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Jackson just got home from and was hoping for some alone time with Ethan before the pack dinner. The rest of the pack however had other plans.

"So what's Beacon Hills like?" Nixie asks him as he walks through the door.

She became a member of the London branch of the McCall pack after Ethan saved her from Monroe's goons. It's something that the pack has been doing since the Beacon Hills days. Nixie just never left and helped them whenever it was needed. And she even got Isaac Lahey to become part of the London branch as well. Though Jackson wasn't too happy that Nixie and Isaac moved nextdoor to his and Ethan's apartment.

"Why do you want to know?" Jackson asked putting his workout gear down by the door.

"Wedding invitations," she says holding up two open envelops.

"You know that's against the law, right?" He says walking towards her.

As Jackson got further into his apartment, he could see Ethan and Isaac. Both softly bickering about what to make for dinner or just eat leftovers from the day before.

"Please, if you really wanted me in jail all you had to do was charge me for trespassing."

"True, but then we wouldn't get your cooking." Ethan says having finally chosen leftovers (bowl of shrimp and crab jambalaya).

Isaac nods as he eats his food happily. Blonde curls bounce with the movement. He still wears scarfs and dresses in leather jackets. Jackson and Ethan call him Derek Junior, because of it. Nixie can't wait to meet them if they all go back to America. Ethan and Jackson didn't really change much. They still keep their hair in a clean proper style. Both still clean shaven unless hunter problems show up. Nixie always feels like when those happen they become the power couple of the pack.

"Whose wedding is it?" Jackson says taking the one address to him and Ethan.

"Scott McCall's," she says.

Isaac starts choking on the jambalaya before she even finished saying the name. Nixie raises her eyebrow at that. Ethan pats him on the back. Jackson just stares at the letter in confusion.

"Who is Malia? I don't think I've met her."

"You haven't met anyone from Beacon Hills."

"Not true." Nixie says stubbornly.

"Oh yeah. Who?"

"Iceman, Arsenal, and Ragman." Ethan snorts at the names. Leave it to Nixie to come out up with weird names.

Jackson sighs.

"So are y'all going?"

"I don't know. I haven't been there since Allison died." Isaac chimes in.

"We did save up vacation time, so we could go." Ethan thoughtfully says. "And it would be wrong not to go to our Alpha's wedding."

"It's two months from now so we could go." Jackson ponders.

"Nixie could be my plus one unless she was invited." Isaac says sadly.

"Isaac, I'd happily go with you. Plus your Alpha doesn't even know about me so how can he invite me?"

"Alright. I guess we need to RSVP." Isaac smiles at his packmates. Though he doesn't show that he is dying inside.

Years ago:

"Stiles, slow down," yells a bright blonde with wild curls.

Stiles turns to look at his best friend. It's not very often that Isaac would yell at Stiles. He sees Isaac carefully walking around tree roots, fallen limbs, and various other plants. He knows that Isaac doesn't want to have to explain how he got injured, but Stiles really want him to see this.

"Hurry up before they go away," he says as Isaac finally reaches him.

"What are we looking for?" Isaac questions looking around the forest for whatever Stiles want to show him.

"It's a secret."

Taking Isaac's hand Stiles quietly guides him to the spot. The spot isn't anything odd, but what's there makes it amazing. It's a secluded grove with a water fall feeding a lake. Streams of water flow from the lake. It's beautiful on it's own, but pales in comparison to what's on the lake shore. A pure white stallion grazes on the grass near one of the many streams. It's hair looks slightly damp and strangely it's hooves aren't covered in mud. It seems enchanted in a place so well hidden.

"Wow, Stiles." Isaac's eyes seem to fill with wonder as he stares at the scene before him. "How did you find this place?"

"My mom loves to hike and she wanted to show me the beauty of nature." Stiles whispers sadly.

Isaac squeezes his hand in understanding. Stiles helped him get through his mom going to heaven and he wants to help Stiles while his mom is sick. Neither boy is under the illusion that Claudia will get better. They looked up what she had and Isaac held Stiles as he cried about there not being a cure. But Stiles fights and cherishes every moment with her.

Not wanting the horse to be scared off they sit in silence. Just watching the horse with amazement in their eyes. It doesn't seem to notice them so they just stay where they are. Ignoring the strange urge to go and touch the wild creature.

"You know my moma once told this story about a beautiful water horse." Isaac says as they walk back home. "She said that it wasn't really a horse, but a monster."

"Why was it a monster?" Stiles asked.

"It would trick men, women, and children that it was a friendly horse in order for them to get on it's back. Once they were on it, it's skin became so sticky that they couldn't get off it even if they tried. The monster would than head into the water so it could drown and eats its victims." Isaac started strong, but ended up whispering the last part.

"Whoa," Stiles clutches Isaac's hand tighter at the thought. "What is the monster called?"

"Moma said that the creature was a kelpie and that we shouldn't ever play near water where we saw a horse."

"What if we saw a kelpie?"

They pause listening for the sounds of the 'kelpie' following them. They didn't hear anything, but they dreaded looking back even if they were too far away from the hidden grove. Stiles is the first one to swallow his fear and check, and Isaac slowly follows. Seeing nothing behind them, the boys started walking again but this time at a more hurried pace.

"If was really the monster, who will protect everyone from it?" Stiles wonders.

"I won't let the kelpie get you, Stiles." Isaac promised. "And I know you will protect me as well."

"I'll always be here for, Isaac," Stiles counters holding Isaac's hand a little bit tighter.

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Isaac was sweating bullets as he tries to RSVP Nixie and himself. He doesn't even know why he's so nervous. He hasn't talked to anyone except Scott, Melissa, and Argent, and that was just to keep them updated to what's going on with him. Chris pops up here every now and then. Those visits had Nixie staying away from their apartment for as long as he was here. Isaac could understand why she was staying away from a hunter.

"You know I could RSVP us."

Isaac barely suppresses the startled yelp at Nixie's calm tone.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you are either in love with the bride or groom or that you are scared to see someone at the wedding." She says walking into his room. Looking over his shoulder she could see that he only has "Dear Scott". "Which is it?"

"Why does it have to be one of those choices?" He hedges away from this topic.

"You don't have any blood relatives living there. Your foster family is mainly Derek, Scott, Melissa, and that hunter. Three of them still live there. You won't talk about your old pack or Allison." Nixie thinks about the next statement. "From what Jackson and Ethan said there are bad things that happened there. Maybe you're afraid of the ghost there."

Isaac doesn't say anything. How could he after what he has done. He can't bring himself to confront the problem that started all this. Not without revealing a long kept secret. Looking at Nixie, he knows she won't force him to tell.

"I'll let you finish this." He says getting up. Isaac doesn't miss the disappointment in her blue-green eyes. "I have to ready for bed."

"Ok, Isaac," she moves to his seat and finishes RSVPing for him.

Years ago:

It's one of the few days where Stiles isn't with Scott and Camden can babysit both Isaac and Stiles. They have been waiting two weeks and four days for this day. Isaac has missed Stiles so much. With Scott taking up most Stiles's time at school and his mom having bad days, poor Isaac hasn't seen him. Cam knows how much Stiles means to Isaac. He just can't stand the thought of his little brother being unhappy anymore. Their dad was trying, but Camden could tell he was struggling with Isaac's attachment to the sheriff's son.

"Is he here yet?" Isaac asked for the fifth time waiting by the door.

"Not yet, but Mr. Noah should be here soon." Cam says as the Stilinskis drive up to the Lahey house. "Ah, there they are."

Isaac waits for Camden to get to the door before opening it and run to Stiles. Stiles just barely has time to hold out his arms before Isaac tackles him.

"Stiles, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Stiles squeezes Isaac as hard as Isaac to show him.

Camden and Mr. Noah nod to each other as they watch the scene before them.

"Come on, boys. Let's get you changed so I can teach you guys how to swim." Camden claps his hands to get their attention.

"We can finally go in the pool?" Isaac and Stiles say at the same time.

"I don't see why not. I'm captain of the swim team and a lifeguard. I could totally teach you guys how to swim."

Isaac really needed to learn because Camden is positive thier dad will make be on the swim team. Stiles could use a couple of lessons since he and Isaac did everything together.

"Yay!" They yell running into the house to change

"Be safe and don't drown." Mr. Noah yells after Stiles and Isaac. "You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, my dad helped me set everything I would need up. I'll call if anything happens."

"You're a good lad, Camden." Mr. Noah stays putting his hand on Camden's shoulder before leaving.

"I have to be," he whispers rubbing the bruise on his arm.

Later that evening:

"I wish Stiles could stay with me, I mean us, forever." Isaac sighs. Mr. Noah had come to get Stiles about an hour ago.

"You know we could always adopt him if you want. That way Stiles can really become your brother." Camden jokes. He would prefer it better if Mr. Noah would adopt them instead.

"I don't want Stiles to be my brother." Isaac says quietly.

"Why not?" He asked looking at Isaac's blushing face.

"I-I don't want h-h-hi-him to be pressured by dad like us after mommy left."

"So what do you want Stiles to be?" It's the question that Camden has been scared to ask since their dad started acting this way.

"I don't know," Isaac pauses for a moment. "Just something more special than a brother or friend."

Putting his hand to his chin Cam pretends to think about the right words. "Like a best friend?"

His little brother sadly states, "Scott said that I couldn't be Stiles's best friend, because he was."

Cam narrows his eyes at that statement. He has heard of this Scott and he doesn't like him. Stiles met him when Mrs. Claudia developed dementia. So far all he knows is that Scott's parents are divorced and Stiles is his only friend.

"And what does that make you to Stiles?"

"Stiles said that you can have more than one best friend, but I want us to be special."

Aw, it sounds like Isaac is in love, Camden thinks to himself. Then another thought hit him like a shard of ice piercing his heart. He can't ever let his father find out.

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Walking into Scott and Malia's always threw Stiles off. He kinda expected to be a little less of a petting zoo and more Malia Tate's style. They adopted a giant dark gray and shaggy haired 4 1/2 month old Irish wolfhound puppy named Nimue. Nim for short. Lucky Charm is their one-eyed three legged recused 3 year old tortoise shell calico. Scott is also fostering a 28 year hyacinth macow called Azure and two sugar gliders named Sugar and Spice. Aside from being a vet and part-time animal foster parent, Scott has start work with the reserves to rehab animals until they either need to be released into the wild or become animal ambassadors. Then again no one but his dad, Chris, and Melissa are able to say no whenever Scott holds up a stray while begging to keep it. Malia threatens to eat them if Scott doesn't care for them. But even the great werecoyote falls for his charm. Stiles thinks it's the puppy wolf eyes Scott mastered over the years.

"Scott? Where are you buddy?" Stiles yells as he gently moves past Nim sleeping in the middle of the hallway.

"In the clinic's study." Scott calls back.

He and Deaton have an "at-home" clinic for mainly the supernaturals running around. Which they take full advantage of whenever someone gets hurt. Saves them from having to close the actual animal clinic and you know keep their actual jobs. Of course there are also a few real people in Beacon Hills that need home services.

