Everything in italics is the past

"If you're going to keep me in here, the very least you could do is not annoy me with your presence," I stated to the twins.

When I woke up not only did I realize that I was officially kidnapped by none other then the big bad alpha pack but I also had no fucking idea where I was.

"What do you think Ethan? Should we give her another dose?" Aiden asked his brother, arms crossed.

Oh yeah and these dicks kept sticking me with whatever it is that made me weak enough to just be stuck in this chair.

"What do you think Ethan?" I mocked," should I break your brothers nose or arm the next time he decides to stick me with that thing?"

"You can barely move," Aiden taunted,"you're human.

I smirked," even if I'm human I can still kick your ass pretty well."

He laughs, lifting the needle in his hand and walking forward with it.

"If you're going to keep me here the very least you could do is tell me what it is in that thing," I mumbled, looking at the small needle.

"And why would I do that princess? By the way I'm so surprised you never figured it out? I mean surely you thought it strange when I called you princess even in LA right," he laughs, crouching downward.

I grit my teeth," Ethan? Did you make up your mind of what I should break."

Ethan just laughed from behind, crossing his arms as he knew this was about to get interesting.

Aiden smiled, clearly thinking I wasn't going to do anything. He grabbed me chin roughly, shoving my head to the side. I caught him in that moment, just when the needle was millimeters away I forced my head forward and smacked it against his forehead with as much strength as I could muster. The satisfying crunch of bone gave me energy, enough to kick my legs out and sweep him out. He fell to my right, his arm outstretched and I kicked out making me fall in that same way. The arm of my chair landed directly on his and once again I heard the break of bone. I laughed in the same moment he screamed out in pain.

"ETHAN!" He yelled out for his brother. 

"Sorry Ethan," I cackled," you didn't answer in time so I just did both."

Ethan came running over, lifting me off his brother just as Aiden stood.

"YOU BITCH!" Aiden yelled, wiping at his blood.

"Come on Aiden!" I laughed, "come up with something better! I'll give you one! HIJO DE LA GRAN PU— SHIT!"

Ethan stabbed me with the needle from behind the chair.

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The bus kept rolling, heading faster down the road while my stomach did flips and I felt more and more of my energy drain. My head leaned against the window while my legs were sprawled out in front of me. I felt drained, even after what had happened last night I wasn't able to sleep. The only reason I was on this bus was because Isaac carried me to it, like literally fucking carried me. Poor Isaac spent half the night saying sorry to me while I tried not to cry in front of him. It was too fucking much, last night was too fucking much.

"Imelda it's your turn," Stiles patted my arm gently, waking me up.

"What's the word?" I questioned.

"Incongruous." He gives me.

Like I could fucking think right now. I was barely able to remind myself breathe, "Um, can you use it in a sentence?"

"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened... incongruous." He says.

"For fucks sake Stiles," I groan, tilting my head to look at him.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd." Scott answers for me, equally groaning.

Stiles goes on, "Perfect. Okay, next word. For the both of you. Um, Darach. Darach, it's a noun. We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?"

In response both Scott and I stare at him, "not now Stilinski."

"Fine. Next word... Intransigent." He sighs in resignation.

"Stubborn, obstinate." I answer.

Stiles goes on flipping through pages when suddenly the bus the bus comes to an unexpected halt. It throws us forward, Scott groaning out.

"Oh, buddy, you okay? We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come." Stiles begins to worry for his friend.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers." Scott reminds him.

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre... or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's... all right, Scott, I'm telling coach that..." Stiles began rambling. Scott was right though, I was safer in numbers and that's why I came willingly. After last nights revelation I needed to stay near them.

"No. No, no, no. I'm all right." Scott reassured him, although his voice is weak.

"Well, you don't look all right! And Imelda can barely keep her eyes open she should be with Deaton trying to get better! And you Scott!" He sighs, calming himself, "Would you just let me see it?"

"I'm okay." Scott once again says.

"Scott, just let him see it, okay?" I groan to the wolf.

He sighs, giving up, "Okay."

"Oh, dude..." Stiles barely said over a whisper, obviously whatever was there wasn't goods

"I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal." Scott said.

I shut my eyes, feeling the power slowly going out in me once more. Drifting away until I was left with nothing but a darkness. I couldn't escape though, every time I shut my eyes all I thought was Derek was dead.

