𝐌𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐃
she was special. she combined a mean angel and a kind devil

"WHERE is she?" Alex asked as Stiles and her approached Scott. She was fiddling with the sleeve of Stiles' hoodie which she was currently wearing.

"Over here," Allison's voice called, the three glanced over to see Allison and Lydia standing by the entrance of the school. They jogged their way over, the five looking back and forth at one another.

"Lydia?" Alex asked softly upon a pained expression on the girl's face. 

Lydia shook her head back and forth. "It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body." She shrugged nervously, crossing her arms over her chest to try and keep herself warm in the chilling air. 

Stiles' eyes widened immediately, exclaiming, "You found a dead body?" 

"Not yet." 

Stiles stared at the strawberry-blonde in confusion. "Not yet? What do you mean not yet? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." 

"Oh, no," Lydia denied, wagging her finger in front of her for effect. "I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." 

"How are we supposed to find the dead body?" Stiles practically shouted, hands held out by his sides. "You're always the one finding the dead body."

Alex quickly grabbed Stiles' flying hands, and lowered them, glaring at him. He shrunk back a bit, his mole covered cheeks heating up slightly.

Alex sniffed the air, tilting her head a little as the wind carried an iron scent to her nose. "Guys," spoke up, gaining their attention as she looked over at the Beacon Hills High School sign. "I found the dead body."

"IDIOMS, analogies, metaphors, and similes," Ms. Blake explained, the sound of her heels clicking against the tile floor. "All tools the writer uses to tell their story," She paused, a grin growing on her face as she glanced down at a certain student's desk. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

Lydia shot her an annoyed smile, stating, "You and every guy I've ever dated."

Alex smirked at Lydia's answer. They were so much like that it was uncanny. They had the looks, the smarts, the style, and certainly the way they are both serpents hiding behind innocent facades.

In discomfort, Ms. Blake stammered, "I - uh - well, that was an idiom, by the way." Lydia ignored her words, returning to her drawing.

Ms. Blake began to make her way down the aisle once again, "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." Her steps ceased, turning to face the class whilst her eyes lingered a little too long on Stiles, Alex, and Scott. "They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" in meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phase like "seeing the whole board."

"Like chess," Stiles mumbled to himself.

"That's right, Stiles," Ms. Blake beamed. "Do you play?"

"Oh, no. My father does," Stiles corrected, twiddling around with his pencil.

Ms. Blake's face held a tight smile. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?"

Alec wasn't surprised when Scott immediately turned to Stiles the second Ms. Blake was far enough away not to hear them.

"I think I can get to Ethan," he whispered over to Stiles, and Alex's interest was instantly piqued. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

Stiles pursed his lips for a moment, "What do you want to do that for?"

"The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?" Scott questioned.

"That actually makes sense," Alex agreed, looking toward Stiles.

"Okay, first of all," Stiles began, shaking his head slightly in disbelief as he leaned toward Alex and Scott. "I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like, "What if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?" actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."

"What's that?" Scott asked.

"Going through Aiden," Stiles stated, and Alex let out a sigh knowing that Ethan and Aiden had practically become conjoined-twins, no pun intended, since Aiden's suspension - never leaving each other's sight. "Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we going to separate them again?"

The wheels in Alex's head began to turn - her eyes widened, turning around to face the Martin girl, who was still sketching the tree in her notebook. The two teenage boys soon caught on and followed her action, all three of them staring intently at Lydia Martin.

Lydia glanced up with a pained expression. "What now?"

Their plan had been set into motion.

"WHY are you even talking to me? I helped with almost killing your friend." Ethan looked at Alex accusingly. "How do you know I'm not gonna try and kill another one?" He looked pointedly at Stiles which made Alex growl defensively.

"Is he looking at me?" Stiles asked, standing up straighter. "Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain ash, "wrap it in wolfsbane," he made hand gestures, making it look like he was wrapping something. "–roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking–"

"Whoa, Stiles, okay. We get it," Scott cut Stiles off of threat before he turned back to Ethan. "We're talking to you because I know that even though Alex saved him, you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."

"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas."

"What were you?" Alex asked, confused for once in her life.

"Omegas," Ethan admitted reluctantly, crossing his arms over his chests. "In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack." 

From beside Alex, Stiles piped in, "So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?" 

"Something like that." 

"What happened?" Scott asked, getting everything back on track. 

"They were killers," Ethan spat out in disgust. "I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them." 

"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Alex interjected. "Form Voltron Wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?" 

"We couldn't," Ethan snapped. "We didn't know how to control it back then." 

"Deucalion taught you," Alex concluded, realizing that seemingly everything circled back to him. 

"And then, we fought," Ethan stated, "We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life!" Ethan took in a shaky breath and continued, "And we tore him apart - literally." 

"Ouch," Alex mumbled, smirking. She did just that but it was with her hybrids. When she got to the one who betrayed her first and made the rest betray me, let's just say that she wasn't merciful.

"What about your emissary?" Scott asked, the only thing the three of them were yearning to discover. Ethan was silent, Scott's eyes widened. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis', too?" 

