spittinghalefire:

Alone, I fight these animals.
Alone, until I get home.

A few people in Beacon Hills ask now and again: 

                                                                                    What happened to Artemis Hale? 

And there’s only one clear answer to that question:

                                                                                         She’s gone. 



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                                                         ”not really. I’m just jealous.

You saw my pain, washed out in the rain
Broken glass, saw the blood run from my veins
But you saw no fault no cracks in my heart
And you knelt beside my hope torn apart

”You can’t let them tear it down!”

Everyone who had walked in the door behind Scott was staring, it seemed they had walked into a small family battlefield. Artemis looked livid, Cora and Peter calm in collected and Derek wearing an annoyed expression as he all but had to pry the youngest Hale of his arm. “I don’t have a choice, the county owns it now, remember?”

“You didn’t even fight for it? That was our home, Derek!” Artemis’ voice raised a notch, voice cracking as it seemed she was actually fighting back the urge to cry. Though the furious look on her face seemed to hide this fact.

”Was,” Derek emphasized, his face looking even more annoyed than Scott could imagine him to me. “It’s not anymore. Now, go do your homework or something and forget about the house.”

Artemis yanked back with a huff and turned on her heel towards the unclaimed couch. She glanced at the others with angry, pain-filled eyes before pretending to read a book that didn’t keep her attention very long.

It’s funny really and then in some ways, not even remotely close to it. They were all gathered in the loft: the Hales, Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Lydia. And yet somehow it was Scott alone that noted Artie’s departure. The young human taking her books and walking right out the door without anyone commenting or ordering her back. When the meeting was over, he expected someone to say something, especially considering the nasty looking storm that had been brewing all day. Maybe it was just him that felt uneasy about letting Artie wander off alone this time.

Whether it was instinct, some strange tug on his emotions, or something else, he left Stiles to take Lydia home and started after the Hale. He had a suspicion he knew exactly where she was going and he had a feeling she wouldn’t be happy to see him, especially not there. But he was the only one that remembered she’d gone. He was the only one that knew to look for her scent, the only one that could get to her in time.

In time for what, not even he knew. He just had a feeling. One that was a little too foreboding for his own personal comfort.

The storm that had been playing around the edge of the town was getting closer, thunder louder than an airplane engine rumbling above him. The sky was almost completely dark with thunderheads, wind tugging at the trees and forcing them into some obscene, macabre dance.

The decaying Hale house came into view just as the rain started to pour and he paused, catching the scents in the air and the sights around him before he approached. Artemis was sitting on the steps, cradling her head in her hands, completely apathetic to the fact that the sky had ripped open above her and was pouring down.

She had her processor off, he observed that as he came closer. She couldn’t even hear the storm, or his footsteps. It didn’t mean she didn’t notice when he attempted to step onto the porch without alerting her. She didn’t even give him a warning, taking her book bag and swinging it upward so that it hit him in the side. It didn’t really hurt that much, maybe because she was human and he was a werewolf or maybe simply because there wasn’t many things in the bag. Or because it wasn’t even supposed to hurt him, only distract him long enough for Artemis to push him violently backwards, giving her the time to fix her processor back in.

”You ruined everything!” she screamed at him, throwing the nearest moveable object at him; Scott thought it might have been the back of a chair once, “You took everything and you ruined it!”

”Artie, stop it!” he demanded, dodging to the side of her shots as she continued to throw things at him, the wind outside howling and all but drowning out her accusations and curses at him. If he didn’t know better, he was say that the storm itself mirrored the girl and her emotions and actions. “No! I won’t. I won’t stop until I’ve ripped your heart out and made you pay for taking everything from me.”

She kept on like that, arguing and attacking him while Scott keeping a safe distance away from her until she jumped at him and he managed to get a grip on her wrists, trying to be heard over the storm and her own crazed ranting, “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry your dad chose me, for whatever ridiculous reason. I would take it all back if I could, but I can’t. Now stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself before you ever hurt me and you know it.”

Artemis tried to pull away from him, yanking and struggling, but Scott didn’t let go and to his mild surprise, when she did give up, she didn’t glare at him or continue ranting. Instead, she started crying, her knees crumbling under her. Scott followed her, crouching in front of her as he released his grip on her wrists.

“I wanted to come home for so long,” she was sobbing, “And now, there’s nothing here. This isn’t home. This isn’t my family. It’s all gone and I don’t know how to cope with that.” Scott hesitated as she cried and expressed deepest pain with him of all people. A second or two passed and he reached forward, and when she didn’t flinch back, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. “Shh, that’s alright.”

“It will get easier, don’t you think?” he attempted to say something soothing as she leaned into him, her sobs drowned out by the storm. “New families are not always bad. And I’m here—if you know—you want to talk or hang out or…I don’t know, be a family? I’ve never had a sister and Derek is always saying we’re brothers now, so you’re his family, why can’t you be mine too?”

The storm was awfully loud, to the point that Scott had barely noticed that Artie’s sobs had turned into strange hiccups and she was lifting her head, peering at him with watery eyes as a weak smile stretched across her face. “You realize none of that made much sense at all?”

A laugh escaped him and he shrugged his shoulders. “I was going for an attempt to comfort and not get killed, didn’t care much about making sense,” he pointed out teasingly. The young Hale responded to that with a wider smile, her eyes lighting up. “I wouldn’t make it that easy on you,” Artie responded.

Scott glanced at her and she burst into unbridled laughter and he followed suit, the two of them succumbing to a laughing fit. They ignored the storm, their past, everything, all that mattered was the complete hilarity of the past few moments and somehow that made everything that had happened a little bit better. When there had been silence for a few minutes, Scott gave the young girl another look. “So, should we start heading back or should we wait until the storm has passed?”

