"𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓇ℯ𝑔𝓇ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒷𝒾𝓉, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔"

"That's hilarious, Matty. Can I call you Matty? But seriously, did you really think that was going to kill me?" Ophelia muses with a short laugh. She holds the bullet that was fired seconds ago between her fingers, the burning sensation on her skin almost pleasurable. "Funny."

"Scott? Stiles?" The masculine voice yelling out from deeper in the station is presumedly Stiles' father, who the boys had told Ophelia would be with them.

Then a second pipes in, reeking of concern from the gunshot that had just travelled through the building and down to the holding cells containing Melissa McCall and Noah Stilinski handcuffed to the nearby radiator. "Scott? Are you alright?"

Matt stares at the girl in bewilderment, unable to comprehend how she had managed to catch the bullet before it had imbedded itself into her head. "What the fuck-"

"Yeah, bitch!" Stiles yells out once more. If he wasn't rendered paralysed, he would be pumping a fist in the air out of support for his one sided friendship with the blonde.

Ophelia's lips twist into a smirk and she only sighs when the gun is raised once again. "Mate, we just did this. Seriously?" Although Matt doesn't shoot her. Instead, the next bullet is fired into Scott's torso, the werewolf letting out a cry of pain as he falls back onto the floor. She kisses her teeth as her senses are flooded with the sweet blood dripping onto the flooring. "That was just unnecessary."

She can tell that Matt is acting out of impulse now. None of this had been planned, especially the part of her showing up.

"Shut up!"

Scott's eyes widen in horror when another loud bang almost deafens his ears, and he can only watch as Ophelia is shot right between her eyes. "Oh, my God-"

Stumbling backward and groaning loudly in pain, Ophelia's eyes flash red as her head snaps upward, and she growls at the boy who stares back at her again in shock. "That was out of line, Matty." She winces as she grabs onto the bullet wedged into her head, and forcefully pulls it out with a hiss of pain, then tosses it onto the floor. "Oh, now that's a bitch."

"Wh-how- you're supposed to be dead," Matt stumbles over his words in astonishment, watching how the open hole in her pale skin heals cleanly within seconds. Even Scott has to blink quickly to make sure what is he seeing isn't a fabrication of reality.

Ophelia grins as she wipes the trail of blood that trickles down her face. "Yes, well, sadly and unfortunately for you, and probably everyone else to be honest, I'm a much bigger pain than Scott." She takes notice how rapidly his heart is beating, possibly because he has just realised how horribly wrong this hostage situation has turned to. "Which means I can now do this." With a snarl, she speeds forward toward the teenager frozen still, his body unable to move as his brain hasn't quite caught up with the events happening in his surroundings.

"Ophelia, look out!" Derek yells from the ground, everyone's hope fizzling out as they can only watch hopelessly as Jackson approaches behind her.

The hybrid's claws graze Matt's neck, until Ophelia's eyes widen at the annoyingly familiar sensation on the back of her own neck. Her eyes close as the paralysation begins to take effect of her body, her hand dropping down to her side and hitting her thigh. "Oh, shit, not again..."

Releasing a breath of relief, Matt nods to Jackson who only robotically stares into space; like his kanima part has fully taken over, even though he isn't entirely transformed. Almost as if he hadn't just stared death directly in its face, Matt crouches down beside Ophelia and brushes a strand of blood-stained hair out of her eyes. Despite the blinding pain from the gunshot, Scott flinches to move toward them, however, he abruptly halts when Jackson raises a clawed finger at him and shakes it, warning him to stay in place.

Ophelia growls in anger as his voice appears right next to her ear, tantalising and taunting her. "I'll find a way to kill you later," he whispers.

"Why the hell did I come back here," the girl grumbles to herself in annoyance. She can only stare at the ceiling, listening to the actions around her continue.