And I think that was the worst pain ever.

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"Helen of Troy? Have you ever heard her?" When I wake, sucking in a huge breath of air these are the first words I hear.

I groan, lifting my head to see Deucalion standing in the door waiting for my reply.

My throat is dry, eyes adjusting to the light. How long has it been? I have no clue although it feels like I've been sleeping for years.

"No," I croak through a dry throat," I haven't really gotten around to that chapter. Although I'm assuming you will tell me."

"She was called the "the face that launched a thousand ships." Thought so beautiful she was the reason for the Trojan war." He says coming closer, using the cane for help.

"I don't see what that has to do with me?" I answer. I'll admit this man terrifies me, hell he shakes me to my core and as he nears I'm breathing less and less.

He lifts my face, holding it between his hands and running his fingers gently over it.

"Helen of Troy in the flesh," he murmurs, "you're the face that will many wars. That is if you live."

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Scott McCall raced through the lonely streets of Beacon hills, the ran pouring over his helmet. It was barely visible, enough to cause a severe accident but all he could think about were Deucalion's words.

"The beautiful Deus. You should keep an eye on that little one, people won't just want to save her."

Those 2 sentences ran circles in his head, repeatedly reminding him of the warning. Scott had no doubt the Alpha Pack would keep their word, he just hoped to be their for the fight. His eyes kept flashing between golden and dark brown, every so often the anger taking over.

Even though the Dea had proved herself to be a warrior, a conquerer it still didn't keep Scott from worrying, she was under his protection.

No matter how much Scott feared the feelings between then and the questionable situation they ah spaces themselves in it didn't matter. Imelda Drake would always be under the careful eye of the noble beta.

The lights to her house were on, Scott dropping his bike on the lawn and racing up the stairs.

"Imelda!" He yelled, the front door wide open.

This was not a good sign.

Instead of finding the petite brunette who would more then likely be pissed off over the sudden intrusion he found Isaac. Isaac Lahey was still knocked out cold, covered in his own blood and healing. Scott shook him, waking him slowly.

Isaac groaned, slowly regaining consciousness and memory. He practically jumped when he remembered the last moments before his black out.

"Where is she!" He yelled out, hoping to find said Dea somewhere in the house.

"She's gone Isaac," Scott explained to him, briefly wondering why exactly Isaac was in Imelda house.

"They took her, the alpha pack took her," He explained.

"They are using her as leverage," Scott told him, running his hand through his hair.

"Leverage for Derek?" Isaac questioned, slowly lifting himself off the ground.

"No," Scott answered, "me."

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"I'm not Helen of Troy," I answered the Alpha after his statement.

He smiles quickly at me, letting my face go, "really? And why is that?"

"Helen of Troy had men come after her. She sat while millions of her own people died. I'd rather rip my own heart out then have my friends die for me," I stated, trying to make my voice stronger. It was impossible to do anything without feeling weak. Whatever it was they were injecting me with was working.

"Sweetheart, be careful with what you say," he tells me coolly.

"Besides," I go on," you can't kill me. Not unless you want to die as well."

He laughs," is that really the only tale you've heard of yourself? You really haven't done your homework have you."

My stomach and heart drop, any confidence I had suddenly leaving me.

"What did you say?"

He places both hands on his white cane, smiling, "love you're our not just our Archillies Heel. I happen to know of many, many legends of your kind and while many of them do state that with your murder all of would die but that is not the only one. I happen to know of other. Many others state that whoever kills you obtains your power, and well my reputation shows just how much I do love power..."

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"Imelda," a gentle stroke to my cheeks springs my eyes open, my entire body feeling like its up in flames.

"Ugh," I groan, moving my eyes around, "what's happening?"

"We are stopping," Isaac says to me, Stiles hovering from the other seat," Lydia says she might have an idea to fix you. To help you."

Deucalion's words ring in my head then, reminding me of the other prophecy for my kind.

There was no helping me, ever since Deucalion had told me what had happened I knew that he wouldn't be the only one after my power.

Maybe I was turning into Helen of Troy.

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Ther Alpha packs intentions are finally clear!  Who would have thought? My favorite episode is coming up and it's going to be messed up! I can't wait to let you in on more.

-Ash🔮