After returning to the ranch and taking two barrels of mountain ash with them, Scott and his pack brought the two vampires, John and Karen, and headed toward Victor's mansion through the woods.
As they neared their destination, the pack emerged from the treeline and gazed at the mansion from afar.
Scott turned to Deaton. "Doc, quick, do your magic before Victor senses Karen and John and starts wondering why they've stopped here."
Deaton nodded and stepped forward, hands outstretched. The mountain ash from one of the barrels lifted into the air, swirling like black dust. His telekinesis guided it into a wide arc, forming a perfect, unbroken circle around the mansion's perimeter.
"It is done." Deaton said calmly.
Scott said. "Keep reinforcing it. If he tries to break free, don't let him."
Deaton nodded, his expression focused. "Don't worry. He's not going anywhere."
The moment the barrier was complete, Victor felt it. He wasn't afraid, he had already regained his full power. But he didn't like being trapped like an animal. He attempted to shadow-teleport through a back door, but the barrier rejected him, bouncing him back with a violent shock. Cursing, he tried to force his way through the mountain ash with brute strength, but each time the barrier weakened, Deaton reinforced it instantly.
Realizing he cannot break the barrier, Victor snarled, baring his fangs. "Fine. If they want a fight, I'll give them one."
"He's trying to break through." Deaton informed the pack. "But I won't let him."
With the barrier holding, Scott and his pack approached the mansion and stopped at the front door.
Inside, Victor gathered his remaining generals Harris, Frank, Sam, Olivia, and William. "We're under siege." Victor announced, his voice dripping with disdain. "A pack of mutts thinks they can trap me in my own home. Let's remind them why vampires ruled the night long before their kind crawled out of the dirt."
Frank was afraid, but he didn't dare show it. He kept his face blank, hiding the fear that gnawed at him from within. Olivia and Sam, on the other hand, were buzzing with anticipation, eager to prove their worth to Victor. Meanwhile, William Barrow wore a twisted, maniacal grin, already fantasizing about spilling the blood of those with glowing eyes.
Harris's gaze flickered toward the back door, his mind already calculating escape routes. He had no intention of dying tonight—not for Victor, and certainly not for anyone else.
Then Victor led them to the front entrance to meet the enemy, but the moment Victor laid eyes on Scott, something primal twisted in his gut. For the first time in his ancient, immortal life, he felt fear. Not just unease—true, instinctive fear. There was something about Scott that terrified him, something primal and incomprehensible. 'What kind of monster is this?' He thought. 'And not just him... I can feel how strong the rest of his pack is, too.'
Meanwhile, Karen and John—still paralyzed on the ground by Lydia's poison—looked at Victor with strained eyes. "S-Sir… help us…" Karen begged weakly.
Victor looked at them with disgust. "Garbage. Not only did you fail to capture a little girl, you got caught and led the enemy straight to us."
Scott turned to Chris and Victoria. "Go ahead. Absorb their powers. They're useless now."
Victoria's lips curled into a cruel smile as she knelt beside Karen. Her claws sank into the vampire's chest, as she absorbed Karen's powers, her appearance began to change, her face regaining youth until she looked like she was in her twenties again.
Allison's eyes widened in surprise. "Mom? You look... You look like you did when I was a kid. It's kind of surreal."
Stiles, standing nearby, blinked a few times before blurting. "Whoa. I did not expect you to be that beautiful when you were young."
Victoria slowly turned her head and gave him a sharp glare. "What did you just say, Stiles?"
Stiles immediately stepped back and protectively covered his crotch. "I said you're beautiful! That's all, just a compliment!"
Before he could fully recover, Malia shot him a dangerous smile. "So... you find Victoria attractive, huh?"
Stiles groaned. "Oh come on, one woman at a time, please!"
At that moment, Chris, who had just finished absorbing John's powers and regained his youth, walked over to Stiles and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Stiles." He said in a calm, serious voice. "Just when I was starting to be okay with you dating my daughter… now you've got your eyes on my wife? I think we need to have another long conversation."
Stiles raised both hands in surrender. "I was just praising her! Damn it, I really need to learn when to shut my mouth…"
The entire pack burst out laughing.