The study is more Scott's style. There are family pictures on the wall along with Nim's and Lucky Charm's adoption certificates. Scott's own veterinarian certification is above his work desk by the picture of Malia proposing to him. Stiles always laughs at him whenever Malia corrects people when asking how Scott proposed. On the far end of the study is Sugar and Spice's home. It's a nice big place with a tree for them to climb or glide without being hurt. Plus Lucky Charm hates Scott's office so the two sugar gliders are safe from being eaten. Scott's rich mahogany desk features a Dell laptop, portable printer and scanner, extra memory devices, and papers.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Looking and writing down who RSVP'D." Scott doesn't look at Stiles as he writes who is coming, bringing someone, or can't come.

"Do you need any help?" It's what Stiles came here to do, because Malia, Hayden, Lydia, Cora, Kira, Braeden, Melissa, and Natalie are all going in for the first dress fittings.

"Yeah, Isaac finally got back to me and he sent me a picture of his plus one and newest pack member. I was about to call you and Deaton to see if she was any danger." He said pulling up the picture.

Stiles took one look at the photo and he has to practice his breathing. He thought he was over Isaac, but just seeing him again hurt. His blonde curls are now in a stylish undercut that the boy Stiles once knew wouldn't get. Baby blue eyes spark with mischief as he winks at Stiles. Isaac still wears those stupid scarves, but he seems to have more of a balance between Derek's henleys and leather and hipster wolf. What truly made it hurt was that he was smiling a smile Stiles hasn't seen since Camden died.

The girl in the picture looks to be the same age as them. She is posted kissing Isaac's cheek. Pale peach with freckles across her nose. Long emerald green curly hair with a white ombre. Blood red painted nails on the hand touching Isaac's cheek. Ruby lips, green eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. The clothing that Stiles can see is a black knit rimless cap. Lacey long sleeve black dress. Stiles can't tell if she has tattoos.

He hates this picture. Why did Isaac have to send them this picture. Stiles wants to hate her or say that they can't trust her. But he keeps going back to Isaac's smile. The one thing that let's him know that they should at least try.

"I don't know. I can't tell if she's human or not by the picture." Scott nods and waits for the emissary-in-training to continue. "I say to wait and see. If she is dangerous than we protect the whole pack."

"Is everyone packed and ready to go?" Ethan asked walking into Nixie and Isaac's apartment.

"Almost," Nixie calls for her room. "I just need to fix my hair than we can go." Tying off the end of her lose French braid. She starts searching around her vanity for the last piece of her outfit but can't find it. "Have you the circlet I picked out to complete the look?"

"You packed most of your hair accessories." Ethan reminds her.

Just as Ethan is about to convince her to leave without it. Isaac comes up to Nixie's door with a silver circlet.

"Looking for this?" The curly hair blonde ask dangling the circlet on his index and middle fingers. It's a silver Celtic knot with a ruby in the center of the knot.

"Not that one, but it will have to do." She frowns at the item as if it betrayed her.

Taking the circlet Nixie looks at the vanity's mirror. Gently placing the accessory so rest where the French braid is not as lose. Once finished, she picks up her bags and heads out.

"Let's get to the airport."

"Finally," Jackson exclaims. Nixie sticks her tongue out at him as the other werewolves laugh at her.

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Years ago:

It's almost Isaac's birthday and Stiles wanted to do something special for him. His moma loves when he and his dad make breakfast in bed for her, but Isaac doesn't live him. He needed some thing to show how much he cared for Isaac. Something that he wouldn't do for Scott. He played with so many ideas in head, but mainly cames up with things that his dad has done for his moma. He thought about taking him back to the grove, but his dad said people are going missing in the area. The idea finally came to him on one of his moma's good day. Mrs. McCall was forced to work a last minute shift so Scott had to stay for supper. Normally, his moma would cook dinner but the doctor said that would unwise in case she had an episode. So she decided buy a roasted chicken and make sandwiches.

An picnic. It was simple and easy for him to make food for it plus they had fruits and vegetables that Isaac liked. Isaac loved when they had something to snack on whenever they explore the woods. He knew where the best view was in Beacon Hills. It was perfect for Isaac.

"Hello?" Camden answered the phone.

"Hi, Cam, it's Stiles. I was wondering if Isaac would like to go for a picnic with me this Saturday." Stiles really hopes that Isaac can come.

Across town Camden felt like someone was shooting arrows at him. Saturday was Isaac's birthday and he had completely forgotten. Between swimming and having to be perfect for his father, Isaac's birthday took a backseat. What made the guilt worst was that this little eight year old remembered instead of Isaac's older brother.

"Uh, sure Isaac can go for a few hours." He could use the hours to make Isaac a birthday cake and get him a present. "It's just going to be in your backyard, right?"

"I was actually thinking of that lookout in the park. Isaac and I love hiking out there on sunny days." Stiles gives a nervous laugh. "I wanted to make his birthday special so I thought of doing something only he and I do."

"Why the lookout in the park?" Camden asks as he thinks about what actually happens at the lookout.

"It's has the best view of the town and during the day no one is there to run us off." Stiles explains.

Is Stiles asking him permission to take Isaac out on a date? What if he tries to kiss Isaac? What if Isaac tries to kiss Stiles? Isaac's too young to kiss boys. These thoughts race through his mind. Suddenly he doesn't like the idea of Isaac and Stiles alone in the woods for this maybe date.

"Sure Isaac and I would love to go on a picnic with you Saturday." Teen supervision is better than no supervision. "What time do you want us to get you?"

"Oh, you want to come with?" Stiles tries not to sound disappointed.

"Yeah it's my little brother's birthday. No way I'm going to miss it." Overprotective brother mode activated for a maybe date here. Isaac isn't going to like him when he starts actually dating.

"Okay, Cam," Stiles sadly sighs. "Can you pick me up around ten. It takes twenty minutes to get to the park and another 30 to get to the spot."

"Sure thing, Stiles." Camden hangs up the phone. He heads for Isaac's room."Zac, how do feel about us going on a picnic with Stiles Saturday?"

Isaac look stunned at his brother. It's only then that Camden realized he forgot about the new bruises. Isaac opens his mouth to ask, but Camden interrupts him.

"I just fell getting out of the pool. It's no big deal. What about that picnic?" Please don't look to closely at them Camden prays.

"It's really ok for us to go?" He asked curious of why their dad would like them go.

"As long as we are back for dinner." Camden lies.

Present time:

The plane ride was boring for the most part. The boys answered most if not all of Nixie's questions about the pack and Beacon Hills when she first became an unofficial pack member. So she couldn't ask about it. Plus they said that they haven't seen many of the pack members since the crazy Argents and Monroe tried to take over. She finally thought of questions as they make the drive to Beacon Hills.

"Is there anyone your excited to see?" Nixie asked looking out the window.

"Sure we were friends with pretty much everyone." Ethan says as Jackson coughs at that statement. "Well almost everyone. Jackson and Stiles hated each other because they liked the same girl."

Nixie makes a face at that statement.

"What can't imagine me with a girl?" Jackson questions.

"No, I'm just judging that girl's taste in men if was she with you." That got a few chuckles from both Ethan and Isaac while Jackson growled. "So where will we be staying?"

"Jackson owns a lake house that we will be staying in." Ethan says proudly.

"Nice. Does it have a boat house and everything?"

"Yes but you and Isaac will be staying in the main house with us." Ethan stated calmly.

"No funny business until we can tell the pack what you are." Jackson comments.

Nixie rolls her eyes. It's not like she can hide what she is anyway. She'll need to stay near the water and try not to let her urges cause trouble. Then there is the fact someone will notice the marks covering Isaac's body. Jackson and Ethan said she could use them, but it's awkward. Maybe she can use her abilities on a different source of food.

As she thinks about all the different types of flavors and ways to achieve it, three men's heartbeats start calling to her. Since everyone is trapped in the vehicle, Nixie wouldn't even have to lure people into the lake near by. Isaac is the closest to Nixie and she starts daydreaming about taking one bite of him. Isaac wouldn't even complain as she slowly drains him.  Once his heart nearly stops then she'll move on to -- Nixie forces herself away from those thoughts. She needs to feed now or nobody will make it to the lakehouse.

"Hey can you stop the car," She say urgently.

"Why?" Isaac ask, but one look into her now glowing green eyes tell him everything. "How long has it been since you've eaten?"

"Almost thirty-six hours." She says worriedly. "But it's not just the hunger. It's more like I can taste the water and smell the intoxicating aroma of --"

Jackson's curses interrupt Nixie. Unlike Nixie and Isaac, he and Ethan thought they could avoid her needs for a little longer. Pulling over shows just how close they are to the lake. Nixie waits long enough for the car to stop before getting out of the four door alexus. Running to the trunk she barely looks at the lake shinning in the moon light. It calls to her like a beautiful sirin's song. Begging her to give in and take what she craves most. Opening the door she grabs her ice bag and opens it to reveal what help calm the cravings. Not even looking around to see it's safe bites into one of the pint bags and drinks.

"We told you eat before we left." Isaac speaks coming to lean on the car, right next to Nixie. "What triggered it? You were fine crossing the ocean."

"This was all I had left. I thought once we get here I could get some more." Dark liquid runs down the corner of her lips as finishes her drink. "Must be a freshwater lake. Jackson said that Beacon Hills is a safe haven, but I'll probably need to stay away from people while swimming."

"That maybe true, but Scott and the pack never ran into someone like you. It's possible they will ignore the warnings." Isaac pauses thinking about a certain someone. "Just stay on your guard until we explain everything."

"Please, windgo and lampreys don't seem to scare them. What makes you think that I'm going to be the exception?"

"Becasue we trust you. They've been burned before and unfortunately that stain is still living here." Isaac is about to say more but movement catches his eye. "What's that?"

Nixie turns to look at the scene behind her. If someone didn't get night vision they wouldn't see it. On the shore there were campers near Jackson's car. They couldn't have been more than sixteen. In the lake, some of kids play unaware of the danger lurking near by. It's head barely out of the water as stalks it's pray. They watch as the creature soundless moves through the water.

"Get the kids out of the water. I'll get the creature." Nixie orders driving into the water after the creature.

The three men don't need to be told twice. If Nixie sounds scare of what lurks in the water than they need to act now. They just worry they won't be able to get everyone to safety. Sprinting towards the bonfire, Isaac yells for everyone to get out of the water.

At first everybody ignores the three wolves until they all hear a high pitch scream. Some of the teens rush to the shoreline as a young girl crawls out of the water. From what Isaac can see, she is bleeding really bad. He rushes her as she collapses closer to the bon fire. There are three nasty clawmark across her stomach and she seems to be barely holding some her organs in. On her right thigh, three more deep blood gashes and there is a massive bite mark on the other.

"Call an ambulance. NOW!" Isaac yells as he puts pressure on the teens stomach to try to stop some of the bleed.

He isn't going to be able to stop her from bleeding out. Then a young werewolf baring the symbol of the McCall pack rushes to the two of them with towels.

"Tear those into stripes and tightly secure the pieces over the injuries." He instructed the werewolf. Quickly, they managed to get her bandaged enough for the teen to call the True Alpha.

"Tell him to get here as fast as possible." He doesn't need to explain that there might end up being more victims before the pack gets here.

