Five centuries preceding the war, Lafayette O'Hara found himself captured and presented before the council of supernaturals on charges of treason. Guided into the elder chamber by a trio comprising a shape-shifter, a werewolf, and a witch, the backdrop unfolded with the departure of a vampire, a fairy, and a human, creating an anticipatory aura as Lafayette prepared to confront his judgment while standing before the venerable elders in handcuffs.

"Lafayette O'Hara," intoned Elijah himself. "You stand before the great council of the supernaturals for treason."

"I, Elijah Wood," he continued, introducing himself, "Guardian of the Beta sword, tribrid, and keeper of the legendary talisman."

Mid-introduction, Lafayette O'Hara cut Elijah off, prompting Sarah Lance to throw a fireball his way, deftly avoided.

"Sarah Lance," Elijah resumed. "Mother of all witches. Keeper and guardian of the mystical myths of the supernaturals." She, in turn, renewed her youth while remaining seated.

"Dracula Stone," Elijah declared, materializing in a swarm of bats, showcasing fearsome fangs and red eyes. "Father of all vampires, the immortal Alpha king of the supernaturals."

"Isaac Jacobs," Elijah acknowledged. "Lycanthropy, father of all Lycans of both Alpha and Omega packs."

"Do you come in packs?" Lafayette interrupted sarcastically. "Or individually? Because, let's be honest, the distinctions aren't always clear. Are Lycans also werewolves? The differences seem murky, considering wolves are an entirely different species in your kind, am I right?"

Isaac Jacobs demonstrates with a slight smirk on his face as his response.

"Helen Hathaway," Elijah continued. "Therianthropism, the first and noble, mother of all shape-shifters."

"Can you transform into a Lycan?" Lafayette queried without receiving an answer.

"And last but not least, Alicia East," Elijah announced. "Godmother! Queen and mother of all fairies."

At that moment, Agatha Wise entered in her wheelchair. "Our final member," Elijah declared. "Agatha Wise, full of wisdom and understanding, endowed with all knowledge of council events and seeker of the supernaturals."

"Hello, mother!" Lafayette waved. "Is this how you're going to repay me for my loyalty?"

"Lafayette O'Hara," Elijah asserted. "You have no authority here. Speak when spoken to."

"This O'Hara descendant is even more arrogant than his predecessors," remarked Sarah Lance.

The atmosphere turned momentarily dark, with bat sounds echoing as council members exchanged glances before fixing their gaze on Dracula, the atmosphere then returning to normal.

"You should be grateful Dracula Stone refrains from engaging in conversations with you," remarked Helen Hathaway.

"What, is he going to fucking drink me dry?" Lafayette retorted. "That's what cold-blooded murderers are good for."

Dracula maintained his composure, his eyes transforming into a blood-red hue, revealing glimpses of fangs while he remained silent.

"Redemption and forgiveness should be sought," advised Alicia East. "The war is over; everyone is content. There's no need to incite another conflict."

"I'm not trying to start a war; I'm trying to prevent it," Lafayette O'Hara clarified. "Don't you all see? Let me ask you, Queen Mother, when the inevitable arrives, can your fairy dust magically restore peace?"

He shifted his attention to Agatha Wise. "Isn't that right? You, of all people, know what I'm talking about."

"And you all know it's coming!" Lafayette exclaimed.

"Do you think we're oblivious to the situation?" responded Isaac Jacobs. "We're secure as long as no one breaches the barriers."

"Is that your chosen course of action?" questioned Lafayette. "Do you believe evil waits for good to strike? Now's our chance to eradicate it once and for all."

"Remember, it was your doing, the day the supernaturals revealed themselves," Lafayette stated.

"We apologize for that," Isaac Jacobs replied. "But humans need our protection."

"Agatha, are you just going to let them determine our fate?" Lafayette challenged. "Abandoning your own kind for these monsters?"

Dracula Stone rose to deliver the final judgment. "Lafayette O'Hara," he declared. "For your acts of treason and defiance against the Council of Order, you are hereby stripped of your position as a hunter. No longer will you jeopardize the fate of humanity."

"Your assumptions have brought nothing but trouble, just like your ancestors before you," Helen Hathaway remarked. "You wouldn't want to repeat history."

"You're getting it all wrong!" Lafayette yelled. "Look at you all, lying to yourselves and making us pay for your sins. How many more must die? This is not the end, for I've witnessed things beyond any of the supernaturals could fathom. This is only the beginning of the end."