Artemis opened her mouth to give him an answer, but it was mother nature herself that answered for the girl. At first Scott wasn’t sure what was happening, it sounded like someone was taking the two ends of the house and was tearing it apart at the seams. There was a loud ripping sound above them and in the span of a few seconds the entire world seemed to collapse around them.

Scott didn’t think he could admit to losing consciousness in the mess that followed, but he could confirm that he was dazed for several minutes, lost somewhere in the back of his mind, somewhere in his childhood memories. It took him a few more minutes to realize what tugged him back into painful reality. He looked around, head turning in each direction he could manage to gather some understanding of what had happened.

”Sc—Scott.” The werewolf lifted himself into a sitting position, shaking off the years of dust and dirt in the house that had collected on him. The air was filled with it and he blinked a few times to clear his eyes of it. ”Scott!” The voice was weak, but frantic sounding. Artie! Suddenly his brain started working full-force again and he started sifting through the chaos to find where the Hale had gone. He wasn’t entirely sure why it felt like he had to cross the world to get to her, finding that at some point he was forced to crawl.

Hopeful as he was, it had never occurred to Scott that there would ever be a time happiness would flash across Artemis’ eyes to see him standing—or in this case crouching—near her. “What happened?” she asked him, ignoring the concerned gaze he gave her as he glanced over her. Scott approached slowly, settling near her. “The roof collapsed, I think a tree hit it or something,” he explained, though he had some strange feeling she actually knew the answer to her own question. She just wanted to distract him.

He didn’t blame her for trying, but it was much too late to keep him from panicking, if that’s what she was trying to do.

”There’s a crawl space over there,” Scott began, “I could get out, go get help. I won’t be more than half an hour.” He actually started sliding towards the opening he was speaking of but Artie reached out and grabbed him, clutching to the only part of him she could reach and even that caused a pained look to stretch across her face. “Please don’t go…don’t leave me here.” There was a slight whimper in her voice, a fear he had never heard from her before.

“Artie…” He wanted to convince her to let him get help. Scott wanted to remind her of what she already knew, the reason for the timed nature of their situation. He neededto get help. “Please,” she repeated, “I know, I’ve been impaled, I’m quite aware. Trust me.” She forced a smile to her face, “But they won’t be able to do anything in the storm and I’m—I’m scared. I’ve got my phone, you can try that but please…please don’t leave me alone.”

Scott let his chin fall to his chest with a heavy sigh but he relented all the same. Mostly because she was right, even if he did go and get someone, with the storm as bad as it was, they would likely only do more harm.

He moved back over to Artie, first finding her phone in the pocket she directed him too. Artemis was reaching for his hand, seeking it for comfort. Scott didn’t argue, he let her hold it, it gave him a chance to do what he knew she would otherwise never ask of him. He did what he could to take her pain away; it was a lot more than she was letting on, a white-hot searing pain radiating out from her side. “You know, I wanted my home to stay with me forever, but this is not what I meant,” she commented, in some small attempt at a joke. Scott managed a smile and Artie responded with an encouraging squeeze of the werewolf’s hand. “Hey, no long faces okay? Promise?”

He brushed a gentle hand through her hair, moving the strands away from the head wound she’d suffered to get a better look at it. It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, that was a relief. The large piece of debris sticking out of her abdomen was unnerving enough, the last thing they needed was her to be losing blood from a head wound.

It was silent for a long moment, the storm deafened by the wooden dam that had been formed around them and the two unsure what to say. Never in a million years could either of them picture something like this happening. Scott was trying to get a signal, to get his message to send. Meanwhile, Artie hummed softly to herself, keeping her thoughts on anything other than the moments at present, except her mind kept straying back.

”I don’t hate you,” she finally said, breaking the long silence. Scott looked away from the phone, a look of surprise crossing his face as she continued. “Not really, I’m just…jealous. If you knew how many years I spent begging my dad to have them turn me…but I mean who knows…maybe if I had been a werewolf then, I wouldn’t have escaped, I would be dead. Nothing but ash, just like the rest of the family. Funny how I’ve come here, of all places, to meet my end.”

A gentle smile flickered across the other’s face and he gave Artie’s hand a squeeze. “I know Artie, but you’re not dying here, not today. I’m not going to let you, you hear me?”

She looked at him and gave a weak little shake of her head. “Don’t make me die just out of spite, McCall.” It was a light-hearted tease, nothing more and Scott knew that, which was why he didn’t reply. Instead he pulled the conversation to happier places, to favourite foods and activities, to most embarrassing family event. It kept the young Hale occupied, her mind elsewhere, her pain lessened now and again as much as Scott could manage without hurting himself. Just passing the time until his call for help went through, until three werewolves, a very concerned best friend and his Sheriff father, were able to pull them out.

When Artemis wakes up, the first thing she noticed was the flowers sitting by her bed. They weren’t the ridiculous multi-coloured ones that they sold in a gift shop, they may have been bought at a florist or picked personally, she would never know. Nor did it matter, only that they were her favourite.

”I take it this means we’re friends now?” Artemis asked the half-conscious form sitting in the chair by the bed.

Scott sat up, a yawn stretching his jaw before he was able to answer, with a smile already pulled across his lips. “Well we can start at acquaintances, if that makes you feel better?”

She laughed, settling her head against the pillow as exhaustion set in again as sometimes happened after surgery. “No, I’ve never had a friend, I think I’d like to change that,” she murmured, half the sentence distorted by a yawn of her own. Scott understood what she said though and a smile brightened his features.

”Doesn’t mean I won’t try to kill you in your sleep,” the sleepy voice added, eliciting a laugh from Scott before she succumbed to sleep once more.

Scott gave the sleeping form a smile and shook his head, “You’re going to be just fine, Artie. Human or not.”



