𝟑𝟖, 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

✯☾✯

𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 times she'd been forcefully ripped from her sleep by Stiles Stilinski's calls. That agonising ring tone he'd set on her phone that consisted of purely his screams.

But, still, even after those horrific noises awoke her, she was polite, spoke with her kind voice and was on her way to aid in whatever way she could.

Stiles and Scott were deep in conversation with the sheriff, Noah Stilinski and Melissa McCall outside Beacon Hill's Memorial. The werewolf recounting the events of the past hour, entailing the kidnapping of two doctors as evidence to back up the pack's slowly accumulating 'Sacrifice Theory', all the while Stiles added bit by bit, hurrying his father along with the information.

"There she is. L, come on!" Stiles shouted over when he noticed the pixie weaving through the congregations of police and hospital staff.

His voice alerted her and her shoulders lifted, eyes sparkling. She lifted her hand to wave and as she did so, her converse hit a rather large rock and she stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees.

"Oh, Lizzie..." Stiles threw his hands up disappointingly, muttering to himself.

"How is that girl not in bits by now?" Noah asked, shaking his head.

"She's indestructible." Scott snorted, watching Lizzie pick herself up from the floor and hurry over to them.

"Sorry, i'm late." Lizzie greeted the quartet, latching onto Stiles' arm as she steadied herself.

"What happened?"

"Two doctors were kidnapped." Scott frowned as he glanced down at the girl and explained

"So, whose car is this?" Noah gestures to the remains of an inexplicable crash that occurred between two vehicles beside him.

"Dr. Hilyard, the on-call doctor. The ER attending is the one that never made it back in." Melissa spoke solemnly, resting her hands on her hips.

Stilinski sighed at the woman, frown lines upon his brow multiplying by the second, "Let me focus on getting your story, all right?"

The man glanced quickly at the teens, "Guys, give us a second."

The trinity quickly obeyed the Sheriff's, shuffling away from the pairing to give them the space to discuss the situation and attempt to figure out what had gone, which was going to be hard seeing as the Sheriff had no idea of the supernatural reasoning behind these reoccurring disappearances.

"These are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott asked when they were out of earshot, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Yeah, it's the one Deaton mentioned," Stoles confirmed, his finger moving animatedly before him as he talked, "Healers."

It was as if realisation had grabbed the two boys by the throat and squeezed out an unwanted conclusion.

Stiles' finger paused, pointing directly at Lizzie, Scott's brown eyes widening dramatically.

"What?" Lizzie questioned, her expression quizzical and screwed up.

"Shit." Stiles cursed under his breath, locking eyes momentarily with Scott.

"What? What is it?" Lizzie asked again, bouncing on her toes and anxious anticipation.

"Lizzie...healers. Healers are the sacrifice." Scott repeated, watching for the unlikely recognition in Lizzie's iris'.

"Pick up the pace, Tiny." Stiles exclaimed when Lizzie's face muscles remained stationary.

A few seconds passed before reaching an understanding.

"Oh! Me! I'm a healer!" Lizzie jumped into the air, only to be pushed firmly into standstill by her two best friends, a hand on each shoulder.

"Okay, number one, not a good thing and number two, keep jumping and you're gonna injure that ankle even more." Stiles scolded the pixie. He gazed around the parking lot, his eyes landing on his father's concerned face.

"Hey, can you hear that?" Stiles asked Scott and the wolf nodded, tuning in his ears on the phone call Noah Stilinski was having.

A few seconds passed that consisted of Scott absorbing the information before he turned back to Stiles and Lizzie, his expression startled.

"They found a body."

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For the next few days, Lizzie was banned from sleeping at her house. With the threat of these sacrifices being in the sky, not one member of the pack was risking anything with the pixie.

She'd stayed at Isaac's, at Stiles' with Scott close by and most recently at Lydia's, who was more than happy to welcome her round.

Lizzie scuffed her faded converse along the concrete as she stood with two others in front of an industrial looking building. Derek's loft.

As metal grinded against itself, the joints pained a screech and the large door slid open. Isaac tugged on Lizzie's smaller hand, pulling her in between him and Boyd and into the large open space that Derek called home.

"Go back to school."

They were met with a gruff, broody order from the corner of the loft.