"I believe we're done here," Elijah Wood declared, signaling the guards to escort Lafayette out of the Great Council of the Supernaturals. And then, the war erupted. Barriers were breached, and the IMPERISHABLES emerged from the shadows, bringing death and chaos to the once-peaceful colony. Supernaturals fought back until...

Ten years later, in Aougst town, Emma Stone sat by the waterfall, perched on a high cliff, taking in the beauty of the tall trees and her surroundings. She enjoyed the solitude until her friend, Bella Grace, joined her.

"This has always been your favorite hangout spot, Emma," Bella Grace remarked, embracing her warmly. "It's always so nice out here. And what about Liliana?"

"You know, always busy traveling the world," Emma Stone replied. "For the first time in a long while, my mother and I used to come here."

"This used to be her favorite place of comfort," Emma continued with a smile. "And after that, I never got to see her again. It's like she had just disappeared," she added, her tone carrying a touch of sadness.

"She used to tell Liliana and me stories before bedtime," Emma shared. "But things have changed since the war between the supernaturals and the imperishables. The colony has splintered into different clans and all that."

"It's not safe anymore, Grace," Emma Stone expressed, and during their conversation, they heard loud gunshots within the woods, not too far from where they were.

Using her gifted sight, Emma located the source of danger – a group of hunters trying to capture and kill a supernatural being. Hurrying to the scene, Emma and Bella Grace arrived just in time to confront and stop the hunters. The hunters had restrained the creature, now revealed as a young girl of nine, had reverted back to her human form.

"Step away from her, you filthy skunk!" Bella Grace demanded angrily.

"Oi!" one of the hunters retorted. "She's a feisty one, mate... seems we don't have a problem here. What say you?"

"It's alright, Grace," Emma Stone said. "Let me take it from here."

"What's the little girl's offense?" Emma Stone inquired. "There shouldn't be any trouble, just asking."

The leader of the hunters stepped forward, introducing himself and explaining the situation, further upsetting Emma and Bella Grace.

"This little brat was caught trespassing into our domain," he claimed. "Not only that, the girl stole from us, killed three of my men... because she's a fucking werewolf."

"And now she's going to get justice," he declared.

"Did your men ask her why, or did they just attack first without questions?" Emma Stone challenged.

"It doesn't matter; the deed's been done," he replied, turning away. One of his men approached with a taser to knock the girl unconscious, prompting Emma Stone to act swiftly. She grabbed his hand, broke his arm, revealing his joint bone, he screamed in pain, dropping the teaser, which Emma caught and used against him to render him unconscious.

"What the bloody hell?" the leader of the hunters exclaimed in astonishment. "Stop them!" he furiously yelled at his men as he witnessed Emma and Bella beating them.

Frightened by the display, he pulled out his gun and attempted to shoot Emma. However, she skillfully dodged every shot, leaving him in disbelief. Backing away in fear, he tripped over a small branch, falling to the ground and cowering, begging for his life.

"What are you?" he asked. "You're not humans... Only a supernatural would do something like that. Please don't kill me... I'm only following orders," he pleaded.

"Go and never return," Emma Stone commanded. The leader hastily gathered his belongings, dropped in fear, and ran into the woods.

As Grace freed the young child from the cage, Emma headed towards them. An unconscious hunter, regaining consciousness, aimed at Emma and shot her. Immediately, the girl they had saved transformed into an omega wolf, swiftly devouring the hunter who had shot Emma through the chest, dangerously close to her heart.

"Emma!" Bella Grace yelled, rushing towards her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Emma replied, her injury healing instantly. They turned to see the little girl, now in her omega wolf state, devouring the hunter in pieces.

"Whoa!" Bella Grace exclaimed. "An Omega wolf."

"A rare species of Lycanthropy," Emma Stone remarked as they observed the creature devouring the hunter. "Only second to Lycans, slightly on par in strength and greater than wolves, the least of their kind."

Approaching the creature cautiously, Emma Stone noticed its struggle to recall even the slightest memory of events. It growled as Emma attempted to comfort it, maintaining a defensive stance as if ready to attack. Grace whispered, "Emma, please be careful."

"It's okay, girl!" Emma Stone reassured. "You're safe, remember? We saved you." She pointed to Grace and herself. The creature turned to stare at Grace and focused on Emma.

