Episode 14

Tamara
I could hear Rae yelling for me. But I was terrified. I could remember everything I did. And now, I was paying for it. I had been trying to escape when I came upon a foul smelling room. Opening it, I nearly puked. Inside was blood from the floor to the ceiling. Dead dismembered bodies lay everywhere, and the occasional rat scurried across the floor. Death was not a good scent. I walked through the room, trying not to cry as the smell danced across my nose, and around my eyes. Suddenly one of the not torn apart bodies moved and I screamed. It was a young girl, and she was really badly injured. "Please... Please don't hurt me anymore." She pleaded as she pulled herself out from under a couple legs and some intestines. "Are you alive? Or is it Abby's weird magic?" I asked. The girl grabbed a table and slowly stood, the sight of her making me gasp. Her face had scratch marks, down to her collarbone, her eye was swollen, right arm broken, her left leg was torn up, and her clothes were very ragged. "One second and I'll help you." I said running back the way I came. "RAE!" I bellowed and my very concerned friend bolted around the corner. "T!" She gasped hugging me then jumping back. "Oh you smell like shit." She stated. Then her eyes bugged out. "There's a person behind you." I turned to see the girl who had been asking for help, limping towards us. "Guys. please I can't die here. I can tell you my name, age, where I come from who my parents are, and my address. I'm not lying." She began coughing harshly, and Rae grimaced. "Here put these on." She tossed the girl the bag she always carries inside her weapons bag. "It's clothing." She shrugged at my face. "In case I get hurt and don't want to be found by my wounds. The girl pulled out a towel and sighed. "Any water in this god-forsaken place?" I nodded and showed them where the bathroom was. "I'm Shelah, by the way." She smiled sadly and then went into the bathroom. "T, is she actually alive? How did she get in there?" Rae asked about three billion questions. "I killed all those people." I whispered sadly. "She made me do it. I had no choice. I could control what I thought, but that's it." Rae stepped away from me, and my heart broke. "You? She? Wow..." She sat down, as though she was dizzy. Suddenly she groaned and fell over. "Rae?! RAE!" I gasped, shaking her arm. "Shelah, hurry up!" Shelah came out freshly washed, and dressed, her hair pulled up into a bun. "What happened to her?" She gasped, limping over to us. "I don't know. She turned really pale and then sat down and fell over. You stay here, I think the rest of our friends are still here."

Rae
I woke up with three worried faces looking down at me.  "She'll be okay, but don't let her go into anymore abandoned buildings." Deaton's voice filled the room. "Okay." Stile's face appeared with the rest. "Hey guys." I muttered sitting up. "What happened?" I moaned holding my head, as I tipped backwards. Thankfully Stiles was there to catch me. I leaned against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, realizing something had happened and I'd missed it. "That crazy snake lady poisoned the blade she cut you with. Your powers are..." Scott's voice trailed off. Deaton stepped forwards. "I tried everything I could. Her magic was to powerful. You are no longer a Phoenix." Those words crushed my heart like nobodies business. "What?" I asked, tears welling up. I pulled my legs into me and turned, hiding my face in Stiles shirt. I heard sympathetic noises and then Stiles lifted me up. "My dad's here, he's going to take us home." He said softly against my hair. I nodded, still sobbing. He set me down in the back seat, and then went around and sat beside me. Sheriff Stilinski smiled sadly at me, and my baby sister waved. "Hey..." Her voice trailed off. "Let's just go home."



                 Sorry that this is so short guys!! But don't worry I haven't forgotten you! I promise :D 
XoXo,
     R.

Side story Tamara

Tamara

My life was insane. Rae and Stiles were married, and had two precious babies, and now Scott and I were enjoying our newly married life. We'd been trying for a baby for a couple weeks now, but not everything goes our way. Now as I was putting away laundry and getting ready for my usual 6 pm run around the block, when Scott came in and wrapped his arms around my waist. I straightened up, feeling his member pressing against me.

                                       *GRAPHIC* NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED!!!