At this point, most of the party goers are in a panic. Many rushing to their cars to either run away or calling 911. The ones left in the water swim to either to shore or the dock flowing in the water. Another girl tries to swim as she can towards the dock when she is dragged under. Ethan and Jackson race to the water's edge as the girl comes back up only to scream as she is dragged back down. They are about to go in after her when the fain smell of rush bubbles to the surface. A dark patch of water soom fallows where the girl once was.

"Stay on the dock! " Jackson yells as other kids yelling the girl's name. Some almost dive in after the girl.

Then the lake falls silent. The teens on the dock don't move as muscle. Waiting for the girl to appear again. Aside from blood staining the dark water it's as if there never were two attacks.

Faintly all the wolves can hear the distance screams of first responser sirens.

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The police and McCall pack arrived roughly around the same time. Scott got out of the beat up blue junk that Stiles called his baby and ran to a blood-covered Alec. Stiles stay back a little so he and his dad could get statements. From what everyone said they were doing night swimming to celebrate the end of their junior and senior years. Then out of nowhere three men came running yelling for everyone to get out of the water. They don't listen to them until Reika screams and slowly crawls to the beach. After it was all a blur until Rieka's twin sister is attacked as well. They haven't been able to find Giselle yet and Stiles's team starts making plans to search the lake.

"What do you think?" Stiles questions as he and his dad watch as Reika's corpse is placed into the body bag.

"It's Beacon Hills. There had to be something these men saw."

Stiles nods. "Where are these men?"

The sheriff looks around the campsite for the men. What he confirms that it wasn't normal was who the men were. Next to Scott's newest pack member are Jackson and Ethan Whitmore and a blood-stained Isaac Lahey. Both Isaac and Alec have matching devastated looks. The two tried to save one of victims, but ultimately she died from her injuries. From the looks Scott shoting at both of them, he doesn't know whether to hug two of them or to stand there silently watching them.

"Scott found them. They're not that hard to spot since they're pack." Stiles jerks his head to look up and sure enough the London group is here.

Jackson and Ethan seem to be doing most of the talking while Isaac runs his hands through his hair and paces around the shore. Blood colors his blonde hair as he keeps repeating the action. All of them keep looking to the lake with worried expressions. Understandable since neither the second victim nor stranded teenages have been rescued yet. Or more than likely the girl's body hasn't been recovered yet.

"Sir," Jordan says coming up to them. "We found this near the men's car." He hands the sheriff the evidence bag.

"Is that what I think it is?" Stiles ask as the coppery smell hits him.

He is forced take a step back from mostly empty bag of blood. The light of the flashlights couldn't hide the broken and bloody label. O positive and Royal London are the only words visible with all the blood.

"Why would werewolves carry around a bag of blood?" Jordan tilts his head to the side thinking. "Was there anyone with them that could be something other than a werewolf?"

Stiles eyes widen. Where was Isaac's girlfriend? And why isn't she here with everyone?

"What happened?" Scott tries to get Isaac to answer. "Isaac, what happened?"

"We had to stop for a bit before we got to the lake house. Nixie saw something in the water and she dove in after it. Three of us were suppose to get everyone out of the water."

"Where is this Nixie now?" Scott tries to pry the answer from him, but he doesn't seem to take the bait.

"She's -" Jackson starts only to be interrupted by Stiles.

"Okay. Where is the dangerous creature you brought to Beacon Hills?" Stiles demands. Furious at his packmates stupidity.

"We didn't bring anything dangerous here. It was already here when we stopped." Ethan interjects.

Stiles and his dad look at each other before Stiles shows them the bag. Jackson looks down, Ethan looks shocked, and Isaac hasn't even noticed. He is back to scanning the water.

"I'm going to go get the kids." Isaac starts taking off his shoes before Stiles stops him. "What the hell are you doing? Those kids are endanger if they try to swim to shore."

"You can't tamper with a crime scene. We are waiting for a boat to get them."

Isaac opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it as he hear splashing near by. It doesn't even register that he is run towards the noise with Stiles, Scott, and who knows what else on his tail. Nixie has to be ok because his nerves wouldn't be able to handle anything happening to his family. He stops dead as Nixie drags herself and something else on to shore.

"Oh thank g-" he doesn't finish sentence as he is soon tackled by the rest of the pack. "Ow."

"Why did you stop Isaac?" Stiles says laying on the beta.

Slowly he gets up taking in how good Isaac looks under him. Regid muscles, bodies flush against each other. And Stiles is having to remind himself that they are at a crime scene not in more fun places. Now if only Isaac would look at him. Instead his gazed is fixed on what Nixie dragged on to shore. There barely out of the water is the the body of the girl. Her right leg from the knee down is missing. The upper part of her body looks like someone clawed at her, but that could be from Nixie trying to save her. Her torso is torn open exposing her ribs and the open empty cavity of where the heart should be. Her intestines are falling out of the opening across the stumach with the bite marks what tore her open.

Nixie doesn't look good either. Thanks to how she fixed her hair the circlet stayed where it was, but her braid was mostly destroyed. White and green hair plastered to her skin and face. Her eyes seem to glow a bright blue. The gills and scales seem to be slowly vanishing, but she doesn't seem to notice everyone to be concerned. She has a cut on her head with bite marks on her wrist and arms. The right hand is bloody and slowly healing.

Isaac sit up but doesn't move until he hear Nixie's broken voice.

"I-I cou-couldn't get to her in time." She sobbed. "It was eating her alive as I got to her."

"Nixie," Isaac crawls over to her and cradles her as she cries. Slowing rocking the woman back and forth. "I've got you," he whispers and keeps repeating to her.

"I'll go call off the search party. Stiles, you and Scott see if she is willing to talk." The sheriff says turning to go back the way they came.

Stiles nods looking at back Isaac and his girlfriend. They remind him of a sadder version of the picture he saw. Funny thing is his heart broke a bit looking at the picture. Now he can't tell if it shattered because of how close they are or if he feels sorry for what the girl had to wittness.

Years ago:

When Stiles thought of a picnic with Isaac, he never thought that Camden would join them. Isaac's athletic older brother normally leaves him and Isaac alone unless it involved swimming or some other spot. Now it just feels as if he is the unwanted third-wheel to his and Isaac's outing. Camden doesn't say anything about them holding hands, but if Stiles or Isaac sit too close together he'll clear his throat as if to say that he is here. Which the two younger boys find wierd. Stiles and Isaac have always show affection like this forever.

Did he find out Stiles was Isaac's first kiss, Stiles wonders as Isaac moves closer to him again.

"This is so fun, Stiles," Isaac says ignoring his brother's noises in favor of kissing Stiles on the cheek. "Best birthday so far."

Stiles's face turns bright red as Isaac leans away from him. Camden is glaring at the two but Stiles sees the hidden amusement.

Camden for the most part has to keep himself from laughing at how Stiles is acting. The boy acts like Isaac's older brother is ruining a date. Though Camden supects even Stiles doesn't realize what he asked Isaac to. So instead he moves to sit between them.

"Scoot over, Isaac, I can't see the lake from here." He doesn't miss the twin looks of hurt at being forced apart.

"But you have the rest of the blanket to move to. Why does it have to be here?" Isaac wines.

"It's okay, Zac." Stiles whispers making room for Camden.

Camden could tell it wasn't okay, but he did take them to their picnic spot. Plus, he is Isaac's brother so Stiles doesn't have much of a say in whether or not he can tag along. Isaac narrows his blue eyes at his brother. Camden just plays the look of pure innocents. Pretending he doesn't know what he had done.

"So where is your Scott today, Stiles," Cam asks nonchalantly.

In truth Cam knows it isn't like Stiles to not invite the other boy to hang out. He has watch many times as Scott slowly gets Isaac out the way just so he could have Stiles all to himself. Luckily for Stiles, both he and Cam know how to "gently persuade" (force) Scott to include Isaac. Now he just needs to truly see if Stiles is good enough for Isaac. Cam knows that he is, but there is always a chance of him being wrong. Since Stiles hangs out with Scott, the teen doesn't exactly trust the boy's judgment.

"Scott is at his house. I didn't invite him, because I wanted to make Isaac's birthday special."

"Interesting," Camden wonders out loud.

The rest of the picnic goes by in a blur of Stiles and Camden each giving Isaac a present. Stiles gave him a werewolf-by-night action figure. Something that Camden can smile about, because Isaac loves those comics along with the Hellblazer ones. Speaking of Hellblazer, Camden got him the next issue he needed. Isaac hugs both of as thanks for the presents. He doesn't miss that Isaac lingers when hugging Stiles. The picnic ends with Isaac blowing out the cupcake Stiles's dad made for him.

When they drop Stiles off at home, he kisses Isaac's cheek and wishes him happy birthday again.

"So what did you wish for?" Cam asks as he pulls into their driveway.

"I can't tell you or it won't come true."

"Please." Camden clasps his hands together in a begging look. "I won't tell anyone and since I'm your brother it doesn't count if you tell me."

Isaac looks to be thinking it over.

"It truly won't count if I tell you? My wish could still come true." There is so much hope in his voice that Cam almost tells him he doesn't have to know. He nods to Isaac. "Okay. I wished that Stiles and I could be together forever."

Yep, Camden isn't going to ever let Isaac be alone with Stiles ever again.

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It took both Isaac and Ethan to calm Nixie down enough for her to answer anything. By then she looks human again for people to use her as a witness. Even then she wouldn't answer, the detective's questions aside from yes or no. The sheriff was forced to ask the four of them to come in and write statements the next day.

Ethan invites the pack to come to the house everyone will be at. Stiles protest but is over ruled by the two curious werewolves. So Scott, Stiles, and Alec choose to fallow Jackson's car to the lake house. Tension in the air. No one wanting to be the first one break. They don't make any sound as they slowly get out the vehicles.

"Really? You bought Lydia's lake house." Stiles say as everyone gets out the cars. Hoping to lessen the quiet and bring everyone into more lighter conversations.

"She wasn't using it and Derek never rebuilt the Hale house. Plus it's good money to least it when no ones here." Jackson and Lydia loves this place. When she told him that it was being sold he knew he had to buy it. Still he never said that he couldn't make money from it.

"It beautiful, Jackson." Nixie says looking at the house overlooking a small cliff.

"Sure great place for a flesh-eatering creature to live." Stiles not so pointedly states.

"Good thing none of us eat flesh than," Isaac shoots back.

Stiles glares at him while Nixie just rolls her eyes at the two of them.

"Need a hand?" She ask coming to the back where Ethan, Scott, and Alec seem to be talking.

"Yeah, can you get the ice chest and your suitcase." Ethan say pulling Isaac's and Jackson's bags out.

"So, Nixie, are you a you know?" Alec tries but fails. "A we- I mean shapeshifting person thing as well?"

"No, I'm not a werewolf." She smiles at him showing off her two set of fangs.

"Vampire?" Scott ask.

"Pretty that's why scarf man is wearing a scarf in June." Stiles mumbles coming around the corner. "You couldn't have waited to give him marks?"

Nixie flinches. Maybe if Stiles was in a better mood he would care about what Isaac's girlfriend thinks. He doesn't even miss the glare he gets from Isaac.