"Easy now," Emma Stone coaxed, trying to reach out. The creature growled and attack, but Emma overwhelmed it by grabbing it from behind, applying pressure to a point near its ribcage, reverting it to its human form. It lay on the ground, sobering.

"Stay away from me," she said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, dear," Emma Stone replied. "You're safe. What's your name?"

"Charlie... Charlie Adams," she said. "Charlie Adams Jacobs."

"Descendant of the Jacobs?" Emma Stone inquired.

"Yes," Charlie Adams replied with tears in her eyes.

"Emma!" Grace exclaimed. "Maybe that explains her transformation."

"I believe so," Emma said. "Let's get you back home."

As they headed back, they were being watched by another being from afar who answered his phone call. "You were right!" he said. "Just as you said she would be."

"I understand," he replied to his call.

Emma and Grace took the child back to her family, meeting her mother outside while taking out the trash in front of their bar.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "Sweetie... Are you okay?" With kisses and hugs, she embraced her child.

"Thank you so much for bringing her to us," Beatrice Adams Jacobs expressed gratitude, introducing herself as the mother of the girl. "I'm Beatrice Adams Jacobs."

"Emma Stone," Emma replied during the introductions. As they exchanged pleasantries, the husband came out, holding the remaining trash bags.

"Honey... The customers are wai..." he began, only to pause upon seeing his child and the girls who brought her.

"Did you run off again, Charlie?" he asked, introducing himself as the husband and father of the girl.

"As I live and breathe... Emma Stone," Josh Adams Jacobs said. "Haven't aged a bit, I see."

They explained what had happened, and Josh Adams invited them in to discuss matters. The bar, close to a school, had a lively atmosphere. As they entered, Emma noticed a young child staring directly at her before being carried away by her mother, who also cast a curious glance at Emma Stone before entering the school premises.

"It's no coincidence you came here, and I know you have questions," Josh Adams said. "You're wondering why humans and supernaturals don't live in harmony as they once did."

"Stories have been passed down from generation to generation," Beatrice Adams added. "For one day, we knew this day would come, Emma Stone."

"Most hunters took sides with the supernaturals," Josh Adams explained. "The colonies and clans have been divided. I'm sure you were told stories, but not all of it."

"But what we know is that the hunters were formed by Lafayette O'Hara," Josh Adams said.

"Lafayette O'Hara," Emma Stone said. "But he rebelled against the council of supernaturals."

"That's right!" Josh Adams affirmed. "But before that, the true leader who formed the hunters was none other than Agatha Wise... The seeker."

"Agatha Wise formed the hunters as protection against the inevitable. She always knew that the imperishables would one day return to finish what they started, so she chose the finest human to lead the hunters."

"Lafayette O'Hara!" Emma Stone exclaimed, and Josh Adams nodded.

"He was trained by the supernaturals themselves, taught almost everything under the care of Agatha Wise. Although other supernaturals joined in, one rebelled against the council," Josh Adams revealed.

"But we don't know much about that ever since," Beatrice Adams added. "Any information you need to know about, you'll have to ask her last descendant of the Wise."

"Hanna Wise," Josh Adams mentioned. "But we don't know if she has any successors yet. She's not too far away from town."

"Thank you," Emma Stone replied as they all exited the bar. Josh and Beatrice Adams offered assistance willingly for any future needs Emma Stone might have before they left.

After departing the Adams' bar, a contingent of Alpha clans arrived, seeking an audience with the Jacobs and intent on taking their daughter away. As some entered the bar, Josh and Beatrice swiftly grasped the situation, emerging outside only to witness their daughter cradled by an Alpha wolf member.

"You knew this day would come, Josh!" he declared. "So why do you deny the ritual rite?"

Josh requested the release of his daughter, and without hesitation, the Alpha let her go, avoiding any trouble during the day. The Alpha and his pack members left with a warning message.

Meanwhile, the hunter, spared by Emma, returned to his boss to deliver the report of his failure. Upon hearing this, fury consumed the boss. He seized the messenger by the neck, lifting him off the ground. Fangs bared, sharp nails extended, piercing the hunter's neck to draw blood, his skin now hairy, and his eyes completely black, he growled menacingly. With a brutal twist, he snapped the messenger's neck, leaving him lifeless on the floor. An immediate replacement was appointed and the deceased's body was carried away.