"Well, actually, we can't. Boyd, Lizzie and I are incredibly and unbelievably sick," Isaac sassily shot back at Derek, twirling Lizzie around by his side as they trudged deeper into the loft.

On the stained window that took up the entire back wall, Lizzie noticed a black symbol similar to the one carved onto the door of the Hale house. The Alpha pack's symbol, their warning.

"With what?" Derek scoffed from the metallic, spiral staircase, his legs tucked into his body as he sat on one of the steps, "Brain damage?"

"Well, i have a migraine," Isaac gestures to himself, "Boyd, here has uh explosive diarrhea and Lizzie...Lizzie insisted she wanted to come."

Isaac squeezed his girlfriend's side affectionately. Lizzie shook her head unhappily.

"No, tell Der my sickness, please. "

Isaac winced, brushing Lizzie's mousy hair from her pale shoulder, "You tell him, baby, i can't pronounce it."

Lizzie gladly complied, "Glitterosis!" The pixie held her arms up, "I vomit glitter!"

"We're here to protect you." Boyd briefly explained before Lizzie could roll off on a tangent about her newly invented disease.

"You're here to protect me?" Derek questioned incredulously, descending the stairs to join the trio at their level, "Well, i'm in trouble, then..."

"Actually, Boyd came up with a plan." Isaac clarified before Derek could reprimanded or ridicule the teens further.

Boyd shrugged the red gym bag that was hanging loosely from his broad shoulder and placed on the wooden panelling on the floor, leaning down to unzip it.

"Yeah, i thought about the time Gerard had me and Erica locked up, tied up with electrical wires pushing currents through us. I was wondering how we could do something like that...but on a bigger scale."

The boy finished speaking, hoisting a coil of thick wire from his bag.

Lizzie listened intently, observing Body with the uttermost devoted admiration as he flitted around the loft, explains his plan.

He migrated through a rather messily carved out hole in the wall, turning the handle of the faucet that connected to an indoor garden hose and letting the water flow out of it onto the floor.

"In a pool of electrified water, it can take up to fifty milliamps to kill a normal human.. less than the power it takes to run on a light bulb."

Lizzie had sat herself on Derek's desk, swinging her legs as the boys stood closer to Boyd's set up.

Derek glanced down at the pool of water forming, "That's... comforting."

"If we disable the circuit interrupted in the building's electrical room," Boyd continued, a small smile breaking through as he concluded his scheme, "...the current keeps coming and anyone who steps foot in here? They'll get a pretty shocking surprise."

Lizzie hummed quietly at Boyd's pun, gazing up and inspecting the tall, tall ceiling.

The loft resembled something of a warehouse, unstable, brittle pillars scattered around the expanse. The only homely features of this mechanised, terminated factory was a black leather couch and the sturdy table Lizzie was seated on.

"Especially someone who's barefoot." Isaac finally finished for Boyd and in doing so, confined Derek's part in the plan.

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"No, Mimi isn't an ordinary cat," Lizzie exclaimed, her hands gesturing wildly as she painted a picture.

The group had fallen into the tedious task of waiting, anxiety flowing high as they braced themselves for the Alpha pack.

Isaac leaned back against the brick wall, his eyes twinkling in amusement while Boyd sat cross legged on the floor, easterly hanging onto Lizzie's every word.

"She has a really bushy trail that she uses as a cape and she runs at the speed of light."

Isaac chuckled, his love for Lizzie evident in the way he gazed at her in adoration, "I can't believe this is what we're talking about," he teased, his smile softening the edges of his words.

Boyd grinned, nudging Isaac playfully. "Shh, don't ruin it. I want to know about the super-cat."

As Lizzie continued her animated explanation about how her cat had super powers, she noticed Derek string in the corner, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl etched on his withered face.

"Derek, you look like you need to be cheered up." Lizzie declared, undeterred by his grumpiness. "Damn it, i should've brought Mimi with me."

Derek gruntled in response, but Lizzie took it as a sign to continue. With each, agonising, passing minute, his grimace softened ever so slightly and by the end of her depiction, he found himself chuckling despite his best efforts to maintain a hard demeanour.

Isaac wrapped an arm around the pixie's shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "You have a gift, Lizzie," he murmured, his voice full of hilarity.

Boyd nodded, giving Lizzie a soft punch in the arm, "Yeah, i really gotta meet this cat of yours. Tomorrow?"