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You’ve gone too farWho do you think you are
Is this what you came forWell this means war



“Hurry up! Get her in there before she wakes up!”
Artemis opened the vault door quickly, moving out of the way to let the Twins come through with a medium-sized body dropping between them. “Already? I thought there were two?” she questioned them. And she could’ve sworn that the female Beta was blonde. The teenager sniffed the air, the scent coming off their captive rather familiar in some ways but somehow she couldn’t quite place it.
Curious as always, Artie followed the two all the way into the vault. This plan to capture Derek’s Betas had been in place for at least a month now. They’d chosen this place, examined each and every one of the Betas, now they only had to interrupt the current events to entice them to leave their Alpha and then into the trap they would fall. Of course, Artie had been told they were waiting for the opportune moment and Artie had been following each of the Betas around for a couple days and this girl wasn’t one of them.
Ethan cast a glance over his shoulder and the Beta thought he looked a bit worried. The look confused her at first and she just kept following until they laid the unconscious werewolf on the tiles.
“Get out of here, Artie,” Aiden demanded.
“Aw, come on tell me who it is,” she encouraged.
There was a strange excitement to her tone. When the Alphas changed their plans something interesting was going on, she wanted to know what. The Twins straightened up, leaving room so that Artemis could see the identity of the captive.
Recognition hit her like a brick to the stomach and suddenly the familiarity of the scent made a lot of sense. “Cora? Why do you have…Cora?”
As if the sound of her voice or her name was the snap she needed to bring her out of her daze, Cora began to stir. Something, some part of Artemis felt compelled to go to her cousin, to comfort her, to apologise for what the Alphas were doing. The girl was lifting her head, groggily trying to take in her surroundings.
Artemis darted forward and was met by Aiden who pushed her violently to the other side of the room. The Twins straightened to their full heights as Artie picked herself up and her wolf reared its hand, her teeth showing as she growled at them. “I told you to get out,” Aiden repeated but in response Artie just stepped forward, attacking them and trying to get past.
At some point she thought she heard Cora call her name but she was too busy trying to make sure Ethan didn’t shred through her face. The fight didn’t last all that long, and if it had continued, she was sure the two would have won. But her emotions weren’t allowing her to think clearly, to see someone from her family alive again. Someone other than Derek and her father who had so blatantly abandoned her. She couldn’t let her get hurt.
Abruptly, Artemis felt herself being yanked back, claws digging viciously into the back of her neck as the individual tossed her back against the outside wall and then pinned her there with a loud roar. The Beta cowered, her wolf metaphorically running off with its tail between its legs as she stared up at Ennis with fearful blue eyes. She was lucky it was Ennis and not Kali. Or worse, Deucalion.
“Stay!” Ennis growled lowly.
“But I need—“
He pressed his nails into her neck harder and she whimpered. “I said stay.”
The Alpha finally released her and the Beta sank to the floor, burying her head into her knees. There were some things that could be said about Artemis being adopted by the Alphas and made their Beta. But it still sometimes came down to the fact that Artie was still just a kid, a scared kid who had the power to destroy almost any human in her path, but a kid nevertheless.
Eventually, the Alphas cleared out to have a meeting or something, she didn’t know and she didn’t care. All Artie knew was that she found herself completely alone staring at her cousin from the other side of the door. Hesitantly the girl stood up, approaching the vault entrance. She would’ve gone inside, run to Cora’s side and talked to her, had a red-tipped white cane not popped her on the nose.
“No.”
That was all the voice said. Smooth and completely even and calm. Artemis flinched back, touching the affected area as she turned to face her aggressor. Deucalion stared straight at her, almost as if he was looking right through before turning and walking away.
Just a simple, no. That was all he had to leave her with because the unspoken note at the end of the “order” was just a simple and honest that it didn’t even need to be spoken. You might disobey them, but you would never disobey me.