"'Cause you love us," Stiles adds from beside her. "By the way, I was totally rooting for you-"

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Matt yells at Stiles, the boy with the buzzcut flinching away at the volume of his voice. He looks at Jackson and points to each of the paralysed bodies, then over to the empty office to the side. "You, take 'em in there." Then he waves the gun in Scott's direction. "You, with me."

Ophelia can't help but grimace as Jackson grabs her arm and drags her across the floor before dropping her in the office, making sure her head bangs roughly against the ground. "Fuck you, Jackson," she calls out as his figure disappears from her eyesight. "Not literally," she adds to herself quietly, gagging in repulse at the thought.

Seconds later, another body is dropped next to her, and Ophelia doesn't need to see them to know who it is. Their voice gives them away. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Well, obviously the bullet must have hurt- oh, my God, that was so cool! You got shot in the head-"

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

"Strongly agree with that," Derek adds, grunting as Jackson drops him on the other side of the hybrid.

"I'm going to kill him," Ophelia mumbles, her eyes blazing with fire at the thought of Matt. "And I'm actually going to do it."

"Fully supportive of this," Stiles reassures her. "Like, as soon as possible would be great."

"Going to point out the obvious: none of us can move a finger right now," Ophelia snaps, her eyes boring holes into the ceiling. "So, yeah. As soon as possible would be great."

Stiles' lips form an O shape, and his eyebrows raise briefly at her observation. "Good point."

Before the Hale can yell at the two to stop their bickering, footsteps come into earshot and Scott is roughly pushed into the room. The injured boy clutches his side in pain before turning to Matt in desperation. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"

"Yo-You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt questions in disbelief, not understanding how any of them haven't caught on yet. "No, no, I-I want the book."

Ophelia raises her eyebrows at his demand. "Are we talking the English dictionary? Or 'War and Peace,' maybe? I've heard that one's just thrilling."

"The Bestiary," Matt bitterly corrects, his eyes flicking between the sarcastic blonde and Scott. "And not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it," Scott honestly confesses. "It's Gerard's," he adds when Matt shakes his head. "What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?" Scott presses, his voice becoming louder and firmer.

"To this," Matt responds. He lifts the bottom of his shirt up to reveal scales coating his side that are incredibly similar to the ones that Jackson is currently sporting.

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All Ophelia Stone can do is wait. And the girl isn't good with waiting. It had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes since she had been cut by the kanima, and she still couldn't move a finger. Considering she was paralysed in a pool for over an hour, she's got a feeling that herself, Stiles and Derek wouldn't be up any time soon.

Maybe she could just go to sleep.

"Hey," Stiles mutters, his eyes flicking over to Jackson who remains guard at the door. "Do you guys know what's happening to Matt?"

"I know the book's not gonna help him," Derek weakly answers.

Ophelia grunts in agreement. "He's right. You can't just break the rules of the supernatural, not like this."

Stiles' eyebrows furrow in confusion at their words. "What do you mean?"

"Nature always finds a balance," she tells him quietly. She has to refrain from rolling her eyes at the many times that rule had applied to herself. "And I mean always."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?"

Derek raises his brows at the boy, his way of confirming the question. "And killing people himself."

"So, if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?"

"Balance," Ophelia states through gritted teeth.

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?" Stiles tries with a slight grimace.

The girl scoffs at his attempt to provide them with some form of hope, however little it is. "Have you seen him? He's insane. Literally insane."

Stiles purses his lips together. "I'm gonna take that as a no. Okay. He's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"

"Yep," Derek responds without any hesitation.

Ophelia screws her eyes shut before sucking in a deep breath and using all the energy within her to flick her claws out. "Not all of us," she whispers. She wouldn't die at the hands of Matt, nor would she wait and sit through whatever torturous ways he would experiment on her with before actually finding out how to kill her.

"All right, so what do we do?" Stiles asks. "Do we just- do we just sit here and wait to die?"

The hybrid brushes her hand against her thigh and clenches her jaw before piercing through the fabric of her jeans and sinking her claws into her leg. Just as an extra, she lets her fangs elongate and dig harshly into her bottom lip, ever so slightly smiling at the added pain her body is flooded with.

"Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process..." Derek answers. He trails off as he picks up the scent of blood right next to him, his eyes darting around to vaguely see Ophelia beside him.

Stiles' eyes widen as his fingers touch a thick substance, and he groans when realising that it is blood. "Oh, what are you doing- aw, man, gross." Then when he finds how Derek had also caught onto the girl's idea, he closes his eyes in disgust. "You two are made for each other."

Ophelia gags but very quickly, her lips uplift into an amused smile when feeling daggers glared into the side of her head. "You love me, Der Bear." After a few minutes of silence, her green eyes widen in surprise as she watches one of her shoes ever so slightly twitch. "Oh, I'm bloody amazing."

"What?" Stiles queries quickly. "Can you move?"

With a grunt, Ophelia imagines gaining enough momentum to stand up and murder Matt in the most creative way she could think of. She giggles in triumph when she is finally able to feel the lower half of her body. "I can move my toes," Derek announces.

Stiles groans in frustration. "Dude, I can move my toes."

"Yeah, well, I can move my whole fucking body," Ophelia taunts with a toothy grin. Sighing, she stands up and shakes her leg out, letting her muscles warm up and trying to relieve the pins and needles in her foot.

"Bitch," Derek grumbles at her, jealous at how fast her healing works compared to his own.

Very quickly, everything turns into complete chaos. Rapid gunfire erupts outside the station, bullets shattering all of the front glass windows and landing on the floors inside in heavy showers. Ophelia's mind blanks except for the one thought screaming at her, like a spotlight had been placed upon it. She forgets about Stiles, Derek, and even Jackson who had left the room to investigate the commotion.

Her hearing picks up on the distant yells beneath the wailing sirens and alarms, before the girl runs out to see the room engulfed in smoke with no sign of Scott or the person she is after. Ophelia narrows her eyes and allows her sense of smell to take over and pick up the potent scent of him to flood through her nose. She doesn't hesitate to use her vampiric speed to leave the building and follow the trail of the psychotic teenage boy.

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The reasonably short distance Matt had travelled from escaping the building where he had just kept the group hostage finds Ophelia down by the river. The male is frantic, pacing back and forth and running his hands over his head in alarm. Yet when he turns around, his body begins to shut down in pure terror. What comes out of the shadows isn't human; extremely far from it. From the pair of glowing rubies, to the dark veins travelling down her cheeks and the sharp fangs snarling at him, Ophelia is the epitome of terrifying. In this very moment, she isn't who she was born as. She is a true Mikaelson.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Matt's hands begin to tremble as he takes small steps away from her approaching figure, and a bead of sweat trickles down his forehead as he realises that this is it. His eyes dart around him as he takes in the place where he is going to die, because in this moment, he realises just exactly how dangerous Ophelia is. And he realises that no one else seems to know this side of her, or they wouldn't be protecting her, standing up for her, or even standing within a few metres of her.

The girl licks her lips and interlocks her fingers behind her back, enjoying the moment as she prolongs his fate. "So, Matt. Tell me, do you regret anything?" He stares at her, trying to find any sign, as small as it may be, that she might just decide to walk away and leave him in peace. In response to his silence, she surprises him by laughing. It's a chilling laugh, something that sends shivers down the back of his spine. "No, that's ridiculous. Of course you don't regret it."

"Please don't kill me," he whispers to her, desperation hanging off his every word. His next step in the attempt to escape from her looming figure causes him to trip over a rock, sending him stumbling to the side as he is caught off balance.

Ophelia raises her eyebrows as she lengthens her strides, stalking toward him with calculated moves like he is a deer Stefan Salvatore would prey upon for a meal. "Have you got rocks in your head, Matty?" He shuts his eyes when she finally speeds forward in front of him and grabs a fistful of his striped shirt in her hand. "Say hi to my mum and dad for me. The adoptive ones and the original ones."