Stiles looked around at all the laughing faces and muttered. "I hate all of you…"
After that, Scott walked over to the two unconscious vampires. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and incinerated Karen and John with a stream of fire, reducing them to ash.
"Fire manipulation?" Victor stared in shock at the flames dancing in Scott's palm. "What kind of monster are you, kid? I've fought Hellhounds before... and I'm sure you're not one. So what are you?"
Scott smirked. "You'll find out soon enough."
Then, Agisa—standing beside Noah—stepped forward with a smile. "Hey Victor. Long time no see. How was it, spending over two hundred years locked inside the Nemeton?"
Victor stared at Agisa for a long moment. Then recognition hit him. His expression twisted with rage.
"It's you… bitch." He snarled. "You're still alive? No matter. I'll make sure to kill you, and every single mutt you brought with you tonight."
Agisa smiled calmly. "You're not fooling anyone but yourself, Victor. I recognize that look on your face, it's the same one you had right before you got sealed all those years ago. I can feel it in you now… the despair, the frustration. But most importantly..." Her eyes gleamed. "I can feel your fear. You're afraid of Scott."
Victor burst out laughing, wild and unhinged.
"Fear? You think I'm afraid of some kid? You must've gone senile, Agisa. I've lived over a thousand years! I've slaughtered creatures far more powerful than this little mutt. And tonight, I'll feast on his blood, and the blood of all his pack!"
Agisa just shook her head. "Like I said… you're not fooling anyone."
Scott stepped forward, smiling. "Hey, old sucker. You can drop the act now. You know we're shapeshifters, right? We can smell fear."
Stiles grinned as he turned his gaze toward Harris.
"Hey, Mr. Harris." He said with a mischievous smirk. "Guess who's dealing with you tonight? That's right. Me. Happy?"
Harris narrowed his eyes at Stiles, his mind racing.
'If I can capture that idiot Stilinski… maybe I can use him to escape Beacon Hills. I don't want to end up like John and Karen.'
Meanwhile, Noah's eyes locked on one of the vampires standing near Victor. "So… there you are, Barrow. We've been looking all over Beacon Hills for you."
Stiles glanced at his dad. "You know him?"
Noah nodded grimly. "His name is William Barrow. A terrorist who escaped from Eichen House less than a month ago. He claimed he saw children with glowing eyes… then blew up a school bus."
Parrish stepped forward. "So what do we do about him, Sheriff? The FBI's already on our backs. We can't just kill him, burn the body, and say he escaped."
Rafael said. "That's easy. Just kill him and say you had to in the report. Then, after taking his body to the morgue for a post-mortem examination, you can cremate him. Simple."
William glared at them all, furious. "I'm still alive, you pigs. I can hear you."
Noah smirked. "You won't be alive for long."
Stiles turned to him, mock-surprised. "Damn, Dad—I didn't know you had this side to you."
Noah's face hardened. "He killed children, son. I don't show mercy to monsters like him."
Scott took a step forward, his voice steady and commanding.
"Alright. Let's end this. I'm fighting Victor. Who's coming inside the barrier with me to deal with the rest?"
Derek cracked his knuckles and nodded toward Frank.
"I've got him. We've got unfinished business."
Stiles pointed at Harris with an evil grin.
"Leave our dear old teacher to me."
Noah looked straight at William. "I'm taking him down myself."
Malia stretched and cracked her neck. "Leave the woman to me. I've been itching for a fight."
Chris stepped forward, eyes locked on the fifth vampire beside Victor.
"Sam… so this is what you've become? You used to help me protect innocent lives. Now you feed on them?"
Sam's expression darkened. "Don't lecture me, sir. You're a monster too. And besides… I was raised to be a hunter. You gave up on us. You dismissed me and the others. What was I supposed to do?"
Chris shook his head. "I gave you enough money. You could've joined another hunter family… or left the hunter life behind. Found a wife. Had a family. Anything but this."
Sam's voice was cold. "It's too late now, sir."
Chris sighed deeply. "Yes… it is. So let me send you on your way."
To be continued... 😊