Days passed. Artemis was kept as far away from Cora Hale as the Alphas could possibly keep her. They sent her on errands, they banished her home, did everything they had to do to keep her away from her cousin for as long as they had to. Whatever they did or said only took seven days because on the eighth day, Deucalion told Artemis that she was free to talk to Cora if she liked.
Of course she instantly jumped to take that offer.
When the vault door opened, Cora didn’t even turn her head. It was like it was nothing to her at this point, there was no hope of escape. There was nothing. The Beta went in alone, and approached Cora cautiously, dropping to a crouch in front of her.
“Artie?” The Hale blinked at her, waiting, sniffing at the strange werewolf scent all over Artemis.
“Hey Cor,” Artie greeted, her smile sad and painful.
“How did you—?”
“Get out?”
Cora nodded her head.
“I ran,” Artemis admitted with a strange forlorn sound to her tone. Sometimes she regretted it, leaving her family to die. But most days she didn’t. “What about you?”
The older Hale wasn’t interested in sharing her own story though, she diverted the question with another more pressing one. “You were bitten? By them?” Cora made a motion with her chin towards the door.
There was a weak smile across the young girl’s face, remembering how Deucalion and Kali had legally adopted her and spent over a year acclimating her to their lifestyle before ever changing her. They were her family. “Yeah, I’ve been with them since…well for a while now.”
Something about that made Cora’s face fall and at first Artie didn’t really understand. She should have, she realized later that it should have made perfect sense. The Alphas were an enemy and her she was taking part in their schemes.
“You know they’re going after Derek right? That’s why I’m here.”
Artemis swallowed, a lump forming in her throat as she nodded. Well, she knew the first part at least, the second part was probably common sense. Cora looked horrified. “And you’re helping them?” she asked incredulously, some part of her hoping it wasn’t like she thought.
“Yes, of course I’m helping them, they’re my pack.” The Beta sounded confused. Why shouldn’t she help the Alphas? After Derek had abandoned her, he didn’t even come looking for any of his family, he’d just disappeared and now he was back and turning children like it was nothing.
Cora suddenly sat up, narrowing her eyes at her. “And what about your family? Are you just going to help them destroy what’s left?”
It slowly dawned on Artie what was wrong and realized the two different wavelengths that she and her cousin were on. “No, no, I just want—I want—Yes, I am. But they deserve it, Cora. Derek’s turning children, putting them in danger, it’s like he doesn’t even care and my dad—the ashes made a monster out of him.”
That was the only way to explain what she’d heard about her father. What the whispers told the Alphas and what they told to her. Artemis shook her head quickly before Cora could say anything new. “But I’m not going to let them hurt you, you’ll be fine, I’ll ask Deucalion if you could stay. It can be like old times…We’re family you and I, we’ve got to stick together.”
There was hope, useless hope, and a dream that wasn’t even possible. Maybe Deucalion would agree to let Cora go, but it was doubtful but even then Cora wasn’t buying any of this. There was anger in her eyes and she growled at Artemis. “We are not family.”
Cora’s words bit deep and Artie didn’t know how to respond for a couple moments and when she did respond all she could come up with was a shaky “What?”
“We. Are. Not. Family. I saw you, I saw your eyes, they’re blue Artie, you’ve killed people! Innocent people, people they probably told you to kill right?”
Hurt and fear was flashing across Artemis’ features and it was taking all her power to keep from letting her eyes well up with tears. “N-No.”
“You’re the monster, Artie.”
Cora pushed her away and Artie felt herself stumble backwards and she didn’t stop. The young Beta kept scrabbling backwards away from Cora, back to the door as Cora glared at her, roaring behind the closing door. “You’re a monster, just like your dad!”
It was probably anger, that caused the words to escape her, probably just small bits of anger released by discovering that your older sister had been alive only to be killed by your favourite uncle. It was probably fear caused by knowing that your younger cousin was out to kill the last of your remaining family, with you in tow. Whatever it was, Cora meant it, if only at the time or always, it didn’t matter.
Because Artemis believed her and she let something inside her begin to die. That last shred of desire to spare Derek and the other Hales was gone. It was dead.
The Hales had to die.
All of them.

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You’ve gone too far
Who do you think you are

Is this what you came for
Well this means war

“Hurry up! Get her in there before she wakes up!”

Artemis opened the vault door quickly, moving out of the way to let the Twins come through with a medium-sized body dropping between them. “Already? I thought there were two?” she questioned them. And she could’ve sworn that the female Beta was blonde. The teenager sniffed the air, the scent coming off their captive rather familiar in some ways but somehow she couldn’t quite place it.

Curious as always, Artie followed the two all the way into the vault. This plan to capture Derek’s Betas had been in place for at least a month now. They’d chosen this place, examined each and every one of the Betas, now they only had to interrupt the current events to entice them to leave their Alpha and then into the trap they would fall. Of course, Artie had been told they were waiting for the opportune moment and Artie had been following each of the Betas around for a couple days and this girl wasn’t one of them.

Ethan cast a glance over his shoulder and the Beta thought he looked a bit worried. The look confused her at first and she just kept following until they laid the unconscious werewolf on the tiles.

“Get out of here, Artie,” Aiden demanded.

“Aw, come on tell me who it is,” she encouraged.

There was a strange excitement to her tone. When the Alphas changed their plans something interesting was going on, she wanted to know what. The Twins straightened up, leaving room so that Artemis could see the identity of the captive.

Recognition hit her like a brick to the stomach and suddenly the familiarity of the scent made a lot of sense. “Cora? Why do you have…Cora?”

As if the sound of her voice or her name was the snap she needed to bring her out of her daze, Cora began to stir. Something, some part of Artemis felt compelled to go to her cousin, to comfort her, to apologise for what the Alphas were doing. The girl was lifting her head, groggily trying to take in her surroundings.

Artemis darted forward and was met by Aiden who pushed her violently to the other side of the room. The Twins straightened to their full heights as Artie picked herself up and her wolf reared its hand, her teeth showing as she growled at them. “I told you to get out,” Aiden repeated but in response Artie just stepped forward, attacking them and trying to get past.

At some point she thought she heard Cora call her name but she was too busy trying to make sure Ethan didn’t shred through her face. The fight didn’t last all that long, and if it had continued, she was sure the two would have won. But her emotions weren’t allowing her to think clearly, to see someone from her family alive again. Someone other than Derek and her father who had so blatantly abandoned her. She couldn’t let her get hurt.

Abruptly, Artemis felt herself being yanked back, claws digging viciously into the back of her neck as the individual tossed her back against the outside wall and then pinned her there with a loud roar. The Beta cowered, her wolf metaphorically running off with its tail between its legs as she stared up at Ennis with fearful blue eyes. She was lucky it was Ennis and not Kali. Or worse, Deucalion.

“Stay!” Ennis growled lowly.

“But I need—“

He pressed his nails into her neck harder and she whimpered. “I said stay.”

The Alpha finally released her and the Beta sank to the floor, burying her head into her knees. There were some things that could be said about Artemis being adopted by the Alphas and made their Beta. But it still sometimes came down to the fact that Artie was still just a kid, a scared kid who had the power to destroy almost any human in her path, but a kid nevertheless.

Eventually, the Alphas cleared out to have a meeting or something, she didn’t know and she didn’t care. All Artie knew was that she found herself completely alone staring at her cousin from the other side of the door. Hesitantly the girl stood up, approaching the vault entrance. She would’ve gone inside, run to Cora’s side and talked to her, had a red-tipped white cane not popped her on the nose.

“No.”

That was all the voice said. Smooth and completely even and calm. Artemis flinched back, touching the affected area as she turned to face her aggressor. Deucalion stared straight at her, almost as if he was looking right through before turning and walking away.

