Nefarious Means Possible

Nefarious Means Possible-Part VI

"Is it just me or does this feel a bit like a scene from the Avengers?"

Stiles snorted as Laura asked that, not that he could blame her, they were standing a bit like a triangular formation, with Talia at the head, Peter a step behind her on her left, Laura on her right, with Derek on Laura's right, and Cora at Peter's left closing it with Stiles at the center between both siblings. Adam and Aleksandra were with Alyssa and Atlas at Claudia's HQ.

They were facing down a horde of Vampires in an abandoned cemetery, which looked creepier than an average Haunted Cemetery.

It wasn't like they were alone, Captain Grigori and Captain Wild (Much to the man's irritation and bewilderment—'It's been barely a few hours STILINSKI!!! That's it I'm suspending you for a damn six months!!!') Were waiting at the four corners, North, East, South, and West with two remaining teams of five, all rigged to the ends of the earth with Holy Water, Stakes and crossbows.

Not to mention an armory of Silver bullets at hand.

Hell he'd even managed to get Derek to hold two daggers, Cora with a silver machete, and Laura with a Silver Stake. Peter was holding a sword and Talia—well Talia seemed comfortable with a gun much to the chagrin of her wolves and Stiles' amusement. Even though Derek had a gun—just in case—and even though he hated guns he kept it, Stiles was going to focus on that.

"Well, does that make me Hawkeye?" he joked notching an arrow onto his bow, and raising the weapon.

"Oooh", Cora chirped, "That makes me Hulk—I likey", she grinned.

Laura snorted, "You would, but I'd rather be Thor or Iron Man, but Peter has me beat on the Ego that is Iron Man", she laughed.

Talia rolled her eyes, "This is not the time for jokes!!!" she chided.

"And that's why my sister is Captain America", Peter laughed, "And I love you sis, but I am not your Tony", he grunted disgusted.

"Gross Uncle Peter", Derek shuddered.

Stiles snorted, but snapped to as Captain Grigori spoke up, 'High Mage Dracula 2.0 is here, they've put him in a center circle, most of the Vamps are under powerful enchantments, they'll be painful to break, but our spell masters are working on 'em as I speak', he informed.

"How many of his personal guard?"

'Five', Grigori answered.

"And the warlock?" he asked.

'Hidden', Grigori paused, 'Twelve clicks to your left, in the Oak tree', he paused, 'Ah well crap—'

"What is it?" he demanded.

'The bastard's leeching the tree boss, it's an unconsumed tree', he informed.

"Oh Man Come on, A Nemeton?!!!" he whined, "I hate them, hate them, hate, hate, hate them!!! Dammit it took me three years to put the one at home to sleep and have a new one grow in its place, dammit ATLAS!!!" he growled low and angrily.

Talia blinked, "You put the Nemeton to sleep??" she paused, "Actually you know what I'm not even surprised anymore", she sighed.

Stiles snorted, "Can an arrow get him?" he asked.

'Already tried boss, there are shields up', Grigori stated simply.

"Well fuck", he grumbled, "Get three lieutenants and Wild up there, I want those shields down in twenty minutes, Creusa, you're taking over Wild's team, get the formations up, they've started their attack", and even as he said that a Vampire launched towards them with frightening speed, Derek caught him and ripped his throat out.