CHAPTER NUMBER SEVEN:
season number four episode the benefactor!

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        SCOTT WAITED EXPECTANTLY FOR HER TO CONTINUE. "There's something I've been needing to tell you." She whispered, looking down at her trembling hands. Fear was clogged in her throat as she searched for the words to explain with.

Scott could smell her overwhelming anxiety, and wrapped his fingers around hers. Sending her a soft smile, he nodded for her to continue. "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Looking down, Ophelia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "That day I came up to you in the library was totally out of character for me. If it was any other time I would have never spoke to you — or even show up at the lacrosse game and visited Liam in the hospital. Before a couple weeks ago, I could have never asked my parents to come to this party. But someone's changing me. For the better. Someone that led me to you, and helps me find the courage to tell you the truth about this." She licked her lips, watching as Scott's mouth twitched in confusion. "It's her, Scott. She's that someone." Ophelia never said a name, but somehow he knew — he just knew it was the person he knew that would persevere kindness even after death. "Allison."

Her name sent chills straight down his spine, and his heart skipped a small beat. With eyes wide and full of wonder, he questioned. "Allison's here. Right now?"

Ophelia turned her head around to see Allison standing behind her, sending her a sad smile in return. "Yes. And she's the one that told me something's wrong. Scott, something bad is about to happen. She told me that I had to find you and warn you." Ophelia looked down at her and Scott's intertwined hands. "Because even though she isn't here physically — she's always watching you and your friends, protecting you all."

Scott opened his mouth to say something, but was cut short when Liam suddenly burst out of the chains and took off running — shocking him and Ophelia. "Liam!" She shouted, picking herself off the ground to stare at the wall in horror.

"Stay here, Ophelia." Scott demanded. "He's gonna be alright, I promise." He said, before taking off after him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Ophelia watched with her mouth agape, unsure of what to do.

"Lydia!" Allison told her, coming up behind her. "Find Lydia." Ophelia looked at her unsure, wondering if that would be best. She was worried about Liam — she needed to know he would be okay. But by the persistence of Allison, she knew seeking out Lydia was important. "Upstairs."

Ophelia rushed past bodies everywhere, pushing people out of her way as she raced to find Lydia in the span of fifteen minutes. Her blonde hair raced behind her. Allison was already waiting for her at the end of the hall, pointing to a closed door. "Here." She shouted over the booming music, and Ophelia burst through the door to see the familiar strawberry blonde kneeling on the white carpet, with a deep purple wine stain next to her hands. She gasped and rushed inside — bending down next to her. "Lydia, Lydia can you hear me?" Ophelia yelled, gently shaking her shoulders. Though it seemed as if she had went into a catatonic state. Ophelia cupped her cheeks, rubbing circles on them. "Come on Lydia, it's me — Ophelia." Biting her lip, Lydia still remained unresponsive to her shouting.

"My name, Ophelia. Tell her my name." Spoke Allison on the other side of Lydia, who was certain he ghostly fingertips could be felt with her banshee senses. "Say it."

"Allison!" Ophelia repeated, still cupping Lydia's cheeks. "The answer — it's Allison." She didn't know what she was saying, it just slipped past her lips before she could catch it. But it seemed to catch her attention and snap her out of the dream like daze. Ophelia felt sudden relief.

"The password is Allison."

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           THE NEXT DAY FELT OFF FOR OPHELIA. After her scene with Lydia, Ophelia felt it was best to just leave. She had school in the morning, and her mother wanted her home no later than twelve. As much as she wanted to stay and make sure Liam made it out alive, she clung onto hope. But as she climbed out her mothers car and stared at Beacon Hills High School — she dreaded having to face Scott after she admitted to seeing Allison. All her confidence had washed away during the night.

Her blue eyes lit up though, when she saw Liam talking with his friend Mason. She grinned and gripped her backpack as she made her way towards him. She could see his friend nudge his shoulder and point towards her. Liam patted the dark skinned friends shoulder, before making his way towards her.

"I'm sorry for leaving without seeing you. Things just got really chaotic and I had to head home." Ophelia apologized, biting her bottom lip. "But I'm glad to see you're doing good. I was worried about you."

Blushing, Liam ran his fingers through his hair. "It's all good. I didn't want you to see me like that anyway." He admitted.

"See you like what?"

"Like a monster." He focused on his shoes kicking the dirt on the ground. Ophelia frowned, using her thumb to pick up his head. Liam furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're not a monster, Liam. You're a sweet boy that doesn't deserve none of this." Ophelia sighed, but a small smile found it's way onto her lips. "But as crazy as it sounds, I'm glad I went to the hospital that night. Because if I hadn't, I would've never met you. And without you, I could have never made it in this crazy, supernatural world."

Liam looked up at her through his thick lashes. "You really mean that, Ophelia?"

"More than anything." Ophelia promised. Linking their arms together, she looked down at him. "Now come on, I'll walk you to class and you can tell me all about your crazy life before Beacon Hills."

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OPHELIA THOUGHT HER DAY WAS GOING TO END UP NORMAL. But when a questionable, pale Stiles came bursting through her class and demanding her teacher allow her to step out for the day — she just knew her life was going to become more and more hectic as the weeks went on.

"If my mother hears about this, I'm dead." She ranted as Stiles pushed her into the library, where Lydia, Scott, Malia, Derek, and Liam were all waiting for her. "What is this? An intervention like Liam had? Because if it's gonna end like last time I'm not here for this." Ophelia said while crossing her arms.

Scott's gaze lingered on the blonde longer than she wanted it to, and it made her feel self conscious. "Lydia told us about what happened last night. And there's something we think you should see." He muttered, pushing a sheet of paper into her arm. Looking up at him confused, Ophelia's eyes scanned the paper. She saw names that were familiar — like Jordan Parrish and Scott McCall, with a number written beside it. But what was alarming was her name, written boldly at the top of the list with a large number to match. She swallowed, as her heart beat anxiously in her chest.

OPHELIA COOPER — 65.