"Um no vampire. I can't imagine many of them wondering around Beacon Hills much these days."

"Vampires are real?" Alec's jaws drop.

"Yes, but I'm not one." She quickly gets her things and heads to the house.

"Did I say wrong?" He asked

"Nixie isn't someone who enjoys talking about certain things." Isaac hedges. "Why are you saying that she is?"

"No reason." Stiles pauses. "We just found an opened pint of blood near you car. Don't know what kind of creatures you could get from London."

The three men stiffen at that. It's surprisingly Isaac who recovers the fastest. He walks until he right in Stiles's face. No one insults their pack members. Even if their other pack members don't know each other.

"You better listen here, Nixie is part of our pack. She has saved our lives more than once. You can't talk to her that way." He growls. "I know how much this pack has lost, but don't you dare start thinking she is a reason for those girls death tonight."

With that he stalks off. Stiles is oddly aroused and slightly frighten at the same time. Funny how Isaac should still have that kind of power over him.

Nixie watches as the McCall group leave. They truly are a young pack. From what she could tell they know about other supernaturals, but it's only a very small fraction of what is out there. It seems that they don't understand that there is more than one group that has to feed on the humans this pack protects. She knows she will have to tell them what she is, but perhaps she has a little more time.

The next day:

"So what are you going to do?" She asks as Isaac walks up behind her.

"What do you mean?"

"About Stiles. About how I came to be in your pack." She answers finally looking at her best friend.

"There isn't much to say. You and two others of your kind were running from a group of hunters in New Orleans. Both of them either disappeared and survived or died trying to flee the country. The important thing is you made it to London. Where Ethan found you as he and Jackson were trying to talk me into rejoining the pack. Hunters attack and you save not only my life but theirs." Isaac sums up their meeting and how their friendship was born.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"There isn't anything to say about Stiles." He is going to deny it until the day he dies.

"Uhuh, well we have to get up early tomorrow." Nixie starts walking to her room. "That police statement isn't going to write itself and I'll need to get more blood. Unless you want what Stiles said to be true."

He chokes on air swiftly turning to see her wink at him.

Years ago:

Stiles was talking nonstop about his first kiss being with Heather. Isaac tried not to be jealous, but how could he not when Stiles just keeps rubbing it in his face.

"Her lips were so soft." He said dreamily.

"If you like Heather so much why don't you just start hanging out with her." Isaac snapped stomping away from Stiles.

He didn't look back to see if Stiles followed him. He didn't look back as he jumped head first into his bed. And he didn't look up as he cried. It hurt so bad that Stiles liked this girl when Isaac was right here. Isaac who would have been far happier to have his kiss with Stiles.

"Isaac?" A timid voice called from the other side of his door. "Can I come in?"

"Go away, Stiles. I don't want to talk to you." He nearly shouted back.

On the other side Stiles flinched at Isaac's harsh voice. He never yelled at Stiles even when Stiles devesred it. It broke his heart that Isaac would do this. He didn't realize he was crying until Camden pull his hand on Stiles's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked get down to Stiles's level.

"I made Isaac mad at me." He wipes away tears just as fast as new ones come. "I didn't mean to."

"Hey, it's ok."

It really wasn't. Camden never seen Stiles or Isaac upset at each other. Stiles always cared about Isaac. Hell, Stiles was the one who held Isaac the most at their mom's funeral. Isaac wouldn't leave Stiles's side for almost two weeks after Mrs. Claudia was put into the hospital permanently.

"Why don't I talk to him? To see why he is so upset." Cam offers. Stiles just nods and waits for him.

"Knock, knock." He says opening Isaac's door.

"Go away, Cammie," Isaac whispers.

Yep, Isaac never calls him that unless he is truly hurt.

"Mind telling me why Stiles is crying in to hallway." He comes to sit on Isaac's bed and starts running his fingers through his curls.

"It's Stiles's fault. If he hadn't had kept talking about Heather, I wouldn't have yelled."

"Whose Heather?" Stiles never talked about a crush to him, and Stiles never shuts up.

"The girl who took his first kiss." Oh, that explains everything.

"Does Stiles like her?"

"No, he just said that she wanted to be over and done with a first kiss. But why does he have to brag about it?"

"Why does it bother you so much? This Heather maybe the first kiss, but the really important kiss is the last kiss." Maybe if he gives Isaac hope Isaac can patch things up on his own.

"What do you mean?" Isaac finally looks up at his brother.

"A last kiss is a kiss that you give to the person who you will be together with forever. First things come and go, but you always save the best for last."

"Does that mean Heather's kiss doesn't count?" There is the hope Camden was searching for.

"Not if you don't want it to be." Isaac smiles shyly as the thought. "Do you want me to get Stiles?"

He nods.

Last kiss, Isaac thinks. Could it really happen? Could he really be Stiles's last kiss? He ponders that as Stiles comes into his room.

"Isaac, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Stiles rushes to Isaac's side and hugs him. "I won't talk about that kiss with Heather anymore."

Isaac holds him back with just as much strength.

"It's okay. I'm sorry that I let it bother me."

They just silently hold each other for a while. Neither of let go of each other, but they do move to a more comfortable position. Both laying down on Isaac's spiderman blanket, heads resting on one a matching spiderman pillow.

"Isaac, why does me kissing Heather bother you?" Stiles finally ask looking into Isaac's puffy tear stained face.

Isaac doesn't say anything. Instead he leans in and kisses Stiles. It's very chaste, but Isaac feels like he caught on fire. He taste the salt from their tears and feels the smoothness of Stiles's lip. Stiles for his part freezes before he kisses Isaac back. It's over before it started in Stiles's head and much better that kissing Heather. Both boys start to blushing as it finally hits them.

"I wanted you to be my first kiss." Isaac whispers and Stiles smiles at him.

Neither know what this means to their friendship, but as long as they aren't fighting is all that matter. Little did they know that Camden was watching through the crack in the door. They don't see his smile or fist pump that he makes. Nor do they hear the door shut and Mr. Lahey gets home, but Camden does. And Camden will protect what his little brother has while he can.

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Isaac and Nixie went to the station to give the newly weds some alone time. Jackson did give them a warning about wrecking the car. Everyone joked about it being his new baby. They were free to go after telling him that his baby will be fine. On the drive there Isaac just gave Nixie another cliffsnotes version of the pack and why the whole town new about the supernatural world.

"So I just tell the sheriff who doesn't trust me that I'm another aquatic monster whose food source is human blood. That I didn't kill and eat the dead girls. How does that sound?" She sarcastically states.

"You don't have to tell him what you eat." He pauses. "Maybe don't uses aquatic monster either. Just say what you did and what happened."

"I don't think hiding my food is going to work. We have to go to the hospital to get the blood. Plus they sort of know about the blood drinking."

"True."

The two of them are quite until Isaac hits the main road.

"So Stiles thinks that we're dating. Are you going to tell him the truth?" Nixie inquires.

"He's dating the girl of his dreams finally. It's better to let him pretend that we are more than we are." His throat starts to close. He can't say that anything, because it's his fault. He pushed Stiles straight into Lydia's embrace.

"That doesn't mean anything." Nixie ever the optimist.

Thanks to all the death and disappearance, Stiles was one of the lead investors living here permanently. Rafael McMall pulled strings so that the FBI shared the police station, but so far only Stiles and Rafe were working in Beacon Hills. Rafe still left to because he was needed in LA more.

"Stiles, your dad and I are going to have lunch with Lydia. Would you like to join us?" Natalie Martin-Stilinski asked from the doorway of his office.

"No, our witnesses haven't come in yet and I want to get their statement before headingto lunch." Stiles turns away his board to look at his step-mom.

She nods and Stiles looks back at what he has. The latest vic are teens by the names of Lonnie and Macie Wilson. Blue string connecting them to a sticky note with Isaac's girlfriend written on it. He pulled up cases from other drownings to see if any have a connection. So far he was only found two other cases where the body was found drowned and mostly eaten. The cops at the time said it was accidental. That girl might be able to tell him what caused this.

As he continues to stare at the board, Jordan knocks on the door.

"Your witness and Lahey are here."

Stiles nods. "Keep her company while I talk to Isaac. If she can write her statement while you're there that would be better."

Jordan heads back with Stiles quickly following him. He doesn't say a thing as he mentally prepares seeing Isaac and his girlfriend.

"Miss, follow me please." Jordan smiles cheerfully at her. "My name is Deputy Parrish and I'll be taking your statement today."

"Nixie," she blushes walking with Parrish. "How long have you been working here?"

The two quickly faded away as he brings her to the room. Stiles tries not to glare. Why kind of flirt with Parrish when your boyfriend is right next to you? A quick look at Isaac, shows that he isn't even trouble by it. Maybe he really does trust her, and Stiles should just get over himself.

Isaac kinda looks lost. His best friend left to secretly flirt with the cute deputy and he is stuck waiting for her. He is about to go sit down and wait for his turn when Stiles comes up to him.

"We can get your statement in my office while they get everything settled." He offers with a small smile.

"Really? No, hello Isaac. No, how have you been?" Isaac smirked at Stiles.

"How about go to hell, Issac?" Stiles shot back.

Isaac puts his hand over his heart and gasps like Stiles shot him. "You wound me, Stiles. I didn't come all this way just to be insulted."

"You're right. I could've done it over the phone, but it's easier now that you're here." He smiles at Isaac.

Isaac smiles back. They head back to Stiles's office all the while chatting about what they've been doing. Stiles finds out that Isaac is going to school to be a youth counselor, and Isaac sees that Stiles is finally doing what he loves.

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"Here just need you to write down what happened." Deputy Parrish hands Nixie a piece of paper and pen.

"Thanks," she said taking the items. Their hands lingering a bit before Nixie starts to get ready for her statement.

She shivers at the unexpected temperature around him. Jordan doesn't seem to notice the change. She sneakily checks to make sure that her body hasn't touch silver or iron. Her dark gray gloves that reach her elbows are still on. Long sleeve black leather jacket hasn't been removed plus her hood is still up. Black skinny jeans are still tucked in her combat boots. The only thing Nixie could tell that probably touched either was her gloved hand. Slowly she looks at the deputy's right hand and see a sterling silver ring.

"So how long have you been working here?" She asked writing down her account and trying to ignore the danger.

"Since 2011," Jordan answered. "It's been as wild ride." He smiles at the memories.

"How long have you known about the supernatural?"

"Oh," he looks down at that. "That's complicated."

"That bad, huh?" She looks at him with sincere eyes. "Mine wasn't that great either."

They are silent as they remember the moment they found out. Parrish remembers dying and thought he was being burned alive for that deadpool. Nixie on the other hand remembers being forced flee her homeland and again in New Orleans. The hunters were ruthless in the massacre of many supernaturals in the city. While she is pretty sure this Deputy Parrish isn't a hunter, she knows he is something. Maybe she will find out before the wedding.

"So what's with the blood?" Jordan finally ask startling Nixie from her thoughts.

"What?" She looks up at him confused.

"Stiles said that the blood was yours, but you're not a vampire." He truly looks at her. To most people, Nixie looks like a normal young woman, but he can see to slight glow of her eyes and the bluish tent in her skin.

