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Somewhere along the line everything had gone wrong. At first the pack’s prospects were were looking really good. Stiles had gotten an internship at the FBI, Scott was at university to become a Veterinarian, Derek had finally gotten past the ghosts of his past, Lydia had gotten a full ride at Harvard, and all was quiet at Beacon Hills. Liam and Mason were finishing high school as normal teens. It all started to go downhill when Scott got a call from Liam. Apparently weird shit had started happening in Beacon hills, but he wasn’t sure what was causing it. Scott immediately called Deaton as soon he got off the phone with Liam.
“ Hey Deaton, It’s Scott, I know it’s been a while, but I just got off the phone with Liam and I was wondering if you have any insight on what’s happening in Beacon Hills?”
“ I’m afraid that I have no clue what you are talking about. I can assure you that there has been no major supernatural activity in Beacon Hills since you left.”
After this their conversation was quite brief. Scott felt rather relieved after his conversation with Deaton. It seemed as though there wasn’t really a problem and he could continue with his attempt at having a normal life. All was quiet for about a week, until he got another phone call from Liam. Dread clawed at Scott’s stomach as he answered the phone. Getting two phone calls in the span of a week was definitely bad news.
“ Scott! Thank god! I’ve been trying to get through to you for days. I think the witches have found a way to mess with the cell reception. I only got through now by driving outside of city limits. You need to come quick! Things have gotten so much worse here. The witches need to be stopped or else everyone in Beacon Hills will probably be dead within a week.” Liam blurted out in what seemed like one quick unending sentence, barely taking time to breathe. Scott felt that even Stiles probably would have been impressed.
“ Okay, stay calm Liam, you need to control the situation as best you can until I can get there. I’ll round up the pack and get home as soon as possible.”
“ Thanks Scott, I’ll do my best.”
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Stiles had just finished a hard day of training when he felt his phone start buzzing from his pocket. He grinned when he saw it was Scott and quickly picked up the phone. His smile quickly slid of his face as he heard Scott’s panicked voice explain the situation. Stiles just gave Scott a simple “I’m on my way.”and then started sprinting to his locker for his stuff. He got a few worried looks from his teammates on the way out, but managed to get out of the building and back to his apartment in record time. The whole time he thought about how he should’ve known better. He hadn’t spoken to his dad in over a week, but he had just pegged it down as them missing each other due to both their busy schedules. Stiles threw some stuff in a bag, then raced out the door to his car. Stiles drove like a maniac for 6 hours straight before arriving in Beacon Hills and going straight to his house. He flew in the door and upon seeing his dad, standing in the kitchen drinking coffee, he ran and grabbed his Dad in a large hug.
“What is this about son?”
“Scott just called and told me about what was happening! How could you keep this a secret from me Dad?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Since when is Scott back in Beacon Hills?”
“Scott isn’t in Beacon Hills, but he will be. Scott got a call from Liam telling him about the situation.”
“Son, I am very confused. I honestly don’t know what you are talking about. It’s good to see you and I’d love to stay and catch up, but I’m already late for work. Can we do supper tonight, though?
“Sure Dad, see you tonight.” Stiles said distractedly, as he had already pulled out his phone to call Scott.
“Hey, how bad is it?” Scott asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
“That’s the thing; I just got here and so far I can’t see any big supernatural occurrence. I talked to my dad and he doesn’t seem to have clue what I was talking about, which is weird considering he’s the Sheriff.”
“That makes no sense. When Liam called he seemed super panicked, like something huge was happening. I’m only about 10 mins from Beacon Hills. Want to meet me at Liam’s. Hopefully we’ll get down to the bottom of this.
“Sure thing Scott, see you in a bit.”
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Liam was surprised to see both Scott and Stiles when he opened his front door. This was odd considering he hadn’t seen either of them in a couple of months, and only texted Scott sporadically.
“Hey guys…. Not that it isn’t nice to see you, but what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, you called me earlier today, remember the thing with the witches?”
