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angry men don't write the rules, and guns don't right the wrongs

“This isn’t up for debate, Della.” Patrick Brighton stands tall at the head of the room, staring down the witches with a wave of his hand. His wife, Frida, sits on his right, and his daughter Bridget on his left, and while he respects Della and the work she’s done for the coven over the years, this is a line he doesn’t intend to cross. “We’re not joining Tamara Monroe.”

“Well. Playing favorites again, are we?” Della crosses her arms in front of her chest as she stares up at the stage. “You’ll let Eliza come in here and bring that beast —”

“Name calling is beneath you, Del. But then again, maybe it’s the company you’re keeping.”

“Eliza,” Patrick gives her a look. “Not helping.” Eliza holds up her hands in return. “And I haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to give Isaac the opportunity to speak.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re taking the side of monsters.” Della glares at Isaac, and Isaac steps behind Eliza, almost as though she might be able to intercept the glare. He then holds up a hand.

“I’m being called a lot of names and I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“And you shouldn’t be allowed to say anything at all! You’re not one of us!”

“No, but I’m trying to help you.” Isaac’s spine straightens as he takes a step closer. “Those hunters that you want to team up with? They’re not doing it to help you. They’re doing it because you’re powerful and they want to control you.” He holds up his hands again. “Tamara Monroe doesn’t want to ally with you to save you. She’s not looking out for your best interest. She’s just making a note of who to kill last.”

Della looks furious. A gasp of silence rolls through the room, but Isaac isn’t one to sugarcoat things, and beating around the bush hasn’t really caused things to sink in. Before she can try to get the upper hand, Isaac interjects again.

“The hunters are here. They tried to kill me this morning for walking down the street. They will come after your coven and your families, and there is no time to debate this anymore. You need to keep your people safe.”

Patrick looks over at Frida, concern in his features. Della looks like she’s going to argue her case, but before she gets too far, someone stands in the back of the room, and there’s the sound of a gun slide being pulled back. Everyone turns, and a man stands in the middle of the crowd, and he has a gun pointed at Isaac.

“What are you doing?” Patrick demands, stepping forward. “Put that down!”

“I don’t have to listen to you, witch.” The man has a wild look in his eyes. Isaac can see another man looking horrified in a way that’s more personal. The hunter had a partner. “If I had a say in any of this, I’d take every one of you abominations down. But right now, I’m just here for him.”

He turns and fires. The bullet shoots through the air, and Isaac quickly steps in front of Elijah, taking two bullets to the chest. Neither of them were kill shots, but they hurt, and the werewolf stumbles backwards into the witch behind him.

“Oh, I forgot how much that hurts,” Isaac grumbles.

“There’s no wolfsbane in these bullets, but I’m sure a headshot will do the trick.” The hunter prepares to shoot again, but the metal begins to heat in his hand, burning his skin and the hunter hisses before dropping it to the ground.

Patrick is on the stage, hand on the staff that marks him the leader of the coven. “That is enough.”

That should have been the end of things. It wasn’t. Instead, the hunter pulls out another gun, extending his hand and shooting Patrick Brighton at center mass. His body jerks three times as the bullets collide and the room erupts into screams, none more than the women at the front of the room. The witches begin to run, trying to find the nearest door to escape the carnage. Another shot sounds, and Frida Brighton follows her husband, landing on the stage in front of them.

Bridget Brighton doesn’t hesitate, however. There’s a reason she’s been designated her father’s heir, and she acts quickly. She takes the staff, letting it settle into her hand before slamming the end of the staff down into the ground, chanting as she does. A shockwave echoes out through the center of the room, blowing down the walls of the building down and sending people flying.

The other hunter in the room had tried to come to his compatriot’s aid. Instead, he gets sent flying, a jagged piece of wood slicing through his chest from behind. The hunter who shot her father gets knocked to the ground, but he comes to his feet again, staring her down.

“Kill me if you want. But there’s more of us here. We’ll take our pound of flesh either way.”

“So you want to play a game, then?” There’s a dangerous edge to her voice.

“Bridget,” Eliza’s voice is calm, but there’s an undercut of fear to it. Bridget is a good girl, but she’s also a grieving one. “Bridget, we’re better than this.”