"You're right. I'm not a vampire, but I do drink blood." She pauses to think of the right words. "I'm still hunted like a vampire, but hunters don't really care about what type of blood drinker they kill. They don't really care about the type of creature either"

She doesn't tell people what she is. It's dangerous, and the last time anyone knew New Orleans basically broke out into a factions war. Nixie is one of the few natural "non-undead blood drinkers" but that is sadly due to genetics. She can live on land or water and has all the actual abilities of her species. Downside is that she must consume the "life force" of another, because of the other half is the blood drinker.

With the room mainly quiet except for the scratches from the pen, Nixie's mind begins to wonder. Warm blood merging with water. The intoxicating taste as she tried to save the girl. The beating heart of the deputy. His blood calling to her for a small taste.

Her eyes begin to glow slightly at the thought of this charming deputy's blood. Throat becoming itchy as the need to drink gets louder and louder.

"I have to go." She says trying to get as far away for Deputy Parrish as possible. This man doesn't even know the danger he is now in.

"Wait!" Jorden grabs her wrist. Neither notice that his eyes nor the molten vains beginning to bleed through.

"Ow!" She hiss at him. His touch burning through her gloved wrist.

The deputy jerking his flaming hand away from her as Nixie holds her wrist to her body. He looks down to see his claws and hellfire out for everyone to see. The sight slightly confuses Jordan. He and the hellhound are one being. The creature hasn't acted out sense the fight with the beast.

He silently asked the hellhound what was going on. Danger, the creature states. Forcing Jordan to look at the only other being in the room.

Her fearful glowing gaze as she realizes what he did. Claws extended as the woman holds her injured wrist to her chest. Two sets of fangs drop as she opens her mouth. Jordan thinks she is beautiful despite the fact the hellhound growls of warning.

Without another word Nixie flees the room. Isaac isn't in the lobby waiting for her, but she just has to leave before the hellhound gets her. She runs out of the station with Jordan giving chase. Not even thinking about where she is going, Nixie takes off to the forest. Hoping to find a pond or lake to escape the deputy.

She keeps going until she trips into a stream. The cool water watches the blood washes away. Her wrist doesn't feel like it's burning off. The water helps keeps it cold enough to help with her wrist heal. She hears the foot falls of the hellhound.

Nixie quickly gets up and fallows the stream. Soon she sees her salvation. It isn't a lake but it will protect her. Water splashing as she gets deeper in the river.

Jordan roars as he is forced to stop. Watching as the runaway, shifts into her natural form. Scales appearing on her forehead and cheeks. Skin turning a light turquoise color. And her eyes are glowing the palest blue the hellhound has ever seen.

A Nokken, the hellhound tells Jordan surprised at the sight of one.

Nixie dives in the water letting the current drag her away. Once she thinks it's safe to surface, she swims to shore. Breathing heavily, she yanks off her gloves, pull the leather jacket off. Leaving her with a soaking tank top, jeans, and water logged boots.

Rolling on to her back, Nixie throws a scaly arm over her eyes. The weight of everything crashing plus the water suddenly make her very sleepy.

Maybe I'll rest for a while, she thinks as she closes her eyes to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jordan is forced to run back to the station. Not even stopping until he reaches Stiles's office. He doesn't knock because he needs to know what happened. He needs someone to explain to him why Nixie ran from him. He needs to know what the hell a Nokken is. Stiles and Isaac jump at the sudden intrusion.

"What the hell is she?" He almost shouts.

"That's none of your business." Isaac says calmly back.

"It's my business when she runs out of the station after I somehow burn her." He states back. "Or why the hellhound attacked her in the first place."

"That's not possible. Nixie has control over her urges." His eyes widen as he sees Jordan's hand. Then the rage sets in. "You made me leave Nixie alone with a hellhound." He shouts at Stiles.

Both Stiles and the deputy flinch at the normally calm beta. Isaac gets his things and storms past Deputy Parrish. Ignoring the slight fire Jordan sets to his scarf. He throws the garment into a metal trash can as he storms off. Stiles and Jordan follow after him.

"Isaac, what's wrong?" Stiles grabs his wrist.

"What wrong is that Nixie wouldn't have taken off unless she knew she was endanger. Or endangering other people. What's wrong is that Deputy Parrish put her in endanger."

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Nixie wakes to the feeling of being carried. Thinking it's Isaac she snuggles down into him. That is until she remembers falling asleep by the water. Whoever was carrying her was adjusting their hold as she jerked out of their arms. The person grunts as he finally drops her.

Oddly Nixie's fall wasn't long nor painful from the impact. Looking up at the person she sees that it's a boy or what passes for a boy. About 5ft tall, lanky built with a hint of malnutrition. His long black hair hide most of his face except his green eyes shining through the gaps. He wore clothes made of moss and leaves and looks to be walking around barefoot. He has vitiligo showing on his hands and feet. Dispite seeming to be a feral child, the boy has an ancient look to him. Almost as if he is far older than the child like appearance. Definitely stronger than a child since he carried a 192ld woman a good distance.

"Glad to know you're alive." The boy spoke. "If it wasn't for your healing, I'd have thought you survived the beast only to be killed by the river. That would be a pitiful way to go. Especially since you can't drown."

"So you know about the creature lurking around." Nixie says standing up. Listening closely she could hear cars passing on the road.

"Which one? The hellhound police officer or the creature killing in the water?" The boy asks. "The hellhound is mostly harmless, but the creature is searching for someone. He calls for Dianaimh. The kelpie won't stop until he has her this time."

"She is dead though. And I don't think she has any human descendants."

Nixie knew the story. All those who lived in water knew of the promise. Dianaimh, her husband, and the princes she saved are the only ones who developed an immunity to the kelpie. Since then those who belong to those bloodlines have been hunted or worst. Those unfortunate enough have been forced to become the unfortunate brides.

"There was a woman, but she died a long time ago." The boy answered. "Her lover was a good friend of mine. My heart broke for the banshee once she saw her lover's death."

"So there can't be anymore right?" Nixie asked quietly.

"Dianaimh was only one woman, but she had brothers and children. The kelpie doesn't care how they are connected to Dianaimh as long as they share her and her families blood line."

"Do you hear his call?"

"All fae hear a king's call, but I'm surprised you haven't started to kill because of his call."

"He isn't my king." Nixie pauses for a moment. "Those with dark hearts never have to answer any calls. However we can fall prey to our own urges."

"Let us pray that day never comes." The boy started walking away.

Nixie needing answers follows.

"Where are we going?" She ask walking side by side with him.

"There is a place that calls druids here. Let's see if it will call the druids of the pack here." That's all he would say.

"What's your name?" Nixie asked quietly. She knows that fae never reveal their names, but she needs to call him something other than boy.

"I am a Ghillie Dhu, but you may call me Bran." He states.

"Like Game of Thrones?" Nixie tilts her head to think about that. He does seem like Bran what with knowing things and looking so young. "Yeah, you are the new three-eyed raven."

"You and that annoying apprentice would get along rather well."

Isaac, Stiles, and Jordan searched everywhere for Nixie. Hell, Isaac followed her scent until he lost it at the river. Of all the places to lose her. They may never find her now.

"Did you lose the scent, Lassie?" Stiles asked looking around any signs of foul play.

"That's not funny, Stiles," Isaac growls back.

"Really? It's not my fault that you brought a fuking vampire to the station in daylight."

"She isn't a vampire." Isaac and Jordan say at the same time. Both stop and glare at each other.

"How do you know that?" Isaac says crossing his arms

"Cerberus and you?" Jordan smiles as the hellhound side proudly shows its eyes.

"We live together." Isaac smiles as both Jordan and Stiles frown at that. If Isaac wasn't worried about finding a burning corpse somewhere he would think longer about Stiles's frown.

Jordan keeps the growl from bubbling up. Cerberus may have acted in what he calls self defense, but that doesn't change the fact that even the hellhound is intrigued by Nixie.
He said the marks they left on her could mean something important if given the chance. Cerberus needs to see if Nixie can leave one on him as well.

"Let's keep looking." He speaks to distract himself from Isaac's smug remarks and Stiles's annoyance.

Stiles is about to speak when he completely freezes. Isaac who was standing next to him pokes his side to see if he reacts. When he doesn't, Isaac waves his hand in the other man's face.

"Stiles?" That one word finally gets Stiles to move.

"We have to get to the Nematon." He speaks urgently running in the direction.

Isaac and Jordan nod and take off after him.

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"Sit here," Bran jesters to a quite large stump.

"Why?" Nixie asks as she sits down on it.

However Bran doesn't reply, and Nixie feels a surge of energy flowing through her. Before she knows it she is suddenly laying at the center of the stump.

"Your encounter with the hellhound left you weakened. The Neaton will protect us from you and vis versa." Bran explains as Nixie sits up. "Downside is you might want a new hair color. The Neaton is starting to reveal your true nature."

Nixie looks at her hair and watches in fear as it turns back to it's sea green. Midnight blue nails begin to look like the blood stained claws that they are. Hands and feet become webbed. Scales frame her now glowing pale blue eyes. Her fangs become sharper and more pronounced. She feels scales form on her forearms, shoulders, calves, and thighs. Water begins to flow from where her hands touch the tree.

"I haven't told the pack what I am yet!" She shouts barely recognizing her voice.

It sounds as though there is more than one person on the Neaton. While her voice sounds normal the others seem to be trying to sing.

"You're quite powerful for a fae." Bran wonders aloud. "The Nokken don't normally drink blood. I wonder where you get your vampiric traits from. Perhaps a grandmother was a baobhan sith judging those claws."

"Blood drinking is quite common within certain fae communities." Nixie states calmly. "Also many of us prefer to be called Nix and Nixie since many just think the Nokken are only males."

"But not among the fae living in this world." Bran shoots back making Nixie's eyes widen. "It's rare enough for others to notice. So how does one come to be born with multiple fea bloodlines?"

"We both know that bloodlines don't make a difference to the type of fae. It only creates a trait."

Bran nodded, "The pack is coming."

Stiles, Isaac, and Jordan arrive at the Neaton as the rest of the pack pulls up. They were slightly surprised to see Nixie sitting in the center of the stump. She looked different from when they last saw her.

"Oh look the three-eyed raven here." Stiles says waking over to the child pacing around the stump.

"The annoying one druid is here finally." The boy glares at Stiles. "I assume that you brought her food."

Isaac stiffens. "We didn't. She left without letting me know, and I wasn't thinking."

"Leave him alone, Bran." Nixie states sounding bored.

"Well, well, it's been a long time since I've seen this group altogether." Peter smirks getting as close to the stump as possible.

"I wou-" Stiles quickly covers Bran's mouth.

"Peter, don't." Isaac says as his hand touches the tree.

Nixie looks down at Peter's hand and smiles. Quick as lightning she grabs his hand and yanks him onto the stump. Smiling, she started singing to Peter.

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"What ar-" Peter starts, but Nixie kisses the words away.

She smiles at Peter and starts singing a song straight out of a Celtic Woman soundtrack. Fortunately for everyone else, the great Peter Hale is the only gifted to hear this enchanting melody. Basically paralyzed he could only stand there and listen as she slowly dances her way around him.