On the other side, Emma and Grace headed off to see Hanna Wise, hoping for answers. They followed the directions given by the Adams and reached their destination.

"This must be it," Bella Grace remarked as they stood outside her house.

"The last descendant of the seeker," Emma Stone stated as she pressed the doorbell.

"Am coming!!!" Hanna Wise yelled, hurrying to see who was at the door. Upon opening it and seeing them, she already knew why they were there.

"Are you Hanna Wise?" Emma Stone asked.

"Who wants to know?" she replied a bit rudely.

"You're a supernatural," Emma Stone observed. "And we need your hel...p." She was interrupted by Hanna Wise, nonchalant about her words.

"You need to leave now," Hanna Wise insisted. "I already know who you are, and I know that trouble follows wherever you go. It has always been in your generation."

"What do you mean?" Emma Stone asked. Hanna Wise was about to shut the door, but Emma Stone stopped her, pleading to know what had happened before and after five hundred years ago. With persistent pleas, Hanna Wise decided to let them into her apartment. Bella Grace looked around, noting the beauty of the home for a single lady to live alone without a companion. Hanna Wise offered them drinks as they were seated, and she began narrating.

Before the IMPERISHABLES came to be, they were known as supernaturals. Before the five hundred years of war and peace and the arrival of the supernaturals that led to war and the separation of power, the council of the supernaturals was formed to protect humans from the imperishables. "The imperishables are groups of supernaturals who had lived among humans for centuries as war broke out among them."

Veronica, one of the supernaturals and leader of the imperishables, sought to conquer the mortals for her victory, deeming humans too weak to coexist. She waged war on them, but her advance was halted by the supernaturals. However, before her defeat, Veronica became too powerful even for the supernaturals to stop. Those who sided with her nearly gained the upper hand until my great-grandmother Agatha Wise, a mere mortal in her wisdom, devised a plan that led to the victory of both the supernaturals and her people.

Sarah Lance, mother of all witches, and Alicia East, Godmother, Queen, and mother of all fairies, combined their unique powers with the blood of each leader of the supernaturals, including my great-grandmother, to create the most powerful weapons that could permanently kill a supernatural. Thus, the Beta sword and the legendary talisman were forged. The Beta sword could end any supernatural, while the talisman served as a means of resurrection.

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Dracula, father of all vampires, sacrificed himself for peace, killing Veronica in the process. Before his death, the supernaturals made peace with the mortals, establishing a new council – the council of the supernaturals.

The sword and talisman needed guardians, and with the remaining magic, two guardians of the mystical arts were created: Elijah Wood and Rita Wood, both tribrids, part fairy, and part witch.

"But how was Veronica resurrected?" Emma Stone asked.

Veronica had spies within the colony who slipped an attraction potion into one of the spells that created the guardians.

"I'm guessing it's Rita Wood," Bella Grace said.

"You guessed right," Hanna Wise confirmed. "She stole the talisman that resurrected Veronica, splitting the colony apart after the council was no more."

"And the sword?" Emma Stone inquired.

"Still with the guardian," Hanna Wise answered. "Elijah Wood."

"But you, Emma Stone," Hanna Wise said, reaching out to her as she held her hands. "The first Omega to ever exist and maybe the last. Only you can rival her powers, and with the help of your friends, peace will reunite the colonies and clans."

"I wish I could be of any more assistance, Emma Stone," Hanna Wise continued, "but I am not just fit for battle."

"But you do have someone that'll succeed you, right?" Emma Stone asked.

Hanna Wise couldn't respond to that, as she wouldn't want any of her successors to continue the work as a seeker for the supernaturals. The peaceful life she's living is what she desires for her generations, and she wouldn't want her bloodline to go down the path of a seeker.

"It's best you leave now," Hanna Wise said. "You've gotten what you came for."

"I don't mean to be rude, but this should be the last time you'll ever come here," Hanna Wise insisted.

Before leaving, Emma Stone inquired about the whereabouts of the guardian called Elijah Wood. However, Hanna Wise was unable to provide an answer and shut the door on them. After leaving her premises and looking for more answers, Bella Grace suspected they were being followed by a stranger, a suspicion Emma was aware of even when they were in the woods.

"Mummy!" Becca Wise said, holding the baluster of the stairs. "Who was that?"

"It's nothing, sweetie," Hanna Wise replied. "Mummy's just a bit tired, that's all."