"Woman, this is what you do to me." He moaned into my neck, kissing it right below my ear lobe. I leaned my head back moaning in return. "Scott..." I breathed out as he came around front, placing soft kisses on my collarbone, then back to my neck, and then my lips. He turned me around, and walked us to the wall where my back gently pushed against it. He lifted me up, his large hands on my butt as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his member growing by the second. He growled as he began to explore my body, his fingers finding their way, 

The next thing I knew I was begging him to stop the pained pleasured feeling. He chuckled softly and gently entered sending me to cloud 9.

                                           *GRAPHIC CONTENT OVER*

I sighed and looked at him with a smile. "That was amazing." I whispered, kissing his jaw and then snuggling closer. "Mm. Baby, amazing isn't even close to describing you. You're a.. a, you're my goddess." He kissed the space between my shoulder blades as I had rolled over. He always gives me back massages, and I am not one to complain. "Still going for that run?" He whispered, his warm breath on my back. "No. I think I got my exercise." I glanced at the clock. "Oh Shit!" It was 7:45, and we were late. Rae and Stiles were expecting us to be there by 7:30. 

We rushed to get dressed and ran to the car, driving the short 5 minutes to our friends' home. We were having a we got married and its' awesome party, and it would be worth it.

Hey Alpha's as promised another upload, sorry it's not the main line and sorry it's so short. It's midnight and I am literally falling asleep on my laptop. Take care my beauties. 

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Episode 13

Rae
My stomach churned as I walked through the blood soaked room. There were dead bodies laying everywhere, guts, body parts, everywhere. Looks like our pshycopathic friend was having an off day. The smell of rotting flesh went away as I stepped into a much cleaner room, almost too clean. There sat Abby. "Rae, took you long enough. So what d'ya know?" I glared at the bitch who stole my best friend. "You have her on your strings. But she's slowly healing from the cut. Once she heals completely, she'll be normal again. And unless you get another one of her tails nothing will stop her." I growled at her wishing to high heavens I could be a werewolf.

"Ahh. But see, she ran away, and we caught her. She's healed love. Now we just need you. Only, I'm suspecting you don't have her Tails." I shook my head, and looked around the room. Shit. It's proofed. No magic in, no magic out. Good thing I took those karate and boxing lessons. I stepped closer to her, and the chair swiveled around. "Sweetie, would you mind handing me one of those swords?" She asked motioning to a pair of ninja swords. "We'll settle this like adults. You can choose which one you want." I grabbed one, and threw the other at her.
Before I had a chance to unsheath it, she lunged, clipping my left arm, and I spun around, jumping, bringing the weapon down on her leg. She screamed out, and swung at me, missing this time. I jumped over her desk and flipped it when she produced a gun and began shooting. Throwing knives, darts, pistol. Dang it, none of these are good enough. Then I spotted the low hanging candle light. It was a chandlier, but used with candles instead of electricity. I shot the part holding it, and then remembered Magic Proofed room. She smiled. "Silly girl. What did you think you'd do?
"Magically light those candles? Then what?" I reached into my boot, and pulled out the last resort. A bundle wrapped up. It contained four small baby grenades. A smoke grenade, a frag grenade, a flashbang, and a normal exploding grenade. "Nope." I chuckled popping the p. I threw the smoke grenade and then leaped over the table, squinting and holding my breath to finally drive the sword into her heart. Finally. Now to go find T.


Hey guys, finally here is the 13th episode. Sorry it's taken so long and I'm sorry it's so short. I've been somewhat busy, probably not as busy as all of you though :) Kudos
XoXo,
     R.

Side Story, In the Future

  

      I stood watching Stiles as he picked up our one year old baby girl. I was holding Sammy, our three year old son. He had no idea we were watching him. "Shhh." Sammy whispered holding his finger on his lips. I giggled quietly, and put him down to wander out to the living room. He was holding Sophia and talking to her, as her big blue eyes looked at him in wonder. I walked into the room, slipping my arm around his waist. "After so much we've gone through. I still can't believe we're here." He whispered as we studied our second child. I smiled softly at Sophia and then kissed his cheek.