"Shit," Isaac says as watches Nixie's true nature come out.

"It's can't be that bad if it's Peter being effected by this. Can it?" Stiles asks him.

"Oh it's bad, but since no one has feed the vampiric fairy we must leave them be for now." Bran crosses his arms watching the fae's claws slow drag across Peter's skin.

"Why wasn't the vampire feed?" Stiles yells.

Isaac rolls his eyes at the statement while the Beacon Hills member look like a mix of worry and calm. That some what changes when Nixie leans into Peter and scratches him deep enough to bleed. Before the healing process takes she licks the wound. Scott and Derek move forward, but Isaac stops them. They all watch helplessly as the wound isn't healing.

"It could be worst." Bran muses. "She could be a pure breed baobhan sith after all."

"How could that possibly be worst?" Scott questions.

"They don't stop at just one person. Baobhan Sith are more or less rippers among the vampiric fae. Lenean sidhe and glaistig have much better impulse control. Don't worry though the Neaton wouldn't be able to contain her."

Everyone's head besides Peter's and Nixie's jerk to look at Bran. Nixie just starts to happily drink from Peter. Neither one knowing what's happening outside the tree.

"Hybridization is rare among the fairefolk. It makes them unpredictable. More dangerous." Deaton interjects.

"With how her species breeds, sometimes hybrid traits occur." Bran argues. "Like I told her, her father's bloodline must have been part baabhan sith."

"I'm not a hybrid." Nixie calls from the tree. "Besides dark hearts make the fairefolk far more dangerous. Hard to purify after it darkens."

Peter has passed out from blood lost. Nixie is licking his blood off her fingers as she sits watching the pack. Blood dripping down from her chin and coating her hands as she tries to clean up.

"She can't be that dangerous if she only attacks Peter." Scott ever the optimist.

"No, Scott, she doesn't look like a threat at all." Stiles sarcastically states.

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Years Ago:

Camden didn't know what to do. He felt it was wrong to leave Isaac, but he knew this is what he wanted to do. He's talked to the recruits and started training more so he could get use to the training he will go through. Even Coach Finstock was letting him train with the team on the condition that the captain of the swim team try out for lacrosse.

Camden doubts he will make the team, but he does hope to make it. Mainly because of Isaac but it would make hiding the bruises easier. He doesn't know how much longer he could go with pretending. He has kept Isaac safe for so long and he has looked into taking Isaac away from all this. He just needs to do what's right for both of them.

Camden was caught up in his own world that he didn't notice someone coming to sit in front of him.

"Hi, Cam." The girl said.

He didn't answer her. Just staring off into space thinking about the pros and cons. He didn't react as she waved her hands in his face. Since he wasn't listening to her, she might as well have some fun.

"Danny says he is gay." Nothing.

"Danny says that he's in love with you. I told him he couldn't marry anyone until after they apply and get approved by me." She rested her head against her hand. No reaction

"I'm pregnant. It's Peter Hale's. I know I shouldn't have betrayed our best friend's trust by sleeping with his uncle." She leans back thinking. "I don't know what draws me to him. Must be -"

"Seraphina, please stop spreading rumors about my uncle." Derek said behind her.

Unfortunately that is what got Camden to focus on reality. He blinks looking to his best friends. Seraphina Mahealani looking red as a tomato while Derek Hale smiles at her embarrassment.

"Your brother is in love with someone?" Camden asks confused.

Seraphina head hits the table. Derek sits next to her and fist bumps Camden. Unlike Seraphina, Derek notices the pamphlets. Camden has been thinking of going into service since he was in kindergarten. Derek has always been slightly jealous because Cam has always knew what he wanted.

"Have you made up your mind?" Derek asks.

That caused both brunettes to look at him. Seraphina's chocolate brown eyes widen at the question. While Camden's dark brown eyes look down at the pamphlets again.

"I - I have." He says confidently.

Present:

"I'm not a threat. Or a pure blooded lenean sidhe. I'm a nixie, Ghillie Dhu." Nixie states dipping her fingernail into Peter's wound. Making him bleed more so she could drink. "Most people with fae heritage can end up with throwbacks from those lineages. I just happen to a fae with throwback traits."

"So you finally are going to tell us what those traits are." Stiles states sarcastically.

"It's rude to ask people what supernatural abilities they have, Stiles." Lydia says walking up to her stepbrother. Smiling as she hugs him. "They might not know what they are yet."

"Why should I when you obviously hate me for no reason?" Nixie states angrily.

The blood covering her fair skin really doesn't win over most of the pack with that statement. In fact Liam, Alec, Hayden, Malia, and Derek growl at her. Jackson, Ethan, and Isaac put themselves in front of the Neaton to protect her. Stiles and Lydia are stuck between the standoff. Scott and Jordan wisely move to where they can see what she is doing to Peter. While Bran is staring off into space wishing he could be somewhere else.

Bran closes his eyes and counts to ten. Then he walks up to the Neaton. He doesn't touch it but looks at Peter's body. He raises an eyebrow asking if she is done with her meal. Rolling her eyes, Nixie pushes Peter off the stump.

"Look, Nixie has feed on the most hated person here. Let's just stop blaming her and questioning her." Isaac says waking backwards to the Neaton.

Nixie smiles but doesn't move. She looks at Bran. He shrugs and she moves to get off the tree stump. Most of the pack tenses as Isaac helps her down.

"Ok, now that's settled let's get back to the murder and finding the culprit." Even with blood all over her Nixie is upbeat as ever.

"Really? You're just going to forget about this?" Malia questions.

"Your father isn't dead. He will still walk you down the aisle." Ethan says.

Malia and Stiles aren't finished with this, but they are right. Now isn't the time to blame Nixie without proof. Most of the pack head to there cars with only Londoners, Bran, Stiles, and Jordan staying behind.

"So where are we going?" Ethan says.

"Derek's house," Stiles says.

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Years Ago:

The first time it happened Camden was away at camp. His dad was looking for Cam because he didn't bring the swim team to victory. Camden manage to keep Isaac away from their father whenever this happens. Seraphina, Derek, and Camden had to go to camp for the basketball teams, and everyone Camden gets to babysit Isaac can't. So he is forced to leave Isaac with their father.

Camden made sure Isaac knew where to go whenever their father started to act up. He wouldn't tell Isaac what their father has been doing to him, and he needed Isaac to be safe. The night before he leaves, Camden sits Isaac down to run through the safety plan.

"Where do you go if dad starts yelling?" He whispers.

"Don't lock the door to the room I'm hiding in. Lock another room so he will think I'm hiding in there. Hide somewhere dad won't look. Stay quiet and run to Stiles's house if I get the chance." Isaac repeats what his brother has made him remember.

"Good, Isaac. Now if you can't get away and he finds you, what do you do?"

"I tell you as soon as possible." Isaac pauses. "Camie, is this why you always make sure I'm hidden whenever he is mad at us?"

Camden really wants to say no, but he must have not hidden this side of their father as well as he thought.

"Yes," he says round a lump in his throat. "Goodnight, Zac."

Kissing his little brother's forehead, he leaves the room. Once in his own room Camden silently cries for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, Isaac wasn't able to fill out the safety plan. His dad was waiting for him as he got home the next day. Since Mr. Lahey couldn't beat his oldest right before camp, Isaac made the perfect target. He locked all the doors so Isaac couldn't hide in any room. Isaac didn't have time to run away.

His father backhanded Isaac causing him to stumble into the table. The force knocked his father's water on to his paperwork. The result only made his father angrier. Mr. Lahey grabbed Isaac and dragged in down to the basement where Camden's punishments always was.

Mr. Lahay put Isaac in the freezer for the first time. Isaac was kicking and screaming as the freezer door was shut and locked. He banged on the door hoping that his dad would open the door. Tears were running down his face as he realized that his father wasn't coming down.

Isaac Lahey is only seven years old when he finds out what Camden has been protecting him from. Isaac is only seven years old when his father starts abusing him whenever Camden isn't there.

Present:

Since they were all going to Derek's house, Stiles suggested that the Londoners split up so that they can catch up with their friends. The four of them agree. Lydia calls dibs on Jackson and pulls him to her car before Ethan could claim him. Malia chooses her brother-in-law, because she wants details on his and Jackson's marriage. Scott and Derek fight for a claim on Isaac.

"Stop fighting over Isaac," Nixie calls to them.

"You got a little bit of Peter between your teeth." Stiles says right next to her.

Unlike most of the wolves, Bran said that since Nixie and Stiles annoyed him they have to take care of Peter. Needless to say nonbody wanted to babysit Peter.

"Where are we going to put Peter?" Nixie asked Stiles.

"Malia's car. Might as well get her to spend time with her father." He yells the last part at Malia.

Malia laughs at them carrying the unconscious Peter Hale. Ethan waves them to Malia's car and opens the back door. As they are putting him into the car Nixie looks back at Isaac then to Stiles.

"Ask Isaac to ride in the car with you." She whispers to Stiles.

"What?"

"Ask Isaac to go to Derek's with you. I know how it seems odd that I'm asking you to do that, but Isaac shouldn't be fought over by both of his alphas."

Stiles looks to Isaac, Scott, and Derek. Isaac looks uncomfortable at the play fighting of the true alpha and former alpha. Stiles sighs but agrees. Nixie gives him a bloody smile.

"Yeah, don't do that." Stiles gestures at her face.

"Don't like blood, do you?"

"Nope, and I don't trust you." Stiles says walking away from her.

"What are you planning, Nixie?" Ethan says behind her.

"Not planning anything." She says. "Think I can catch a ride with tall, dark, and angry?"

Ethan spots the frown Jordan makes as he hears Nixie's commit. Seems like the hellhound isn't too happy about that.

"I think you are better off with the deputy. Derek has a habit of dating killers."

"Then nothing changes." She whispers as Isaac smiles shyly at Stiles.

"Just remember Isaac asked you to -"

"To be his girlfriend for the wedding." Nixie finishes. "I know, Ethan. Now just go spend time with Jackson's sister."

Nixie sighs and goes up the Derek and Scott. Jordan tries to get her attention, but the woman carefully goes around him. Doesn't want to get burned again.

"Any chance either of you are up for a detour?" Nixie jesters to her blood covered clothes.

Derek just walks away from the reminding group. So no rides with tall, dark, and angry.

"That's a great idea. Scott, would you mind taking Jordan and the bloody girl back to where they came from." Bran answers for them.

"Sure," Scott says to him.

Nixie looks to the sky and sighs. This is going to be a long trip.

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Years Ago:

"If you tell anyone I'll kill him." Mr. Lahey whispers to Isaac as they watch Camden and Stiles. "And I don't believe you need to know which."

Isaac shallows the lump developing in his throat. Mr. Lahey has made it every clear that he doesn't care which he will. Isaac already knows that Camden is being abused and has been far longer than himself.

What Mr. Lahey doesn't know is that Isaac has a plan. He knows that he can't protect Camden, but the same can't be said for Stiles. It's going to kill him, but he has to make his best friend hate him. They are going to start third grade soon so Stiles will have a fresh start.

Present:

Isaac may have been happy not to choose between Derek and Scott, but he was slowly realizing his mistake. He really didn't want to dig up the past or talk about Nixie's life. Maybe he could find something to talk about.