Just a simple, no. That was all he had to leave her with because the unspoken note at the end of the “order” was just a simple and honest that it didn’t even need to be spoken. You might disobey them, but you would never disobey me.



Days passed. Artemis was kept as far away from Cora Hale as the Alphas could possibly keep her. They sent her on errands, they banished her home, did everything they had to do to keep her away from her cousin for as long as they had to. Whatever they did or said only took seven days because on the eighth day, Deucalion told Artemis that she was free to talk to Cora if she liked.

Of course she instantly jumped to take that offer.

When the vault door opened, Cora didn’t even turn her head. It was like it was nothing to her at this point, there was no hope of escape. There was nothing. The Beta went in alone, and approached Cora cautiously, dropping to a crouch in front of her.

“Artie?” The Hale blinked at her, waiting, sniffing at the strange werewolf scent all over Artemis.

“Hey Cor,” Artie greeted, her smile sad and painful.

“How did you—?”

“Get out?”

Cora nodded her head.

“I ran,” Artemis admitted with a strange forlorn sound to her tone. Sometimes she regretted it, leaving her family to die. But most days she didn’t. “What about you?”

The older Hale wasn’t interested in sharing her own story though, she diverted the question with another more pressing one. “You were bitten? By them?” Cora made a motion with her chin towards the door.

There was a weak smile across the young girl’s face, remembering how Deucalion and Kali had legally adopted her and spent over a year acclimating her to their lifestyle before ever changing her. They were her family. “Yeah, I’ve been with them since…well for a while now.”

Something about that made Cora’s face fall and at first Artie didn’t really understand. She should have, she realized later that it should have made perfect sense. The Alphas were an enemy and her she was taking part in their schemes.

“You know they’re going after Derek right? That’s why I’m here.”

Artemis swallowed, a lump forming in her throat as she nodded. Well, she knew the first part at least, the second part was probably common sense. Cora looked horrified. “And you’re helping them?” she asked incredulously, some part of her hoping it wasn’t like she thought.

“Yes, of course I’m helping them, they’re my pack.” The Beta sounded confused. Why shouldn’t she help the Alphas? After Derek had abandoned her, he didn’t even come looking for any of his family, he’d just disappeared and now he was back and turning children like it was nothing.

Cora suddenly sat up, narrowing her eyes at her. “And what about your family? Are you just going to help them destroy what’s left?”

It slowly dawned on Artie what was wrong and realized the two different wavelengths that she and her cousin were on. “No, no, I just want—I want—Yes, I am. But they deserve it, Cora. Derek’s turning children, putting them in danger, it’s like he doesn’t even care and my dad—the ashes made a monster out of him.”

That was the only way to explain what she’d heard about her father. What the whispers told the Alphas and what they told to her. Artemis shook her head quickly before Cora could say anything new. “But I’m not going to let them hurt you, you’ll be fine, I’ll ask Deucalion if you could stay. It can be like old times…We’re family you and I, we’ve got to stick together.”

There was hope, useless hope, and a dream that wasn’t even possible. Maybe Deucalion would agree to let Cora go, but it was doubtful but even then Cora wasn’t buying any of this. There was anger in her eyes and she growled at Artemis. “We are not family.”

Cora’s words bit deep and Artie didn’t know how to respond for a couple moments and when she did respond all she could come up with was a shaky “What?”

“We. Are. Not. Family. I saw you, I saw your eyes, they’re blue Artie, you’ve killed people! Innocent people, people they probably told you to kill right?”

Hurt and fear was flashing across Artemis’ features and it was taking all her power to keep from letting her eyes well up with tears. “N-No.”

“You’re the monster, Artie.”

Cora pushed her away and Artie felt herself stumble backwards and she didn’t stop. The young Beta kept scrabbling backwards away from Cora, back to the door as Cora glared at her, roaring behind the closing door. “You’re a monster, just like your dad!”

It was probably anger, that caused the words to escape her, probably just small bits of anger released by discovering that your older sister had been alive only to be killed by your favourite uncle. It was probably fear caused by knowing that your younger cousin was out to kill the last of your remaining family, with you in tow. Whatever it was, Cora meant it, if only at the time or always, it didn’t matter.

Because Artemis believed her and she let something inside her begin to die. That last shred of desire to spare Derek and the other Hales was gone. It was dead.

The Hales had to die.

All of them.



Come away little light
Come away to the darkness
In the shade of the night
we’ll come looking for you ¬ Come Away to the Water {x

Teen Wolf AU: In which Deucalion turns and claims Peter’s daughter and refuses to let her go. 




Graphic Edit for Zazu

Graphic Edit for Zazu



There’s no record of an Artemis Hale ever being born, not even in Derek’s memories. There’s no pictures, nothing.

She doesn’t exist. 

She was never real. 



What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall?

spittinghalefire:

justbarelyhuman:

Set in Dog Days Are Over Verse:

Ever since the kidnapping, Artemis had been fighting the Alphas, trying her best to keep from letting them win. But they were right in the end, it didn’t hurt so much being a Beta and she had family, she had a pack. She had the one thing her family would never give her. But that didn’t mean she didn’t start to miss the pack now and again, Derek and her father and Cora. All of them. That didn’t mean she’d stopped caring. It didn’t mean that when the Alphas captured her father, she didn’t want to do something.

They had kept it a secret from her, for obvious reasons, they knew better than to expect her to participate in attacking her own dad. He’d been in the makeshift cell for at least a week now. They couldn’t use the Bank, not again, but this worked all the same.

Artemis stumbled across it one day by accident, she was looking for something to do while everyone was out. The Full Moon was coming up, and it was going to be her second or maybe her third, it was going to be festive at the very least. Then she’d heard the jangling, the noises made when someone was trying desperately to get out of something. She approached the door hesitantly, opening it just a tad.