"All of them except for Deucalion's," Ethan quietly explained. 

"You mean Morrell?" Stiles concluded.

Before Ethan could answer, he shouted in pain, gripping his chest.

"What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott rushed out, coming to Ethan's aid.

"Not me. My brother."

THEY ran into the locker room to find Lydia taking care of a hurt Cora, Aiden standing over them with a huge weight which made Alex growl.

Cora reminded her so much of Rebekah and her. How dare he hurt her.

"You can't do this!" Ethan shouted at his brother, stopping his from beating Cora to death with it. Alex zoomed over to where Cora sat and pulled her up into her arms, glaring at Aiden.

"Trust me," Alex whispered to Cora before biting into her wrist. She held it up to her mouth and fed her blood. When she pulled her wrist back, she looked at Cora's forehead, waiting it to heal, but it never did. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and worry.

"She came at me!" Aiden shouted at his brother, trying to defend himself.

"It doesn't matter! Deucalion gave Derek until the next full moon." Ethan looked at Cora. "You can't touch him or her."

"Hey, guys," Stiles spoke as he kneeled down beside Alex to get a look at Cora's wound. "I think she's pretty hurt."

"PHILOSOPHERS?" Stiles asked in disbelief, his eyes glancing toward his phone before they returned their attention back to the road. 

Cora Hale was in the backseat of Stiles' jeep, while Alex took the liberty of calling shotgun.

Allison had begun to explain what her and Isaac had found in her father's study. He had the five-fold knot Celtic symbol along with five words that categorized the sacrifices. Virgins, Warriors, Healers, Philosopher, and - 

"And Guardians," Allison added, her voice ringing out through the jeep from the other end of the phone. "Which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right?" Alex and Stiles immediately glanced toward each other. "Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him." 

Stiles nodded his head rapidly, "Okay, okay, okay, I know." 

With that, the call ended. The three of them sat in silence for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around the fact that Stiles had to tell his father about all of the supernatural beings lurking around in Beacon Hills. 

"What are you gonna do?" Cora asked, propping her head up on her elbow. 

"I'm gonna tell him the truth," Stiles explained. "And I'm gonna need both of you to help."

Alex sighed. She wanted to be there to help him, but she had other things to do. "Sorry to disappoint, but I have somewhere very important to be."

"AND how may I help you, Alexandria?"

"I came here to see if you could help me with my slight predicament." The blonde ran her fingers along the counter, her blue eyes looking at the dust that littered the brown counter. "You see, my brother wants me to come back 'home' but I don't really want to. My home is no longer where he thinks it is, whether it being Mystic Falls or New Orleans. I never quite fit in with either group.

She walked around the room, running her finger over everything. "But, here, I found my true calling. I found people I actually fit in. Granted, these people are still trusting me, but, here, I'm able to do something. I'm not being daggered, or getting my neck broke, or even being held back from what i've always wanted to do; help people. I might seem like this big, bad, know it all, monster who doesn't give two shits, but I do. I do. I care too much and that's my problem."

She took in a deep breath. "I helped some boy I barley knew the other night and I felt proud. I felt proud that I actually saved someone instead of killing them." She looked him in the eyes, her blue eyes showing determination.

"And what do you think I could do?"

"Well, you see, Deaton." She tilted her head, staring into his chocolate brown ones. "I need you to cast a spell for me. A hideaway spell. A spell that no family blood or no tracking spell would be able to find me." She wiped her clammy hands on her light washed jeans, smirking. "And I want it done by tonight."

"GUYS, have you seen Lydia?" Alex questioned, a gut wrenching feeling was telling her something wasn't right. Something was happening and it was happening soon.

"I saw her before the recital started, but she disappeared after that," Scott told her which did not help with her worry. She gripped their wrists and they went around the school, yelling for Lydia.

When they ran outside, all threw of their eyes wide in fear. Where had the small 5'3 figure of porcelain skin and strawberry blonde hair had gone? "Lydia!"

There was an ear piercing scream that sent both Scott and Alex to their knees, holding their ears in shock and pain. That voice. That scream. It was Lydia.

When the scream had finished, Alex looked to Scott before they both stood up, and ran back into the school, Stiles right behind them.

"Lydia!" Alex opened up the classroom door just for it to be slammed on her. She skidded back in shock, her high heels making her unbalanced. She looked through the small window on the door to see Scott growling at Ms. Blake.

Alex knew it. She knew there was something off about her.

The blonde glanced down at her black heels and kicked them off, and slammed her body into the door, easily opening it. Ms. Blake turned to her in shock but quickly got out of her stupor, closing the door on Stiles, locking him out in the hall. That was good. That meant he was safe.

Alex growled angrily as she saw the injured Noah Stilinski. This time, she didn't hold back her claws, canines or flashing eyes. She let it all out on display because she was too clouded by anger and rage to care if Scott saw her or not.

She ran at Ms. Blake who is now known as the Darach and swiped at her, but was easily thrown back. And as soon as she stood up, both her and Noah was gone. She let her human side come out and replace her hybrid side. She turned to Scott, her eyes wide.

"Oh, no."