The walk back to the sheriff's station is extremely quiet. Stiles and Isaac try to talk but can't think of anything to say. Lucky the chance comes in the form of a blue ancient jeep.

"It's still alive," He is fladergast by the immortal vehicle.

"Of course Roscoe is still alive." Stiles states proudly.

"How? Is it magic?" He circles Roscoe with childish amusement. "This reminds me of when Cam asked your mom if he could name it."

"Positive reliving memories isn't a good thing unless you want to relive some of them." He pauses. "Oh, I know. How that time you started pulling away?"

Isaac flinches. "You know why now."

"Why couldn't you come to my dad?"

He doesn't answer. Sighing Isaac just gets into the jeep. He doesn't want to talk about the past anymore.

"Right," Stiles speaks to himself.

Silence fills Roscoe. Neither wants to speak first, but the quiet is unbearable. Looking out the window, Isaac watches the scene past him.

"Should we play I spy?" Isaac questions.

"Really? Childish games to fill the void of resentment. No thanks."

"Like you're all that innocent. Mieczysław, you did things in the past that hurt as well."

"I wasn't the one that left."

"No, you just pretended that we weren't friends at all." Isaac shot back.

"Right back at ya, Zac."

"This is going to be a long ride." Isaac whispers after a lull in the argument. Isaac looks out the window thinking of something else to say.

"You know what I don't understand," Stiles muses.

"What, Great One Who Can Do No Wrong," Isaac answers sarcastically.

"Why didn't you say goodbye when you left?" Stiles sounds slightly heartbroken.

"Wouldn't have made a difference. Allison is still dead; you and I aren't on actual speaking terms. Scott lost the love of his life to both death and I." He shrugs looking out the window instead of watching his former best friend.

"We are speaking," Stiles counters.

"Bickering and snide remarks aren't speaking." Stiles opens his mouth the interject. "Neither is sarcasm."

Stiles closes his mouth and glares.

Unlike Isaac and Stiles, Nixie, Scott, and Jordan were fairing better. Scott and Jordan were talking about nothing in particular. Nixie just happily listening to something other than herself. She zoned out at one point thinking how she needs to visit her birth place.

"Nixie, we're going to the lake house first." Scott speaks to her.

She doesn't answer.

"Nixie," Scott calls out louder.

"Quoi?"

"You speak French?" Jordan questions.

"Yes? How do you know that?" She hedges

"You just said what in French." Scott answers.

"When did y'all learn French?" Nixie counters.

"Um, Malia lived in Brittany, France for six months while I was going to vet school. Thought it was a good idea to learn the language before I visited her." Scott says.

"That's... That's great." Nixie stutters.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

Looking into the mirror, Nixie sees Scott concerns written all over his face.

"Is it something you and Bran talked about?" Parrish asked. "Before you got in the car with us Bran stopped you."

Parrish recalls watching her and Bran talk. It didn't seem to be going well by the way Nixie almost ran to where he and Scott were. She seems less bubbly after that.

"Do either of you know what a dark heart is?" She questions after a moment of silence.

Scott and Parish look at each other the same question running through their head. What is a dark heart? Is it dangerous? Why would Bran not tell them if it was?

"No, is it something we should know?" Jordan questions.

Nixie looks like she was the one who was drained of blood. Her life-force just left her at the statement. Bran didn't tell them. Why would he do that? Scott and Parish were at a lost for words as she silently cried.

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Years Ago:

Avoiding Stiles was hard, but Isaac needed to protect him. Camden was still the number one babysitter, second only to Laura Hale. But everyone loved when Laura watched their kids. When Camden had to watch Stiles Isaac would somehow manage to talk Camden into babysitting Scott as well. Needless to say Mrs. McCall was thrilled to have Camden watch Scott while going through her divorce and extra hours at the hospital.

Isaac and Scott never really clicked so the only logic was to stay away from them. Camden tried to get Isaac to be social whenever Scott was around, but it never worked. Didn't help any that Scott really didn't want to share Stiles's time.

Of course his plan backfired the day Mrs. McCall got a day off. The same day Camden had to work with their dad and the team. She was kind enough to watch Isaac.

"Why are you avoiding me, Zac?" Stiles asked him.

Thanks to Isaac, it's been rare for the two best friends to be alone. Scott's asthma had acted up really bad to the point his mom made him go lay down.

"I'm not avoiding you," he lied

"That's bs and you know it." Stiles crossed his arms and glared at him.

Isaac had to fight not to cower under Stiles's harsh gaze. Standing his ground, he looked Stiles dead in the eye and lied.

"Scott doesn't want me around. What's the point in spending time with you when all you are going to do is be around him?"

Breathe Isaac, he thought.

"Scott doesn't even know who you are. Neither of you are giving each other a chance." He paused. "Besides you're the one who talked Camden into watching him."

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want to be around you anymore." His heart broke a little.

"That's a lie," Stiles said shaking his head.

"No, it's not. Why should I hang out with someone like you?" Isaac knows how to hit him where it hurts and unfortunately he needs to. "Hyperactive freaks should just vanish. Maybe you're the reason your mom got sick. Always making her run after you just because you can't stay still."

"Take that back!" Stiles was shaking with rage now. Scott and Isaac were the only ones Stiles ever said that mother was getting worst to.

"Why? It's true. I'm only friends with you now out of pity." The final nail the coffin then Stiles would be safe. "Maybe you should stop annoying her then she would get better. In fact we are better off withou--"

Stiles pouched Isaac. Blurry eyed and unable to see he pounced on Isaac and started hitting him. Isaac may have been happy for protecting his Stiles, but he wasn't about to take hits from him. Isaac fought back landing a good hit to Stiles's eye. Forced to roll off Isaac, he was about to attack again when Ms. McCall forces them apart.

"What is going on here?!" She yells.

Neither would said a word. Glaring daggers at each other. There is a prolonged silence that falls around them.

"I want to go home," Isaac finally speaks.

"I think that a good idea. Stiles, stay here while I call Mr. Lahey." Taking Isaac to the kitchen.

"No problem," Stiles says fighting back the tear.

Camden comes to pick Isaac up an hour later. Nobody speaks as they leave. Stiles goes hide so he could finally cry. Camden is beat and locked in the freezer because of his brother. Isaac nearly gets a broken wrist from the abuse. As Isaac cries himself to sleep that night all he can think about is how he saved Stiles.

Next week when school starts, Stiles and Isaac don't talk. Isaac makes a new friend in Matt Daehler. The kid who liked comics and photography. Stiles yells to the world that he is in love with Lydia Martin. The girl didn't know he even existed. Isaac tries not to feel jealous, because he did this for Stiles to be safe.

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Years Ago:

Camden finally managed to convince his dad to visit his mom's side. Of course it helps that Casey Lahey somehow got guilt tripped. After Isaac's new friend nearly drowned and Camden's leg was broken as a result. He has to wait to enlist just before graduating high school now.

Another surprise is Casey letting the boys go to Mystic Falls without him. Couldn't face his beloved's family knowing what he does to her kids. Camden sometimes wishes he and Isaac could live here, but their uncles made very clear that they were only allowed to visit. Always something about how their mother was the only member not to be involved with the founding families. It's a club neither Lahey boy was invited to be part of.

Camden grins sadly as he watches Isaac and their cousins playing in the yard. Elena and Jeremy are more willing to interact with them. Slightly turning his head, he could see Uncle John and Grayson talking about how long before they leave. None of the Gilbert adults hide that they aren't welcome that well.

"Hey, kids, I'm going to ice my leg. Is there anyone who wants to come inside?" Cam calls to the three of them.

"I'll come in with you." Elena runs up to him. "I want Matt, Bonnie, and Caroline to meet you two."

"Isaac would love that." Elena helped pick up his crouches so they could go inside.

Isaac doesn't have many friends and Camden himself is the reason he lost the last one. He has tried to get Isaac to make up with Stiles, but it got worse after Mrs. Claudia died.

"What are your friends like?" Cam asks her.

Isaac was always a shy person and knowing what new people were like before hand helps alot.

"Caroline is an overachiever and most likely to be the first to approach Isaac. Bonnie and I will try to keep her in line if she makes him uncomfortable." Elena tilts her head thinking. "Matt's sister might come with him. Probably going to flirt with you."

Camden laughs. "She won't get very far."

"True, you keep talking about Seraphina. Are you dating her?" She questions him.

"We are going enlist together and she is one of my best friends." He pauses. It's hard to admit.

"But?"

"But we don't love each like that." Cam and Sera have always said "I love you" to each other. Mainly because the Mahealanis are very open and welcoming.

"Don't you feel like you owe it to each to try?" Elena's brown eyes hold so many questions that Camden can't answer.

Camden doesn't answer. The cousins stay silent as they head inside. Once inside, Elena runs to the phone while Camden gets his ice packs. He tries to ignore his mother's family's eyes boring holes into him.

"Seems I'm not the only one excluded from their little club." Someone says behind him.

Cam jumps at her voice. Turning around he sees the most beautiful woman ever.

"Jenna," he breathes.

Jenna's smile captures both the sun and the breathe he breathes. Cam gets the warmest hug he has experienced since his father started beating him. He almost doesn't want it to end, but of course her boyfriend walks in.

"Well if it isn't Lahey. Trying to steal my girlfriend with the injury." He uses air quotes when he says injury.

Logan Fell doesn't really care for Camden. Though honestly Cam never hided how he feels about Jenna. Camden suspects that Logan knows about the abuse as well.

"I always steal her hugs," he counters. Jenna hasn't said no to the two of them hanging together either. He just needs to convince her that their eight year gap means nothing now that he is eighteen.

"Knock it off you two." Jenna says before kissing Logan.

Cam looks away from the display. Hiding his jealousy and heartache the best he can. Jenna may not know how he feels, but Logan takes great pleasure in torturing him. He just hopes that she doesn't end up like himself, because of Logan Fell.

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Present:

Roscoe pulls up to the Hale with it's passengers swimming in silence. Trying and failing to speak. Words left unsaid as Isaac gets out of the jeep. Stiles follows slowly behind.

"Derek really did rebuild the mansion." Isaac says in awe.

He remembers Derek talking about how he and Laura wanting a permanent home to build their pack. Laura had most of the plan prepared before she died, and Derek didn't want to finish until Beacon Hills was on stable ground. He nearly full filled the plan twice before leaving with Cora.

Isaac remembers how much he wanted to run to Stiles, but instead he reached out to Scott and Allison. Scott is a werewolf just like him so he felt that Scott would understand. Allison and Isaac shared lose and fell for each other. What helped the most was that Scott seemed to forget that he and Isaac fought over Stiles; while Allison never knew anything about most of his past.

"Yep, now he is the pack brooding babysitter." Stiles comments.

"Derek babysits?" He turns to Stiles. "Whose letting their kids near Sour Wolf?"

"Derek's kids need someone to interact with," Stiles smiles.

"Derek is letting his children have friends?" Isaac counters.

"I know." Stiles waves his arms. "Sour Wolf doesn't want them to the wolf glare. Plus the baby Argents need a break from training."