Inhaling sharply, Artemis threw the door open the rest of the way, startling the older werewolf. They shared glances with each other, a long moment which Artie broke first. Something about the sudden realization of Kali’s stink in her blood made her ashamed to even look at her dad. Approaching the battery, sitting on the floor, Artemis did what she had to do to turn it off, cutting the flow of electricity to her Peter’s chains.

With that she stepped closer to him, ignoring his watchful eyes as she reached up and started undoing the chains. “You need to get out of here, don’t stick around to fight, don’t do anything but make your way out the back door, do you understand?” she whispered hurriedly.

“Last I checked you were the child,” Peter quipped.

Artie cast him a glance that was a mix of hurt and rage, her own ice blues glowing back at him. “Get out, now!” she repeated. She needed him gone before the Alphas came back, if she was lucky, she might be able to come up with a reason for how he escaped on his own.

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Break Down Response

firstofthepacklahey:

He had done so well, in front of Blake and Derek and Cora and all of them and it’s only after the loft is dry and everyone is out doing different things that Isaac sits down on his bed and breaks. Artemis wonders if he realizes she’s here, she’s been watching him, from the far end, sitting on the stairs where her father sat at times.

She watched everything, watched everyone move like they were robots. Cora had sobbed endlessly the night before. Derek had cried as many tears as he himself could manage but Isaac, Isaac had stayed stiff and strong for his Alpha.

Her scent must have been weak because it didn’t seem to matter that she was there watching him, either that or he couldn’t hold it back anymore, because the Beta had all but curled up into a fetal position as he sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow. Every moment or two, Artie heard him mutter something about losing everyone he loved.

Artemis wasn’t sure when she decided to come down from the stairs, or why she had taken so long. Probably because she was afraid. Not of Isaac, but of his reaction. First of all, she wasn’t a wolf, she wasn’t part of his pack, how could she ever understand and even more so, she was Peter’s daughter, that alone was an issue that they couldn’t ever quite get over.

Laying her hand on Isaac’s back, she felt the werewolf’s muscles stiffen underneath the touch, his sobs choking for a small moment, that was all the reaction there was. Artie didn’t know what to say to him, she knew there wasn’t anything she could say. She’d heard the same phrases thrown out before and they never helped anything. So instead she laid down beside him, curling her arms under his and pulling him back against her, embracing him and leaning her head into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, because that’s all she could say and it was never going to be enough.



Rookie Make’s Things [Part II]

Courtesy Call & Dog Days Are Over Verse



Rookie Make’s Things [Part I]

Main & Coming Home Verse



Done it a million times, still can’t resist:

spittinghalefire:

All Artemis can hear is silence and it’s not because she’d left her processor on the bed like last time. The processor was pointless now, the bite had fixed her, she could hear. And with the implant gone, it was like the world of sound had been opened up to her again.

But complete silence is all she heard, like she’d walked into a bubble of static and was trapped. Kali was examining her nails, sharpening them and wiping blood away and Deucalion was hovering behind her.

The silence was snapped by the Alphas smooth voice speaking ever so quietly into her ear. His hand was on her shoulder providing false comfort as he held his claws threateningly over her skin. “I keep my word, Artemis. You’re free to go.”

Artie didn’t respond. She stared at the body in front of her, the body of a woman she wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t hate. Lydia Martin didn’t even look scared. She’d faced down death for a little girl who wanted nothing to with her.

“No—why? I didn’t want you to, I was fine, Everything was fine.” Tears were tracking their way down her face, burning into the fresh cuts on her face where Kali had backhanded her for trying to stop them. “I was fine.”

But she had been far from fine. She’d been taken and kidnapped and turned against her will, all to be another pawn in some stupid game. Artie didn’t think she needed saving though, after all, what else had there been for her? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Or at least so she’d thought up until Lydia had waltzed into the woods with a proposition for Deucalion.

“Take me instead, let her go. You can do anything. Keep my hostage, kill me, whatever you want. Just let Artie go and leave her out of this.”

Deucalion had considered it for a long moment before nodding his head. He’d raised his cane, finding the sharp tip and thinking about how best to go about everything, recalibrating his plan. Artie had screamed, begged him to decline and Kali had backhanded her into silence.

“Lyds, please.” Fingers wrapped into Lydia’s jacket, burying her face against the woman’s silent heart. The tears kept pouring, mixing with blood. “Please don’t be dead, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have run away, I promised not to go out in the woods again.” Artemis clenched her eyes shut tight, trying to forget that night. “But you’d killed him and I was so afraid, I was scared and hurt and I just wanted my dad, but you were there and I should’ve listened and I forgive you.”

Lifting her head, the girl looked at Lydia’s face, her eyes giving off a golden glow as she shook the body. “I forgive you, Lyds, I forgive you, please just come back.” Her voice was cracking now, tears impairing her vision and the woods giving her nothing but eerie silence as she stopped shaking Lydia and leaned her forehead against her’s. “Don’t leave me, you’re the only person I have left. Don’t go.”

There was only silence because just like before, Artemis Hale was completely and utterly alone.

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#this hurt #on numerous levels #just wait until I finish my fic



Aloha `oe, aloha `oe
E ke onaona noho i ka lipo
One fond embrace,
A ho`i a`e au
Until we meet again ¬ {x}



spittinghalefire:

{(You’re the) Devil in Disguise: my character discovers something terrible about yours.}

There was a strange fearful look in the girl’s eyes, one that she couldn’t quite get to go away, even after Lydia had tended to the stab wounds, even after she was safe at home again. 