Lizzie giggled, wrapping her arms around Boyd's toned middle, "She's gonna love you."

"Isn't the light on that supposed to be on?" Isaac interrupted, pointing towards a faded silver control box mounted against the brick.

"Yeah." Derek replied.

"Well, what does it mean if it's not?"

Derek swallowed a knowing gulp, "Someone cut the auxiliary power."

Lizzie, Boyd and Isaac pushed themselves up from the ground in preparation.

"What about the main—" Boyd began to enquire before the loft was trapped in darkness.

"Shit, i can't get it back on." Lizzie gasped, trying to harness her power to bring light to the room once again.

The four were lifted on edge, Derek stepping out softly through the lake of shallow water.

"Derek..." Isaac warned, knowing the electricity in the same orbit as the water could shock the alpha into a state of death at any given moment.

"What do we do now?"

Through the gloom, vibrant red emitted from Derek's orbs and his muscles tensed, "We fight."

The sound of the loft door opens bing cracked against the air, the rusted metal that was the first line of protection shifting to reveal the arrival of the female alpha, Kali.

Her serrated claws were brandished and her fangs jutted out from her gums. She stalked through the shadows, her presence suffused with an aura of palpable trepidation.

"Gonna be honest, Derek... when Ennis died, I thought to myself, I'd just go for it— find you and kill you, wherever you stood."

The woman flicked her crimson gaze to Derek's protectors positioned close behind him.

"Then, I tempered how you surround yourself with these teenagers, hiding behind them, and I thought, 'What's a girl gotta do to get you alone?'"

On command, the twins, Ethan and Aiden, appeared where Kali once stood, a woman in their clutches. A woman who must have meant something to Derek.

"Miss Blake?" Lizzie spoke into the tense atmosphere, taking in her English teachers dishevelled state.

The sweetness and purity of the voice caught Kali's attention, her instinct to prey on the innocent carrying out it's natural course.

Kali drunk the sight of the small girl in hungrily; her heart patterned jeans, her pearly lace sweater, her soft looking hair dotted with a plethora of clips, her glossed pink lips.

She was so different to the rest of the McCall pack she'd come into contact with.

So...vulnerable....

"I don't believe we've met," The woman put on a sickly tone directed towards Lizzie.

All it took was those five worlds for Derek to shift his body into Kali's line of sight and Boyd and Isaac to each grab a hold of the pixie.

Lizzie blinked fearfully, the sudden attention releasing a small shiver that travelled through her body.

Kali took note of the effect she had and shook off her fascination quickly, "What do you say, Derek? You think you can beat me one-on-one?"

Derek's glare hardened and he tilted his head, signalling for the teens to move out the way and left him and Kali fight themselves.

This seemed to satisfy Kali which only angered Derek more. That, the fact she'd made a pass at Lizzie and was holding Jenifer Blake hostage was enough to erupt the volcano of ferocity within him.

"I'm gonna rip your throat out...with my teeth." He growled, leaping into the air, claws outstretched ready to shred Kali limb from limb.

Kali responded in a similar fashion, leaning into her agression.

The two fought one and one mercilessly, tyrannical, blood thirsty. Each had their own crushing vendetta, their own need to rip each other apart.

Water splashed around them as they swiped at each other, desperate to plunge their claws into skin.

The fight was so animalistic, so brutal. But, it was yet to have any admittances of defeat.

Admits the chaos, a climax surfaced, a text came through on Isaac's phone, alerting him to move quickly. He was fast on his feet, hurtling towards Miss Blake and forcing her to safety just as Stiles managed to turn the power back on.

The loft was illuminated in a bright white light and the water became radioactive with unruly electricity.

It shot in painful bursts through the bodies of those touching the water. Derek, Kali and Boyd.

Lizzie had been shunted into the corner of the loft, her back pressed against the wall and resting on her tip toes as she tried her very best to avoid the water.

Whilst the shocks wreaked both Boyd and Derek, they only empowered Kali who was left standing.

"Take him!" She growled at Ethan and Aiden who deemed it safe to kick through the water and roughly grab ahold of Boyd and Derek.

Lizzie was paralysed by her own revolting terror. Her body had betrayed her conscience. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps and her heart pounded so deafeningly she was certain it would burst from her chest.