Thanks to Jackson and Ethan, Isaac and Nixie got to learn about their pack's lives outside of the pack. Derek and Braeden have two little girls. Chris and Melissa were surprised to become parents again and Scott was shock to being an older brother. Corey and Mason are fostering supernatural siblings; according to Jackson, they are in the process of adopting the three of them. Hayden and Laim are three months pregnant.

Isaac never asked about Stiles and Lydia. He doesn't want to know that they are starting a family. It would be too real for him. That he really lost Stiles because of his fears for Stiles's safety.

The door opens to the big mansion without Isaac and Stiles noticing.

"Hey, you two should come inside." Braeden yells at the door.

"We'll be right in," Stiles replies.

"Let's go." Isaac really wants to see inside and meet the other pack member.

Scott and Jordan snuck Nixie into the Hale house. Scott figured that the woman wouldn't want people to see her drinking a pint of blood like a Capri Sun. Plus the out she chose doesn't scream harmless. Black jeans, ankle boots. Black crop top with off the shoulder sleeves. Her makeup was redone to make her eyes stand out more. Her now sea green hair was left down.

"I'm fine, Deputy Parrish," she says looking up at him. Very glad Jackson texted her about restocking her blood supply.

He reluctantly nods. "I have to get back to work. Scott, let me know if anything happens."

"I will." Scott says as Parrish calls the sheriff for a ride back to the station.

Theo soon replaces Parrish. After proving he wouldn't betray the pack, Stiles had personally invited him to be a member.

"Is everything okay?" He asks them. Then he spots Nixie. "You must be the reason why Peter doesn't look so good."

"What gave it away?" She replied sarcastically.

Once inside the house, Braeden showed them where the rest of the pack was. Isaac noticed everyone kinda have their own cliques. Liam, Hayden, Mason, and Corey sit at the far end of the living room taking about their day and Hayden's doctor'sappointment. He sees Ethan and Jackson with Malia closer to the kitchen. Peter is hiding in the shadows watching his kids. Derek and Cora are most likely watching all of the pack kids. Braeden probably went to find them. Lastly Scott and Theo are near the entrance with Nixie looking very uncomfortable.

"I'm going to go check on -"

"Your girlfriend." Stiles finishes.

Isaac nods.

Stiles watches as he goes to her. As soon as Nixie see him, she waves at him. Isaac just hugs her. From where Stiles is, he watches as Isaac pulls away to look at what's in her hand. Lydia pops out of nowhere to stand by Stiles.

"That's the girlfriend?" She asks.

"Seems like it, but why is she drinking more blood after making a meal out of Peter?"

Isaac and Nixie don't seem to notice Scott and Theo walking to Stiles and Lydia.

"Hey," Lydia smiles at them. "What's with Isaac's girlfriend?"

"She said something about a dark heart and Isaac just called her a ripper." Scott says looking at them.

"What's a ripper?" Lydia questions.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Stiles and Scott say at the same time.

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Years Ago:

Camden was nervous. It was three days before his and Isaac's vacation ended, and he needed to talk to Jenna before they left. Aside from the kids, Jenna was the only person to welcome Isaac and himself to Mystic Falls. So maybe Jenna was the one who could help him.

He just needed to get her alone. Which was mostly impossible because of her boyfriend. Plus the kids loved spending time with both of them.

He groaned as he thought of a plan.

"Cam, why are you upset?" Jeremy asks appearing out of nowhere.

"I want to talk to Jenna, but she is pretty popular." He comments.

"Are you finally going to tell Aunt Jenna you love her?"

Camden shoots him a look. To be honest, Jeremy Gilbert always seemed to know more than he let on. Elena and her friends thought Jenna and Logan were forever. Isaac would like Cam and himself run away from their family and to take Stiles with them. At least then Isaac would be able to explain everything to Stiles.

"That more or less depends on the chance that what I have to say works." Camden ponders.

"Just leave Logan to me," Jeremy smiles at his cousin.

"Don't kill him, Jer," Camden says as he messes with Jeremy's hair.

"No promises, Camie," Jeremy smiles thinking of ways to get his aunt and favorite cousin alone together.

Present:

Isaac didn't get the chance to find out what happened. Since he and Stiles where the last ones here the pack wants to start. The two of them slowly make their way to the dining room.

"What happened?" Isaac inquires.

"Before coming here or after me running away from the police station?" Nixie asks.

"You're willing to talk about your life before meeting us?" Isaac knows she isn't but he isn't the only one who is curious.

"No," she answers quickly. "The hellhound's blood was calling to me. It didn't help that I can still taste the bloody water from last night."

Nixie never really talks about her life before meeting them. From what the wolves collectively gathered, whatever happened started in New Orleans. Nixie has stated the change completely happened after she saved them. She just won't truly open up about that part of her life.

While Isaac and Nixie were alone in the living, everyone except Jackson and Ethan were listening to them. They wanted to know more about Nixie but many wanted to lock up the monster of the month before the wedding. Hell knowing Scott, he probably invited the creature to his wedding.

"Why is she talking about Jordan's blood? Bloody water?" Theo whispers to Malia.

"Why would Isaac call her a ripper?" Malia counters.

"I don't know." Theo crosses his arms leaning against the counter.

"Can we go back to talking about the murder that just happened." Jackson demands.

"I'll get Isaac and Nixie while Stiles sets everything up." Scott says before going to get them.

Needless to say Derek growling and Braeden forcing people to sit down does the trick. Stiles lays all the files about the drownings with the three matches on the counter. Once he is done Scott walks in with the last pack member and guest.

"Alright let's get this meeting started," Stiles confidently states. "From all the files I've been gathering only two others match last night's attack."

He pushes the files towards the pack and Nixie. Scott, Liam, and Derek each take one. Stiles gives everyone time to scan the files before speaking again.

"I know that not all of us will be involved with this, but all of us need to keep an eye out for this creature. Avoid places where water resides." Stiles says looking each member in the eye.

He doesn't need to tell them the dangers because every member has lost someone in the past. They all silently agreed that none of the pups would lose anyone they care about.

Stiles noticed Nixie wasn't looking at any of the reports until she had all three them.

"Ce ne sont pas tous," Nixie whispers.

"What was that?" Lydia says looking at Nixie.

Nixie looks up startled. The files laying flat in front of her.

"Um," she looks down again before finishing her sentence. "There should be more victims."

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"What do you mean there should be more victims?" Scott asks her.

"Aquatic supernaturals don't just show up. We choose places that fit our needs. It can't just be random." Nixie explains looking down at the files.

The pack looks among each other. In all the years they've lived here drownings were less common than death by supernaturals. Hell, Stiles only looked into drownings that matched the one from last night.

"Do you have any files of missing people? Maybe some reporting strange occurrence happening before disappearing." She questions.

Holding her chin Nixie recalls her and Bran's conversation. While certain fae can since royalty others can't. Aquatic fae being the least with exceptions. Bran maybe powerful enough but even his powers are limited. Nixie herself can only just sense the creature, but it's extremely faint. The kelpie might just barely have any royal bloodlines. Could they be amplifying their compulsion? Either way Nixie needs to get them before the pack.

Isaac looks between Nixie and Stiles. Stiles is searching for reports that match her description.

"You know what it is, don't you?" Malia glares at the woman. "You're going to help it, aren't you?"

"Are you asking that because we are similar species or are you blaming for things I didn't fucking do?" Nixie voice is deadly calm with a hint of an order to it.

"What are dark hearts and rippers?" Malia demands. Fighting as she is forced to answer Nixie's questions. "Stiles doesn't trust you. Why should any of us if he doesn't."

Nixie turns her harden glaze on to Stiles. She doesn't even need to ask him. He has made it clear she isn't welcome. She looks back at the werecoyote with a cruel sharp tooth smile.

"Your pack is still young." Nixie stands and slowly walks around the table. "You've barely even scratch the surface of what is out there."

No body could move. What she is doing has them frozen in their seats. As she moves she gently touches Derek's shoulder and whispers in his ear. Then she does the same to Jackson and Peter. The three men's eyes shift to their glowing blue eyes.

"It seems I'm not the only one with a darken heart." Nixie has a sad melancholy look as her eyes pass over each man. "Do you blame them for all the horrible things that happen?"

Most of the older pack members flinch at her inquiry. Scott and Stiles used to always blame Derek for things he never did. They did apologize, but only after Derek was acquitted of all the accused crimes. Jackson wasn't even in his right mind. Matt turned him into a weapon. Then there is Peter. He deserved his blue eyes. No one can say he was innocent.

"I didn't think so," she comments bitterly.

"Nixie, let everyone go." Ethan forces out.

The Londoners have seen her compulsion, but never have they felt the full force of it. The last time they witnessed it, woman nearly decapitated the person.

"Trust is a two-way street. Even if you don't trust me. Isaac, Jackson, and Ethan do have that trust so actually use it." Nixie spat. "Trust them that I won't harm your precious humans."

This time it is an actual compulsion. She will not be forced to hide. She won't even force them to trust her. Dark fae she may be, but she will allow them their free will.

"As for being a Ripper." Her smile was pure evil. "Meet an actual vampire and truly find out what a Ripper really is."

The air felt heavy. It was hard for the pack to breathe. Malia was shaking from trying to get up. To attack the threat to the pack. Stiles was mentally forced to deal with the fact Nixie was right. He didn't trust her because of what she is to Isaac. Derek and Peter growled at the woman, but Peter's was cut off when he felt her claws on his neck. Everyone else felt like they were being hunted.

"Lorelai, stop," Isaac begs her.

In an instant Nixie is across the room. The air instantly become lighter. Malia shot up from her seat only to fall back into it. Tired from fighting Nixie's compulsion. The three blue eyed wolves eyes changed back to their human eyes. Peter has a small nick on his throat from where she held him. Everyone else was checking on each other. Wanting to make sure they were all okay.

Nixie on the other wasn't deadly calm anymore. She was furious at her pack and herself. She wasn't going to hurt them, but she wanted to make a point. Glaring at her friend. He refused to look at her. They both hated that he broke her one rule.

"Finish your meeting. It's clear I'm not needed." Nixie spits out before storming out of the Hale house.

The pack members with children rush to check on them. Stiles just stands there thinking of the events that happened. Stiles sneaks a glance at Isaac. The werewolf has his head in hands. The man looks similar to the scared little boy he once knew. Even if he doesn't want to see it he can't unsee it. Isaac has the same look of betrayal as that day Stiles shouted he loved Lydia.

Stiles shallows thickly as his heart breaks.

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Hi everyone,

I know I haven't posted in a while. I planning a complete rewrite for some of the chapters in this story so it flows better. Even with the rewrite Isaac, Stiles, Nixie, and Camden are going to remain the central characters.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Over last few years a lot has happened. Some good but most was unfortunate and those needed my attention more. I am back in school working towards my dream career. My grandmother passed away last year the day after my birthday and I didn't get to say goodbye. My family took in her cat and she had gotten really sick and we had to put down on April 26th. Both my mom and brother were both diagnosed with cancer. My mom is currently in remission for two years now. My brother has stage 4 but he is getting treatment to stop it from spreading further.

I just need a distraction from everything. Writing this series has really helped me focus on the positive.