“Maybe we are. But that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to defend ourselves.” The wind picks up around her and she draws her hands out in front of her. She chanted another incantation, before drawing her hands together. The world flickers, and Eliza’s eyes widen.

“What did you do?”

“I trapped them in here with us.”

The hunter’s eyes widen. “You can’t do that.”

“Oh, I can do whatever I want. You’re the one who started this.”

“We’ll find a way out. We’ll stop the spell, even if we have to kill you.”

Bridget smirks. “You’ll have to catch me first.” And with that, she disappears from sight.

The hunter tries to leave but Isaac is there before he can get far. The werewolf clotheslines him down to the ground, before shoving a hand into his chest, claws first. The man cries out in pain, before looking up at him, eyes still filled with that wild energy.

“You’re one of Scott McCall’s wolves. You won’t kill me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Isaac twists, feeling the blood start to leak through the wounds. “But you forgot two things. One, Scott’s not here right now, and you shot me. Twice.”

The hunter snarls as Eliza comes up over Isaac’s shoulder.

“And what’s the second?”

“It’s not the head of my coven you just killed.”

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Yeah. That's around when she started recruiting.

[But that's not the point.]

Well, Isaac Lahey possibly killed his own father. He got turned by Derek Hale, and Hales have a questionable history to begin with. Peter Hale went on a murder spree before Isaac was turned.

Which speaking of Peter, Scott was turned by him, then possibly killed by him. They claim he's a True Alpha but that could be wishful werewolf thinking. All I know is that Scott walked out of Beacon Hills alive and not much else that went up against him did.

Look, I'm not putting Isaac on blast, because we're not like that. But, he was exonerated from his murder and there was something else killing people at the same time.

( He's running on how many deaths there were in Beacon Hills that year. He knows he doesn't have proof it isn't Isaac, but. )

I don't know about Scott being a True Alpha, but everything that's said about Scott, it's positive. It's deep down, but it's good. He helps homeless werewolves, he doesn't kill everyone who sets foot inside Beacon Hills. But, the world is a dangerous place. Is that all they talk about? Because, it sounds like they're serving your genocide up with a side of indoctrination.

It's Beacon Hills. There was always something else killing people. But sure, it his father, with giant claw marks drawn up his chest, probably wasn't killed by his impulsive, newly turned teenage werewolf son.

[That's just how the dots line up.]

Look. I've been in this game my whole life. Some hunters? Way more into this than others. But up until this point? Everything with Monroe had seemed on the level. At least until recently. Then the cases started getting a little weird, and my suddenly my brother's getting sent on secret missions in a witch town that's never given anyone any trouble.

I didn't think much of it at the time because sometimes Monroe recruits witches, but ... this is a whole different story.

( Okay. He hasn't gotten the story. But, he knows it was more complicated than that. )

Monroe recruits witches?

( What witches? Not Bridget, he'd assume. )

You hunted before Monroe recruited you?

Yeah. My family's been hunting for decades.

[Maybe not with the pedigree of the Winchesters or the Argents, but long enough that they've made a name for themselves.]

And yeah. Witches can give you an edge, sometimes, if you find the right ones to work with. Usually it's a matter of teaming up against a common, more problematic enemy.

And you're hunting witches. Witches, who, for the most part this weekend were planning to celebrate a peaceful holiday.

( Just so he can really get this straight. )

No, I don't.

[And now he's starting to get angry, which is good. Not at William, necessarily, but at the organization he's found himself trapped in. At the way his reputation and his integrity is being called into his question because his father signed on with the wrong person and took the whole family with him.]

I hunt witches that make people's brains leak out their ears for fun or revenge. I hunt witches who convince their entire book club to sell their souls to a demon so they can get a power boost like a friggin' multilevel marketing campaign. A community like this? I would have left alone. But I wasn't the one making the calls.

[But before he can go further on that, something in the rubble shifts above their heads.]

Did you hear that?

It sounds like that what you used to do.

( Because he - does. He does hear that.

"Keep moving the bigger--" Mickey muffles, as larger chunks fall outside of the cave-in. )

Isaac?

[When the building came down, it wasn't clear if there was anyone even there. At least, not until Spike smelled blood and heard voices. He couldn't quite pin down how many - too muffled for that - but voices were enough for Mia to start going to work, pulling away some of the bigger pieces of rubble almost single handedly, not really caring about keeping her Slayer secret for the moment.