The fear came from the fact that it was likely it was true. How could she know? No one had been very open with her about what happened before she showed up. All the teenager had were whispers, she’d used them to put together pieces. Derek made a new pack, Scott was her dad’s Beta and a jerk, they recently fought a psycho old man and his lizard, which she didn’t really believe for a second. There were large gaps though, people refusing to give her the full story. 

But even then, of anything they could be covering up, this is not what she would have expected. Artie didn’t want to ask, but it was going to bother her if she didn’t, drive her insane. 

Peter watched his daughter with the same calm look he gave everything, even though inside he was seething about the Hunter’s attack on her. There was worry inside him, wondering why Artie looked scared still. “Penguin…what is it?”

The young girl realized she’d been staring in her father’s direction, knees pulled up to her chest and her heart racing as she thought about all the things the Hunter had told her about her father and what he’d supposedly done. Artie blinked and suddenly the words were pouring out of her mouth. “He said you killed people, that you killed Laura.”

They didn’t have to go over who “he” was. Peter felt his heart seize and kept watching his daughter as she stood up and stepped closer to him, waiting for his answer. He tried to keep calm, but an intense paranoia had begun to bubble in his stomach. “Penguin…”

"Please…"she interrupted with a harsh whisper, "Don’t lie to me. Everyone lies to me, and I am so tired of being lied to."

Peter actually felt afraid, just for that second. He felt adrenaline rush through him, sweat beading around his forehead, his tongue felt dry and he swallowed in some attempt to bring moisture back to his mouth. He, in no way, wanted to tell his daughter the truth, he couldn’t. 

Six years had passed and Artie had been broken down and rebuilt into a stronger version of herself, but she still held that awe and love and trust in her father that she’d had when she was a little girl. She treated him like the man she remembered him as, not even Derek could treat him as before. Artie’s love saved him. It felt warm and nice and made him feel like he belonged; made him feel like he wasn’t a monster. 

But the brokenhearted look in his little girl’s ice blue eyes felt like a knife to his shattered soul. The choking sound she made as she practically begged him to tell her the truth, made it even more heartbreaking. Artie would never forgive him if he lied to her. Peter realized that after all she had been through, the least she deserved was the truth. 

"Yes. I lured Laura here and killed her. I needed to be an Alpha, to get revenge, to pay back the monsters who killed our family, who killed my sister, who hurt you," Peter licked his lips and sighed, "There’s no justifying it. I wanted revenge and it was the only way to have it. That doesn’t make it right." 

He waited in silence after his confession, waited for Artie to scream and run away from him, to claim eternal hatred for him or even try to kill him. To just respond in the most negative way possible. What happened wasn’t what he expected at all.

Artemis threw her arms around his waist and clung to him, burying her face into his chest. He could hear her sniffling, evidence that she was crying, but he didn’t say anything, he was frozen, the young girl speaking in a shaky voice. “It’s okay…I forgive you.” 

Were there tears streaming down his face? Peter didn’t know, he didn’t check, instead he wrapped his arms his little girl and pulled her closer. There was a sharp pang in his heart, almost attempting to remind him that he didn’t deserve forgiveness least of all from the daughter he had left alone for all these years. Not when he knew how far gone he was at times, how easily he could snap. How easily he could turn and attack his remaining family without care; attack his little girl and his nephew. 

He was so afraid of losing himself again.

"I’m sorry, Artemis, I’m so sorry." 

"It’s okay, dad. Everything’s alright now," she told him and he gave a little chuckle as he brushed the tears out of her eyes.

Because everything wasn’t going to be alright and he wasn’t going to be able to ensure his daughter’s safety, not forever. 

But he could definitely try. 



Star light, star bright…

…the brightest fires burn at night. 

"Lay down and sleep." 

Artemis peeked her head out from under the blankets and pouted, signing to her father. “Tell me a story.” 

Peter looked irritated and signed back a rather rough and adamant "No."

It was the look in her eyes that had him, bright blue eyes pleading.  Sighing, the wolf sat back down on the bed and started the story, signing and speaking both. 

Wriggling out from under the blankets, Artie made her way over and curled up into her father’s lap. She didn’t really pay attention to the story as she couldn’t read his lips from this position, and his signs were inverted. But she leaned against his chest and was soothed to sleep by the vibrations as he spoke. Even though he knew this was his daughter’s intention, Peter kept speaking, though he did stop signing as it was unnecessary, but he finished the story any way, before sitting up and tucking her back in.

"I love you, Artie," he whispered, a pang in his chest as he remembered yet again that she couldn’t hear him say those words and probably never would. Walking towards the door, he cast his glance back at his daughter and smiled sadly as he turned off the light, “Sweet dreams penguin." 



spittinghalefire:

Left Alone to Cry: Part 1/?

An Artemis/Lydia Fic

                             Artemis found she couldn’t move, she couldn’t scream,

                     she couldn’t make a sound. She could only watch in silent terror.

Artemis can’t explain it. It’s just one of those feelings. The kind of feelings that twins get and parents and sometimes even children, the kind of feelings you get when you’re close to someone and you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are in trouble.

She thought she’d imagined it. She’d thought it had been a nightmare. She’d quickly forgotten about it because she’d been attacked right after. She’d thought it was her own survival instinct warning her that she was in danger, not her father.

No. It had been her instincts alright. But it had been a coincidence that never should have been covered up. Because as the weeks went on, as the girl endured being stabbed and kidnapped, with no father to look to for help; she felt a new feeling.

The same feeling you get when you know the person you love is gone.

It’s the feeling that had never been there before. The non-existent feeling that told her she needed to get back to Beacon Hills because Peter Hale was not dead. That her father was probably looking for her or worse, thought her to be dead like the rest.