      A crash and a cry from the living room caused us to run out, to see a very upset looking Sammy. He had somehow managed to knock over the white lamp. "Oh my gosh! Is he cut?" I gasped, trying to run to him. Stiles grabbed my arm and pointed. "He didn't do it." I looked at the ground. The lamp had been very white, and the glass on the rug, which was spread in a circle around him, was off white.


      "Where'd the lamp go?" I muttered, and then a sound in the kitchen made me jump. Stiles rolled his eyes and groaned as he grabbed the baseball bat that had saved me many years ago. "Really?" I asked, stepping closer to Sam, picking him up, and setting him down in Sophia's room, closing the door. I crept around the corner and looked at the creature standing before me. 


         She had huge eyes, filled entirely in black, and her hair long and blonde, her lips red. Oh shit. a Siren. As I turned to warn Stiles,  she opened her mouth and let out a song, that was high pitched, and I groaned seeing him start walking towards me with the bat. "Stiles." He raised it. "Stiles?" He swung. Missed. "STILES?!!" Swung again and he hit me. I dropped and held my head. Suddenly there was a roar, and a crashing sound through the front windows. Stiles fell backwards, and I saw Scott and Tamara. Tamara, wacked the girl on the head with the bat Stiles had dropped.

          I was still sitting on the ground when they came over and helped me up. "Mommy!" Sammy toddled over to me with tears on his cheeks. I hugged him, and he patted my head. "You have a boo boo." I giggled and kissed his tear stained cheek. "Mommy's ok baby." Stiles had a terrified look on his face. Then he walked outside, and I handed Sammy to Aunty Tamara. And ran after him. "Wait Stiles!" He stopped, and turned. "I hit you. I made you bleed." I grabbed him, and kissed him. 

   
         "Honey, you didn't do it. The siren did. Stiles! Look at me." He did and I kissed him. That night was the best night since we'd been married. 



Hey guys!! Hope you enjoyed this one. Please be patient my lovelies I'm trying!!! 
                              Xoxo,
                                       R.

Episode 12

I had only been asleep for about 20 minutes, when Stiles shook me awake. “What? What’s wrong? Where are we?” I sat up looking around. “No idea. It’s just outside of Beacon Hills. And I’m pretty sure Scotts here.” I looked around, and tilted my head. When I was a kid, someone had found out about me, and pretended to foster Claire and me. But he was actually experimenting on me. Thanks to that jackass, I gained a special ability, so to say. I can see heat outlines. I studied the inside of the giant complex. “Second floor, no third floor. One, two… Three people. One is slowly fading, and is being held by some sort of hanger.” Stiles jumped out of the car and was heading to the building with a… Baseball bat? Really Stiles? Shaking my head I ran after him, creeping along the inside edge, I stopped Stiles from going any farther. Someone had slipped out of my heat sensor.

A tall man. He had a strong odor, but it wasn’t werewolf. “A Basilisk.” I hissed, pointing at a ladder to the second floor for Stiles. I made sure he was climbing up, and then I hopped down and snuck up behind the Basilisk. He was already changed. I had to watch out for his tail, which had a stinger, and he can spit small poisonous rocks. “AAAGH!” I screamed, jumping at his back, pulling out the dagger I kept hidden on my side. Then channeling some fire into only my hands, I made the blade really hot, and stabbed it into his lower neck. He stumbled, and then fell. Making sure he was dead, I dragged the knife down his spine, and pulled out the bone. “That is disgusting.” Stiles said from behind me.

I spun, hiding the knife back in its spot. “How long have you carried that?” He asked indicating the knife. “When I was 10, one of my foster dads had tried multiple times to force himself on me, cause I always hid Claire, so one day at school, I told a teacher to get us time away from them. When they dragged him to the station, I snuck out to his shed, and made it. Using fire from my own source and metal. The handle is made from jasper. The blade is actually silver.” He listened intrigued, and then a noise above us made us both scramble for the ladder.