“Ummm… I’m not sure what you mean. I definitely didn’t call you.”
“Oh god!” Stiles said as he started pacing the small space on the front step practically pulling his hair out as he ran his hands through it.
“What is it Stiles?”
“Well, my first thought is that Beacon Hills definitely has a witch problem. They must have done some kind of spell to imitate Liam.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Well they obviously wanted Scott to come back to Beacon Hills. But why?” Liam saw the moment Stiles figured it out, his face turning triumphant, then quickly upset. “They probably wanted you because you’re a true alpha. I’ve been doing some research on witches and I ran across a legend that claimed if a coven sacrificed a true alpha on the night of the blood moon, they could gain immense power from them. And it just happens to be a blood moon tonight.”
“What are we going to do? The rest of the pack is on there way, but how are we supposed to fight off a coven of witches?”
“Well, lucky for us the answer is simple. Scott and I are going to leave. The sacrifice must happen on the nemeton, so our goal is to get as far away from it as possible for the rest of the day.”
“Ok, wow, we better get going then. We’ll see you later Liam!”
Liam watched as Stiles and Scott left and couldn’t help but feel that they had been overly optimistic.
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“Are you sure this will work?” Scott asked Stiles as they raced to exit Beacon Hills. “It just seems to easy, and when is anything in our lives easy?”
“Well, no I’m not sure. In fact I’m pretty sure that this is going to blow up in our faces, but I don’t really have any better ideas right now Scotty!” Stiles replied agitatedly as he flailed his arms. “And is it just me or is this like the third time We’ve passed that: “You are now leaving Beacon Hills” sign!”
“Yeah, I totally thought we passed that like 10 mins ago.”
They kept driving until about 5 minutes later they passed the sign again. Stiles slammed on the brakes, bringing his jeep to a screeching halt.
“Oookay. Welp, this seems completely normal!” Stiles said sarcastically. “I vote that we now get out of the Jeep and run for our lives!”
Stiles and Scott exited the jeep as quick as possible and ran for the forest.
“ Let’s split up.” said Scott. “I’ll try and lead them away from you.”
“Of course that’s your plan dimwit!. No! How about I, the person not currently needed for a sacrifice, lead them away from you!” Stiles shouted before he took off in the opposite direction not bothering to wait for Scott’s reply. Stiles made as much noise as possible as he ran (which wasn’t really that hard considering who he was) and was pleased, then terrified, to hear the tell tale sound of the witches chasing after him. They caught up to him just as Stiles reached a small clearing. One of the witches flicked her wrist and sent him crashing into a tree. When the world finally stopped spinning he was terrified to see that the Nemeton was sitting right in front of him. He turned in time to see Scott run into the clearing, looking in the completely confused.
“What….. I mean…. how? I was running in the complete opposite direction how did
I end up here?” One of the witches was happy enough to give an explanation.
“Oh, that was child’s play. Just a simple spell. It didn’t even require a sacrifice!” She said as she cackled
Seriously Stiles thought A witch cackling. Could this be any more cliche?
Before Stiles could even process it he saw a witch teleport behind Scott with a dagger in her hand.
“NO!” he screamed as she plunged the dagger into Scott’s back. Scott’s eyes went wide with surprise, then Stiles saw the light disappear from his eyes as his body went limp. The witch carried Scott to the Nemeton and laid him down, as Stiles remained on the ground, in too much shock to process what had happened. Misery swept through Stiles as he heard the witches begin to chant. He was about to lose all hope when he had an epiphany. All he needed to do was redirect the energy that the witches were generating in the sacrifice and use it to go back in time a couple of days so he could save Scott. He hadn’t told anyone, but he had been learning all about how to use his Spark since he had left for college. Stiles closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to remember the words for this particular spell. He began to chant, vaguely aware of the witches turning to him in surprise. One moved to stop him, but it was already too late. Stiles felt as if the ground was whirling around him as everything turned black.