It was the feeling that kept growing in her heart more and more everyday as Peter didn’t return home. As no one said one thing about the fact that he’d left her for dead with a group of Hunters. As no one mentioned him or said anything about him leaving. As Lydia promised that she was never going to leave, that she would always be there.

As if Peter Hale was gone forever and Lydia Martin knew the truth.

“Penguin…”

Artie sat up in the bed, blinking sleep away. The ghostly voice sounded again, calling her the nickname reserved for Peter Hale and Lydia Martin alone. One of them had been missing for weeks, the other was at home sleeping in her own bed.

Poking her feet out from under the blanket and onto the floor, the young girl stood up. She took her steps carefully, following the voice. It didn’t seem to want her to go too far, it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. In the kitchen Artie found absolutely nothing and no one, but she caught movement in the corner of her eye and spun around.

A figure clad in a familiar jacket stood at the door, back turned to her. Artemis stepped forward, strangely hesitant but the figure opened the door and bolted out of the apartment. The teenager didn’t throw on shoes or a coat or anything before hurrying after him, not even checking if she closed the door in her wake.

The figure led her at a quick pace, Artie practically sprinting to keep up with the figure’s stride. At some point, she wasn’t sure when, she found herself inside the Loft. Artemis found it odd, it was almost like she blinked and she was there. But that wasn’t possible. Gasping for breath, she cast a quick glance around the building. No one seemed to be home, she didn’t see anyone in their beds or standing in the open and no one had come to the door when she’d entered. In fact, nobody was waiting for her, not even the ghostly figure that had led her there.

A beat skipped in Artie’s heart and she felt like she was going to cry with frustration. Instead, she made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat and turned to leave. ”Penguin…” The figure appeared right in front of her; her father, his face smiling under the glow of the half-moon. Something felt off, Artemis could sense it. Peter Hale’s eyes were too alive; a vision of the father she remembered, not the shell they’d pulled from the ashes of their home.

“Daddy?” she whispered. Artie wasn’t sure why she kept her voice down, but she felt like she shouldn’t talk any louder. “You’re back? Where were you?” The shaking of her entire body was evident even in her voice as it cracked with fear. Fear of losing the one person in her family that still mattered.

Peter didn’t answer, inclining his head to the side as if he couldn’t quite hear her before putting his finger to his lips and smiling almost wickedly. Behind her, the loft door rolled open. Artie turned to see but something grabbed her, knocking her backwards and under the table. Hidden by the chair and the tablecloth that Derek had bought, Artemis watched what was happening with an inquisitive gaze.

“Lyds?” she muttered to herself when the new arrival stepped into her view. What was she doing here? Lydia didn’t like the pack and she never came to the loft. If she needed to interact with anyone in the pack, she had them meet somewhere else. On neutral territory, or even better, her territory. Artie almost crawled out of her hiding place to greet her but something made it impossible for her to move, it felt like someone was restraining her.

The strawberry blonde had stepped through the door, purpose in her steps as she rolled it back into place. Peter was coming down the stairs, that playful smirk still on his face. Something about it sent shivers down Artie’s spine. The two exchanged pleasantries and small talk, almost as if they were partaking in a dance with each other in the entryway. Words moved to actions, the two staring to kiss each other. Artie couldn’t help but make a face. As she did so, she noticed Lydia’s free hand moving elsewhere; a swift, lethal movement.

Artemis caught sight of purple and she tried to scream, wanting to warn her father. She recognized the colourful dirt as wolfsbane, something deadly enough to take down her entire family and Lydia had brought it into their home. It made the little girl angry but that anger transformed quickly into terror as Lydia shoved the wolfsbane down Peter’s throat, forcing him to swallow it. She couldn’t scream, she was too shocked; too scared. Artie hadn’t noticed that she was clutching her knees to her chest, trying to look away from the spectacle.

Except, Artie felt like she couldn’t look away, like her eyes were glued to the event unfolding in front of her. Like a television show where she was the frightened but mesmerized viewer, who could do no more than cower and complain about the main character’s foolishness and the cruelty of the other characters. Artemis found she couldn’t move, she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t make a sound. She could only watch in silent terror.

Peter Hale laid on the ground, gasping for air and Lydia gave him a reprieve before making his pain worse. Much worse. The young girl’s wide blue eyes witnessed her adoptive mother torturing her father, dragging the horror out for what seemed like forever before finally letting the werewolf die.

Tears were streaming down Artemis’ face, fear and anger burning in her heart. And just like that, it was over and Lydia was gone. Bolting out from her hiding place, Artie fell to her knees beside her father’s body. Shaking hands tried to staunch the bleeding but the blood flow was already weak, there wasn’t anything she could do.

Her hands balled up his shirt, tugging him like she’d done when she was little and she wanted him to wake up. “Daddy, please…no, you have to wake up, wake up…” The tears were falling again, some of them hitting the floor, others landing on Peter and mixing with his blood. Artie hit him once or twice before leaning her head against his chest, listening for a heartbeat. She remembered how it used to comfort her when she was afraid, the vibration of the heart in his chest. This time there was no vibration, no comfort, no laughter, nothing. “No, please…please no. Don’t leave me, don’t go.”

Clenching her eyes shut, the tears fell down her face and she refused to move, even when a hand touched her shoulder and tried to pull her off the body. It wasn’t until the young girl turned to tell the person to leave her alone that the hallucination collapsed around her.

Artemis wasn’t sure what specifically made her scream.

The knowledge that she was in the middle of the woods and not in her cousin’s loft.

The shock at seeing Deaton when she’d expected Lydia or Derek or someone much worse.

The realization at the fact that she couldn’t hear the Vet trying to comfort her because her processor was still laying on her nightstand in the apartment, where she always placed it before going to bed.

Or the fact that she was suddenly very aware of the decaying body whose grave she had collapsed into.

Artemis suspected it was the latter.