I knew that was too easy. I sighed, peeking out from the floor hole we were climbing through. Tamara? I spotted her walking away from us. She looked down through the floor at the Basilisk. Hand covering her mouth. Then she spun around and made eye contact with me. My blood froze, and I knew know that it had been too easy on purpose. There was no way that guy was even trained. He probably just knew that he could grow a tail.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go away!” Tamara’s distorted voice screamed out. Then she straightened up, and her stature changed. She was suddenly more poised, and more pissed off looking. “Rae? Let’s go.” Stiles tugged on my pants leg. “No. We’re not leaving without her or Scott. I’ll distract her, you got get Scott. And Stiles?” “Yes?” “Don’t take the bat.” I felt his hand slip up to my side, pulling the small dagger out of its sheath. “Don’t worry I have more.” I said letting him climb up beside me. He kissed me then ran up the second flight of stairs. “Where are you?” Tamara sang out. I had dodged behind a small pillar, and was holding two knives, ready to strike if needed. “Raaeee….”

Then it was silent. Her figure dropped down in front of me, and I spun my leg around, knocking her over, but she regained her footing, and out of nowhere swiped at me with one of her tails. I cried out holding my hand over the very open very bloody wound. I glanced at her, and then stabbed her leg, swinging my leg up around to hit her, and she managed to shake free, her leg bleeding. “Tamara!” I gasped as she wrapped a wire around my throat. I threw myself backwards, shoving her against the pillar, then we fell to the floor. The wire tightened, and I spotted a small pole of wood. Grabbing I swung it around and wacked her head, she gasped and let go, I rolled away gasping and coughing. “Bitch!” She jumped at me, but I moved, my foot catching her face, and she flew to the side. I felt sick and was bleeding from about half my body. “Tamara.” I said quietly. “Please don’t do this. You can’t be only bad.”

               

                “You don’t know anything.” She growled, before flipping backwards and disappearing. Then Stiles and Scott came stumbling down the ladder. “Where is sh-?” Stiles stopped when he saw me bleeding. “Don’t worry about it, get Scott in the car and go. Drive. I’ll get Tamara.” He stood there then kept going, and I turned and ran down the hall, and up a staircase.

There I stopped in my tracks. A blood chilling scene spilled out before me….

The Struggle is Real

Hey, guys, I'm writing in between working and babysitting, please please please bare with me. I write in my free time, I'm working on it so again just bare with me Alphas.
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Episode 11

It’s dark. Dank. Something smells terrible. Head throbbing. The sound of water fills your ears. Your body aches, and patches of memories come back to you. The big angry guy. Not caring that you’d just lost everything. Punches thrown, hits taken.

A/N: Now that you have an idea of what our friend is feeling, let’s introduce you to a little bit of a different episode. (This is going to be one of the rare changed up episodes)

I peered out of the swollen eye, and leaned my head to the side, rolling it around. There was a door, a window and some light pink curtains. But that’s all I could see. The slight smell of a woman was floating around. “Well look who’s awake.” A soft voice came from the corner that I couldn’t see. “Who are you?” I managed to groan. A small chuckle, then a small blonde girl stood in front of me, lifting my head with her small hand. “Why Mr. McCall. That doesn’t matter. But what matters is why you were at an underage club is the actual question. In fact, you’re barely 17. Just turned.” I blinked, wincing in pain and then swallowed. “I was looking for someone. She has my girlfriend.” The overly small blonde smiled. “Ah, good ole Abby. You know, she was hired to kill you and Stiles originally. Then she went insane and decided to try to use your friend against you. That was not the plan.” Reality was fading again. “Sleep well handsome.” Her cackle filled the small room. There was a slight ringing. Everything went white, then black.

Rae

                Stiles paced back and forth, calling Scott for the hundredth time. “He shouldn’t have gone to that club. Why did we let him go?” I opened my mouth to answer but he was already rambling again. “Because we thought it’d be good for him. Agh. I cannot believe this happened.” I walked over to him as he stood leaning over on his window sill. “Stiles, calm down. He’s probably passed out somewhere.” I rubbed his back, and then sighed as he grabbed his keys and ran down the stairs. I had about 3 seconds to decide what I was gonna do, and I was already going with him the second he left the room.