Of course, she doesn't waste the opportunity, and sinks her fangs into his neck, smiling against his now bloody skin as he screams out in torture. After a few more seconds of sucking down gulps of hot blood, Ophelia pulls away and gives him a lopsided grin; that being the last image in Matt Deahler's mind before his heart is ripped out of his body and thrown into the river behind them.

A sigh leaves her lips as Matt's body falls forward onto her, yet her shoulders drop as a considerable weight lifts off her. She grabs onto his shirt and drags him into the cool water, using her foot to push the floating body away from her and following along the path his heart is heading in. "Finally," she breathes. Wiping the strands of hair out of her eyes, Ophelia licks the blood off the corner of her mouth and watches in satisfaction as the body drifts down the river. She waits until Matt is no longer in sight before turning around and speeding home.

All while Gerard Argent watches from a distance, his eyes squinted as he walks to the very spot the brutal murder had just taken place, before looking to the side and staring in the shadows as the yellow, reptilian eyes belonging to the kanima stare back at him.

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Enjoying the feeling of the crisp air and the feeling that half of her revenge plan has finally been executed, Ophelia hums a song as she strolls down the pathway on her street, her home illuminated at the end of the road by the numerous garden lights. The peace and quiet is interrupted by the feeling of her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her jeans. "Could a girl get one fucking night-" Her eyebrows raise in slight surprise at the contact name displayed on her screen, but nonetheless, she picks up. "Derek? What the hell-"

"No, let me talk," the werewolf cuts her off urgently, not giving her any room to give a protest. "Listen, when I was getting out of the station, I overheard Scott and Gerard talking."

Her eyes narrow to slits similar to those of the kanima at the two names that had just dropped. "You're kidding."

"They were talking about you. Ophelia, they know you killed Victoria. And from how they were talking, it sounds like Scott told them. Look, you need to leave Beacon Hills, now. They want you dead. That's why they were there, to kill-"

The hybrid is suddenly overcome with rage. It's not the rage she felt with Jackson and Matt. This is completely different. However, Ophelia can't hear the rest of Derek's sentence as the phone drops from her hand and clatters to the tarmac beside her, shattering the screen on impact. A shrill scream leaves her mouth at the crippling pain that erupts across her stomach, her body immediately feeling as if it's on fire. Her knees buckle as blood begins to leak onto the pavement, and Ophelia hits the concrete with another groan. She didn't hear the bullet fire from the gun, nor did she hear or see whoever it came from. The girl's eyes squeeze shut as she begins to feel dizzy, the sensation overwhelming and draining.

"A vampire with no humanity is dangerous enough," the man calls out, a smirk on his face as he watches the girl fight losing consciousness. "But a hybrid? Now that's something we'd only thought of as a myth."

Ophelia growls when Gerard comes into eyesight, her blood boiling once again.

"He's right," another adds. This voice is starkly different from the older man's. This one is deadly calm. It contains no amusement, or enjoyment. Chris Argent stares directly into the eyes of the monster that had carelessly killed his wife. "There's only one hybrid the supernatural world knows about."

As the pain from the wooden bullet spreads from her stomach up her torso and around her arms, Ophelia has to laugh at the situation she has found herself in. Blood trickles out of her lips, and she turns her head weakly to spit onto the ground to rid her mouth of the strong, metallic taste.

"I wonder if Ophelia knows the big, bad Klaus Mikaelson?" Gerard suggests playfully.

Chris pulls out a syringe from his pocket, holding it up into the air and tapping it a few times before crouching down before her. Just as her eyes glow to signal her warning, he chuckles. "No. No, you're not going anywhere."

Ophelia's eyes begin to droop closed as the needle is shoved into her neck, her body too exhausted from the pain to be able to get up and move. The last thing she sees is the two supernatural hunters watching her fall into the land of sleep before tying her wrists together and throwing her into their van.

𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!

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