Then, one piece of rubble pulls away and she finds herself staring down into the last face she expected to see.

She's been hiding from her family for so long that seeing William's face hits her like a gut punch. He shouldn't be here. What is he doing here? A number of questions spring to her lips, and instead, all she can manage is:]

William?

( He shifts closer again, grabbing Coop's right leg, ready to test and flex it. )

Can you - move your leg. Or sit up? Try.

( He looks back as enough rubble topples revealing. )

Mia?

( He probably shouldn't hold his knee up to his chest for this long. Sorry, Cooper! He relaxes his grip and lets him stretch his leg back out. )

What're you --

[Coop's just gonna sit here glancing between the two of them like what is happening here. Mia, on the other hand, is going to dodge that question, and focus on the rescuing.]

Sit tight. We have to move a little more of the rubble around, but we'll get you out.

Who's we.

( He swears to God, if you're with Eurotrash, Mia. )

That's - my sister.

[Does Spike count as Eurotrash? She will choose not to respond to that question and just disappear from view, but the boys will be able to hear footsteps above them and the scrape of pieces of wall being moved around.]

I'm going to guess you didn't know she was here?

I was here to find her. Kind of. I was on her trail.

( Like Sherlocke Holmes? He looks back at him. )

Come on, we need to get you up. ( He grabs his hand again. ) Hold tight.

[Coop nods as he reaches out to take William's hand, slowly letting himself be pulled upwards. His head feels a little steadier now, so by the time he's into a righted position, the two of them get treated to the image of tiny, svelte Mia lifting a piece of rock almost twice her size up over her head and tossing it carelessly to the side.]

... She works out?

[It's a dumb question, but he doesn't think being like "is your sister a vampire?" is the road to take right now.]

( It's a moment, a very attractive guy is nose to nose to another very attractive guy and then between them, comedy. )

Not like that. Mi?

I'll explain later.

[She goes and looks both of them over.]

Are either of you hurt?

[Coop shakes his head. "Lightly concussed, but otherwise fine."]

Dusty. And, formerly trapped.

( He also remembers that they are face to face. If they were on a train and it came to a stop suddenly, they'd kiss. Alright. He pulls back, gets to his feet and carefully helps Cooper up behind him. )

[Mia nods and then reaches out a hand to help guide him through. The way to the top isn't the most steady so she reaches for her brother first.]

Take it slow, okay? I don't know how steady this is.

I'm just going to lunge, make sure we both fall and actually get hurt.

( He takes it easy, Mia. Now, please help not his boyfriend. And now he sees - Mickey and -- )

Who... are you two?

( "Not off with your sister, mate." Not really.

As for Mickey: "Bachelor par -" And then he sees Cooper being carefully brought through. Formerly trapped as William put it. But, he doesn't react. )

[Bachelor party? That's your cover story? Coop raises an eyebrow in return but he'll roll with it and not say anything until Mia introduces them.]

This is Spike. He's a friend.

[And then she points to Mickey.]

That's Garrett. We bumped into him on the way.

["Garrett." Coop nods. "There were two more in here with us."]

Friend, Mia. Is he why you --

( "Hey. They're trustworthy." Mickey says to - you know, no one. To William. Not to Cooper.

He sighs. )

There were. On the other side. They're probably stuck like us. We should dig them out. ( That's glared at his sister. ) Spike, are you as strong as my sister?

( "Do you have a problem?" )

[Mia grabs William by the arm, much stronger than she used to be, before starting to pull him to the side, out of ear shot of the rest of the group, save Spike.]

You guys get started. We'll be right back. I need to talk to my brother for a moment.

[That last part is said through gritted teeth, because priorities, William!!! But fine, we'll do this now.]

Owww. What - really, you're surprised we need a brother-sister pow-wow? What the hell, Mia? If you didn't want to marry J.J., you could've just not married J.J. We're Queen's.

( They can do what they want! To an extent. Also through gritted teeth in hushed tones as the three men get at the rubble behind them. )

I didn't disappear because I didn't want to marry J.J.!

[Though, she doesn't. She loves J.J., but not like that.]

I disappeared because I became a Slayer and I wanted to keep you guys out of the blast zone, but clearly that didn't work.

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