Stiles

“Okay. Well this is the club.” I said turning the car off and climbing out. My heart was pounding, my palms sweating, and my sixth sense, which had been named Nerd Alerter, by Scott in 5^th grade was going insane. Something was not right. And having Rae with me, just the thought of her being in pain or near death, AGAIN. Well. That made my heart ache. We walked to the door, the music throbbing as we walked in. “Scuse me!?” I hollered above the noise to the bored looking brunette at the bar. “Yeah cutie?” She grinned, leaning over the barrier, her already to low shirt, going lower. Avoiding eye contact, I looked around. “Did you see this guy in here?” I handed her the picture of Scott. Tamara was in the background making a silly face. “You bet your sweet ass I did. As a matter of fact, saw the girl too. She was standing off to the back, sad faced. A cute lil blonde was beside her, whispering in her ear.” I saw Rae tilt her head. “Wait, did they leave together?” She asked putting her arm around my waist, and melting into my side. The bartender, getting the hint, adjusted her shirt and shook her head. “Naw. He passed out, and the blonde, and I mean she was small, came over, and had one of the bouncers take him out to her car. Said she was his lil sis, and their mum was real worried or sumthan like that. Now do you want a drink, or a break from this sweet little thang?” Her twangy accent rattled around in my brain like a boxer being thrown around. That voice. I’d heard it before. But where? As we began walking away, it hit me. Alyssa? Turning, I looked back, and saw that she was still standing there. Oh my damn. Alyssa Collins. Best 7 minutes in heaven ever.

It was 8^th grade, and Scott had been the best wingman ever. He even suggested we play truth or dare. Lucky me got stuck in the closet for seven minutes. With Alyssa Collins. Richest, sexiest, sluttiest girl in all of Beacon Hills. Almost hit home with her, when we were rudely interrupted by the timer. She had winked, given me her number, smacked my ass and then left. That night I had been the hero. All the guys were high fiving me and grinning. But what nobody else knew, was that for the first 3 minutes, she’d opened up, crying, saying that if I ever told anyone what had happened she’d kill me. Then she grabbed me, and acted like nothing had happened.

“Stiles?!” Rae’s voice cut through my memory, and I shook myself awake to find her standing at full attention, looking very pissed off. She was standing with one hand on her hip, side jutted out, bangs falling in her face. “Baby, you’re so damn sexy.” She looked a bit caught off guard as I pulled her against me, feeling her softly mold to my body. “Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself.” God I love our flirty moments. I start them and she instantly realizes and plays along. A slow song started and we began dancing around. Granted it was mostly to look for any hint of Scott, but it was a nice moment to have an excuse to feel her close to me. “I’m not gonna lie.” I said softly, into her ear, my eyes scanning the room. “The second I met you, I thought to myself ‘Damn. I am gonna do her.’ But then I realized that you are an amazing person and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

She looked a bit a taken back, but dissolved into giggles. I love holding her while she laughs. “Well, it’s ironic. When I first met you, and you touched my leg, when you guys were helping me up, I thought the same thing. Then when we went to Scott’s house and you were walking around with your shirt off. I almost jumped on you and took you upstairs. Then the incident with the shower. Oh I almost died. I almost wish you had come in and taken advantage.” I shook my head at her and then spotted a very small blonde girl, talking to a very large bouncer. “Bingo.” I said, turning her to look at them, and then turning her back when they stopped their obviously heated conversation to look around the room. We made eye contact, but I smiled widely and nodded at her, she smiled back and then went back to talking.

An hour later

Rae

We’d been stalking the blonde for almost an hour and ten minutes. She had led us nowhere. My eyes were growing sleepy and Stiles was a jitterbug, cause I’d let him have three cups of expresso, and that was very much against my smarts. “Go to sleep sweetheart.” He said, covering me with his jacket. I let myself fade away into a sweet sleep.

Hey Alphas, I found a problem with the comments, if you were trying to post one it most likely wouldn't let you, but I fixed that. And sorry I am not meaning to be too persistent or pushy but I would just really like some feed back. I mean I must not be doing too horribly. I'm up to about 245 views, or something like that. :)

PS: About to publish Episode 11. Not much excitement, but it's building. It'll be worth the wait. I PROMISE.



                                         R.