Kali had observed the Pixie's state, once again transfixed by her. It was her innocence that both fascinated and infuriated her. She couldn't help wondering what it would take to bring a shadow to Lizzie's sweet eyes, to introduce a gang of darkness into her unblemished soul.

Kali saw the way Derek protected her, the way Boyd and Isaac did. Her interest in corruption rooted purely from the strategic benefit of destroying Derek.

So, whilst Ethan and Aiden gripped onto the boys, she stalked over to the frozen Lizzie and smiled a smile devoid of warmth before taking her hand and yanking her into the water with the rest of them.

Isaac's heart dropped at the sight, his role of ensuring Miss Blake's safety starting to become unimportant.

Derek dripped anger and sweat as one of the twins wrenched his claws heaven forward, brandishing them in the dimly lit loft.

The other pushed a weakened, fading Boyd into the and with a swift movement, released the boy onto the awaiting knives.

Lizzie choked gutturally as she felt Kali's hand clamped around her jaw, compelling her to look at the bloody scene and the bloody scene only.

Boyd let out an aggrieved groan as Derek's claws sunk through his flesh and broke down the dams holding back the rivers of gushing blood.

It was inhumanly cruel how the Alpha pack did it, discarding a writhing, Boyd gurgling on his own blood.

Kali released Lizzie, allowing her to slump forward, her gaze unable to escape from Boyd's cold eyes.

"I'm giving you until the next full moon, Derek. Make the smart choice," Kali spoke harshly as she and the twins moved away, the shadows of evil close behind, "Or next time i'm killing all of you."

The woman passed a pale Jennifer Blake and a seething Isaac Lahey with nothing more than a scoff and then they were gone.

Lizzie heaved desperately, the logical part of her mind drowned out by the rising tide of panic at the sight of Boyd cradled carefully in Derek's arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them, the terror would dissipate and she could save her friend.

She was the only one who could. She was his only hope.

And yet, her fear fed off her vulnerability. What kind of person was she to be so paralysed, so helpless in the face of her own friends?

Derek's despairing cries and calls for her gnawed at her soul and Lizzie bagne to fight to steady her breathing, to regain some semblance of control.

"No..." She whispered to herself, her body unlocking her ability to wade through the shallow water.

She kneeled by Boyd's side, carefully meeting Derek's hopeful eyes. She was here now. She would save him.

Lizzie's expression moulded into determination. Boyd's breaths were infrequent and his body was tired. A deep gash on his side bled profusely, a grim testament to a fight that had not even involved him.

"It's okay, Boyd. Okay..." Lizzie's voice cracked. She brushed the skin of his wet forehead, her fingers leaving streaks of blood on his skin.

The girl closed her eyes. She'd done this before. Boyd was going to live, and she was there to make sure of it. Summoning every ounce of her power, she placed her hands over the wind and let the energy within her flow to him.

The warmth of Boyd's blood seeped into her palms but did nothing to mask the gorgeous purple glow that spread over his body.

Lizzie could feel resistance and she used her light to fight against impending death. She pushed harder, pouring her love and admiration into the healing process.

As the light intensified, the wound on Boyd's side began to close, the torn flesh knitting itself back together. His breathing grew steadier, the colour slowly returning to his icy skin.

Lizzie's energy waned, the effort of healing wracking through her and picking her apart but she held on, refusing to let up.

"Lizzie?" Boyd murmured, his voice weak but alive.

Salty tears stained Lizzie's face as she smiled down at him, "You're safe now, Boyd. Safe."

Exhausted, the pixie collapsed beside Boyd into the now awaiting arms of Isaac, her body drained but her heart glued back together. She'd saved him.

Derek squeezed Lizzie's hand in a brief token of gratitude before he tended to his pack member.

"Oh, baby..." Isaac cooed softly, stroking Lizzie's rosy cheeks and kissing the path of her tears. He held her close to him, his chest cracking with pride and relief.

Boyd was okay. He was alive.

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heyy thank you for reading. sorry i was on a very long break haha. i've had exams 😢.

so this is a bit dramatic but boyd isn't dead yayyy. hopefully you guys can tell from this how hard lizzie loves and how much it controls her.

i know it will probs be frustrating some of the stuff she does in here but she's a very sensitive girl and she relies heavily on her emotions.

this isn't proof read i'm so sorry! hope you enjoyed 😘!!