Emma and Bella moved away from Hanna's location, going further as the stranger kept tracking them. They walked into a quiet alley when the evening came, and the street was very quiet as a graveyard. They came across a motel to spend the night.

Before getting into their rooms, Bella headed downstairs to get a drink at the motel's bar and noticed the stalker who had been following them, facing each other in opposite directions. A group of drunkards, high on alcohol, approached Bella, wanting to harass and molest her.

"What's cooking, good looking?" one of them said. "Hey! Am talking to ya', pretty girl," he continued, belching with hiccups at the same time.

His drunk friends encouraged him to do more, and he stroked Bella's hair a bit, making her slightly offended. "Do that again, and you're dead."

The drunk man became offended by her words and dared himself to touch her again. Bella broke a bottle of beer on his face, knocking him out cold. The rest charged at her, and she fought them off when a non-drunkard pulled out his gun, ready to fire at Bella. The stalker intervened, taking the gun and pushing the man aside against the wall.

They both stared at each other, and without looking, they knocked out two other opponents approaching them.

"My hero!" Bella Grace said. "To whom do I owe this great pleasure?"

"Fowler!... Dante Fowler," he introduced himself. "And you're?"

"Bella," she said, introducing herself. "Bella Grace."

She came closer to him, gently sliding a finger down his chest in a seductive manner that would tempt any man. While using her hand to grab onto his manhood, she whispered into his ears, "Let me thank you enough."

They kissed passionately, making their way up the stairs, pushing each other against the wall as they made out. Dante pulled Bella's leg to his waist, sliding his hand to her backside as he firmly held onto it. She jumped onto him, and they continued kissing with both hands on her backside. Dante pushed Bella against a wall, her back supported as he buried his head in her chest before passionately locking lips with her.

"We need a room, don't you think?" Bella said.

"Yeah," Dante replied.

"I've got one," Bella said. "I'll lead the way."

They continued kissing and making out until they reached the room where Emma was, viewing the outside through the window. They burst into the room, with Bella slamming the door shut behind them. She pushed Dante onto the bed, excited about their encounter. Jumping onto him, she ripped off his shirt, pulling his hands upward and tying them while kissing him simultaneously. Throughout this, Emma stood still, observing their unfolding drama, and Dante Fowler remained unaware of what awaited him.

While on top of him, Bella looked at him, and he stared directly at her with her mood swing.

"Oh! Shit," Dante Fowler exclaimed upon noticing Emma in the room with them.

"Yeah! Fuck shit!" Bella said, raising her eyebrows. "Why the hell are you stalking us?"

"Look, I don't mean to," Dante said, receiving a slap from Bella Grace.

"Wrong answer, dipshit," Bella Grace retorted. "Better start talking."

Emma then spotted his wallet containing his original ID and some fake ones along with his cellphone.

"Grace!" Emma called out. "Look at this."

"So, you're truly a vampire," Bella said. "And a cute one at that," giving him a wink.

"Not just that, Grace," Emma said. "He's also an assassin with multiple fake identities."

"He doesn't look so tough, not to mention he's terrible at his own job," Bella said, bursting into laughter.

"Who hired you and why?" Emma Stone asked. "And you know who I am, don't you?"

"I was hired, alright," Dante Fowler admitted. "But not to kill you."

"By who?" Bella Grace inquired.

"An unknown source," Dante replied.

"Are you messing with us?" Bella Grace asked. "Cuz no one messes with my bestie."

Grace came to Emma and asked if Dante was telling the truth. Even though Emma had already confirmed through reading Dante's mind that he wasn't lying, Grace still wanted to play along. They noticed Dante wearing a protection amulet, rumored to shield vampires from sunlight, a scam perpetuated by some witch to make money from unsuspecting vampires.

Grace approached Dante, demanding more information or threatening to pull down the curtain, as it was supposedly daylight outside. Dante earnestly begged for his life. Emma suggested moving on to their next quest of finding the guardian, and Grace untied Dante as he got dressed.

"Hold on!" Dante exclaimed. "Where are you going next?"

"It's none of your business, Dante," Grace replied. "You've followed us enough."

They started leaving, with Dante following from behind and persisting with his questions.

"Yo..yo..you can't leave," Dante stammered. "I was hired to protect you."

Both Emma and Grace stared at him awkwardly.

"You!" Grace exclaimed. "Protect us!"

"Go back to your business," Emma said. "We have ours to attend to."

