Talia Short Stories

“...a pity, it’s really quite a waste. Your talents would have been useful. C’est la vie, and all that.

Goodbye Stiles.” She makes as if to stand but Stiles grabs onto her with her right hand and gasps,

“Wait!” The witch stills and looks down at Stiles but eventually pulls upright when nothing but wet gasps

escaped her lips. Stiles didn’t need the witch to be touching her for this plan to work—she just needed

her to stay close for just long enough.

With the last of her energy, Stiles throws her left hand up and releases the magic that had built up in her

chest. The red sand flew into a perfect circle above Stiles’ body, brightened and turned into a ring of fire

that swept outwards. The sands would reach every corner of Beacon Hills and …show more content…

Shaking off the sense of foreboding she feels from the supernatural ‘after effects’ of magic, she

swiftly takes off towards where the scent of blood originates. She can hear Derek as he quickly switches

directions to follow behind her. She considers commanding him to return home to be safe but changes

her mind when that could possibly put him and her pack in danger. Instead she allows him to catch up

and continue following the scent of blood.

The trail leads the two Hales into a clearing—one Talia recognizes well as she sees the massive stump of

the once towering Nemeton tree. Seeing the tree as it is does not surprise her but what does is what is

laying on the surface of it. The still body of a young woman lays upon it. She is unmoving and the scent

of copper is overwhelming. Stepping closer, Talia takes stock of the surrounding area and deems the

there is no threat and that whoever or whatever had done the horrible act before her is gone. With that in

mind, Talia walks to the stump to take a closer look at the young woman. She is laying on her back, her

brown hair is long and tangled with leaves, sticks and dried blood which makes it appear almost black …show more content…

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CHAPTER 2: WAKING UP

Talia and Derek carried the unconscious girl through the preserve until they came out of the tree line and

landed directly in front of their home. They quickly made their way up the porch where Robert Hale was

holding the door open with a worried expression on his usually calm face.

“Deaton is coming up the drive. What happened?” He questioned as he followed Talia and Derek

through the foyer of the house and upstairs.

“We found her, covered in blood, lying on top of the Nemeton. I couldn’t sense anyone or anything else

besides her. Whatever or whoever attacked her is long gone. I thought she was dead until I got close

enough. I told Derek to call Deaton and we brought her here.” Talia responded as she led the way to the

guest room that sat just across the hall from Derek’s room.

“Talia? Robert? Derek?” A voice echoed.

“Deaton, upstairs guest room.” Talia shouted over her shoulder.

Deaton arrived upstairs and within the doorway just as Talia and Derek settled the girl on the bed. Talia,

Robert, and Derek quickly stepped back to allow Deaton the chance to examine the girl but stayed within

the room as a safety