They left Dante behind, watching as he couldn't follow them. Emma and Grace continued their journey in search of the guardian, eventually coming across a mall close to the countryside highway in the West. Familiarity among the people in the West made it easy to recognize strangers in their hometown. As they entered, they encountered a salesclerk named Jessica West. They exchanged pleasantries, and Jessica assisted them.

Meanwhile, a car owner running out of gas at the fueling station stopped to refill her vehicle. Upon realizing she was out of cash, she sighed and headed to the mall to withdraw some money. Her entrance drew attention, showcasing her fair complexion, long blond hair, blue eyes, and adorned with expensive jewelry and diamonds, giving off an air of sophistication. She approached the salesclerk.

She placed her ATM card on the salesclerk's desk and inquired, "Are you in charge? I need some cash and a hot meal." Her eyes roamed the mall, seemingly searching for a companion. Amidst her transaction and item purchases, Emma caught a glimpse of an ancient tattoo on her neck, sparking a sudden realization that she might be a supernatural being as well. Lost in contemplation while studying the intriguing tattoo, Emma was snapped back to reality when the mysterious lady noticed her gaze.

"Can I help you with something, honey?" she asked.

"My apologies, miss! Not at all," Emma replied with a quick smile.

The salesclerk efficiently attended to the lady's needs, allowing her to head upstairs to her assigned room.

"Wow!" Grace exclaimed in amusement. "This mall has everything."

"It's a multi-business for the family," Jessica West replied with a smile.

"Emma!" Grace called out to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Emma replied. "I think she's a supernatural too."

"Really! Are you sure about it?" Grace inquired.

"Yeah, I think," Emma replied. "Maybe from a fairy colony!"

While engrossed in their discussion, the salesclerk informed them about the situations in the countryside of the west. Emma and Grace decided to book a room to keep an eye on the mysterious lady. Meanwhile, outside the mall, a group of people monitored their every movement. Within that hour, Jessica West's brother arrived to inform his sister about what would happen tonight. In the midst of their ongoing conversation, Bella Grace overheard, having stealthily left their previous location.

Emma noticed Grace's reaction and stopped to ask if there was any trouble. Grace informed her of what she had just heard.

"Grace!" Emma whispered. "Where are you going? We don't need to interfere in their business," she said.

"This is my business... Emma," Grace replied with a whispering tone and some body language, descending the stairs to confront them on their discussion.

"What's happening tonight?" Grace asked, and they both looked at her, as if trying to hide it.

"I already know!" Grace continued. "There's no need to hide it from me. And I know that you, Mark, are a Lycan, and your sister is a wolf."

Mark and Jessica stared at each other, not wanting to deny the fact that Grace was right about their species.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Mark asked. "A werewolf or a wolf."

Grace's eyes changed differently and reverted back to normal. "A hybrid! Mark," Jessica whispered to her brother in fear, who became fearful, preparing to transform into his animalistic side.

"Easy, lad!" Emma said. "We're not here for trouble. She's only here to help."

Mark calmed down a bit, staring at his sister who nodded calmly in response.

"What about your friend?" Mark asked. "What's her species? Human?"

"Yeah, something like that," Grace replied.

"Then it's not safe for her or anyone," Jessica said. "Stay indoors if you want to survive."

"What's happening tonight?" Grace asked again.

"Trouble!" Mark said. "Lycans have formed allegiance with hybrids and some wolves to take down the packs."

"They want to be Alpha to all wolves," Jessica said.

"But werewolves are far stronger than wolves," Grace said. "And why would they do that?"

"They believe they could replicate the genes to create far more powerful Lycanthropy than that of our forefather, Isaac Jacobs," Mark explained.

Grace and Emma, hearing this, stared at each other as if they already knew what it meant.

"Emma!" Grace said. "Are you thinking what I think it is?"

"Alpha and Omega," Emma Stone said.

"But that's impossible," Mark said. "My father used to tell us stories alongside our mom, that it is impossible to create an Alpha and Omega in the supernatural."

"They said the first Alpha died protecting the colony from the imperishables," Mark continued. "But no one knew if he had an heir that would keep his bloodline alive."

"Rumors spread like wildfire that he had a daughter who was an Omega," Jessica said. "But that was never true, no one knew."

"We've all hoped for a savior one day to bring peace and reunite the colonies as one again," Jessica concluded.

"The only clans we have in alliance are with the shape shifters," Jessica said. "They've been the ones feeding us vital information for our survival, but we don't know how long it will take before they find out."

Before their conversation ended, they heard screams from above, a struggling sound that drew them in. Rushing towards it, they witnessed a bright light bursting through, breaking doors and walls, pushing a figure out of its source. They all hurried to see what was happening. Mark had already grown claws from his fingers, his eyes turned completely black. When they reached upstairs, Jessica headed in the direction of the breach to find a being barely conscious with severe injuries, struggling to heal.

"A vampire!!!" Jessica screamed, with Mark eager to go for the kill. In an instant, Emma used her superspeed to stop him, looking at the being on the ground. "Dante!" she said softly.

"Hey, Emma," Dante said with a heavy breath. "Oh shit! It fucking hurts."

"What are you doing here, Dante?" Emma asked. "We specifically told you not to follow us."

Grace arrived, witnessing Dante badly injured. "You never give up, do you?" Grace said.

"You know this guy?" Mark West asked.

"Who the hell is he?" Sharlene East asked.

"Hold on a sec," Dante Fowler said, breathing heavily, while trying to catch his breath. "Who are you again?"

"Durrh!" Sharlene East replied, introducing herself. "I'm Sharlene East... And you burst into my apartment unannounced."

"I'm so sorry!" Dante said. "I thought it was Grace's," with his head facing down, exhausted.

"Freak!" Sharlene East replied.

"We know him," Grace said, as Jessica and Mark went to meet Sharlene East to comfort her and see if they could get her anything she needed within the mall. On the other side, Emma and Grace spoke with Dante privately.

"What are you doing here?" Emma asked again.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I was instructed to follow orders to protect you," Dante said. "I always get the job done."

Emma inhaled, and Grace stared at Dante as Emma then looked at Grace.

"What now, Emma?" Grace asked. "He looks messed up right now."

"His wounds should have healed instantly," Grace said. "And yet, it finds it difficult to heal."

"My guess! Fairy's magic," Emma said. "It looks like our next door is from a fairy colony."

They both took Dante up, apologized for any inconvenience caused by him to Sharlene East and the Wests, as they brought Dante into their room.

"You need your strength back," Emma said, cutting herself with her fingernail on her left hand and offering it to Dante to drink a few drops of her blood. In an instant, her cut healed.

"Thank you," Dante said, his wounds now closed.

"You've come a long way to find us," Grace said. "Or did you just miss what we shared?"

Meanwhile, outside, the street was filled with riots, werewolves, and hybrids killing and capturing anyone spotted outside. Emma, Grace, and Dante watched through the window.

"I guess it's happening now," Grace said, as they heard a brutal break-in into the mall. Mark, Jessica, and Sharlene, along with Emma and the others, came out, witnessing a Lycan ascending the stairs.

"It's impossible!" Mark exclaimed. "They've never broken into shelters before... Unless..." Before he could finish his words, the werewolf was killed by another supernatural being, revealing itself to be a vampire fairy.

"Oh my gosh!!!" Sharlene shouted. "We need to leave now!!!" she yelled, as it chased after them. Mark transformed into a werewolf to fight the vampire fairy, buying them some time.

While taking the stairs down, another supernatural approached, blocking their exit and attempting to attack. Dante jumped in to fight with it.

"Really!" Sharlene East said. "Two of you."

"Go!" Dante shouted, his fangs and red eyes revealing a bloodlust state as he faced the oncoming threat.

They all ran out, with Jessica leading the way of escape.

"We can't leave them out there?" Emma said. "They need our help."

"I'm not ready to die just yet!" Sharlene East replied. "Werewolves should be your least of problems..." She added. "Vampire fairies are the worst."

"That means your brother and Dante won't survive," Emma said as she ran after them, leaving Grace with the others.

"Where's your girlfriend going?" Sharlene East asked. "She's probably dead," she said in a hopeless state.

"No!" Grace replied. "Emma knows what she's doing."

Meanwhile, inside the mall, Dante battled with the vampire fairy and was beaten up badly, nearly getting killed. Emma showed up from behind as Dante crawled away from danger. Emma Stone shoved her hand through the vampire fairy, ripping out its heart, and it burst into pieces. She then sped off to rescue Mark, who was at the edge of death, snapping the neck of the vampire fairy. Mark was astonished at what he had just witnessed.