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Teen Wolf: Legion
By: A. Onaleta Leflore
A fan fict.
CAST
1. ~ Derek Hale~
2. ~ Peter Hale~
3. ~Scott McCall ~
4. ~Dominique Boudreaux ~
5. ~Edvard Gundersen~
6. ~Erik Olsen ~
7. ~Fahd Kenzari ~
8. ~Alice Huang ~
9. ~Emmanuel Boudreaux ~
10. ~Malia Hale~
11. ~Stiles Stilinski~
Chapter 1.
They finally decided to call a meeting about them. It was only a matter of time. She had let them literally get a way with murder long enough, apparently too long. And they, well, they just kept letting the bodies pile up on top of more and more shit. And if she knew Derek, like she really think she did, she knew where exactly to find him……before the Order does.
“My Sovereign, good of you to come at short notice, and thank you. Forgive me for doing so.” Counselor Olsen was a son-of-a-bitch, literally! And figuratively. Of course he would be the one to call this sudden ‘emergency’ meeting. This guy literally had nothing else to do but make others miserable.
“No worries Counselor. Let’s get this started.” Dominique Boudreaux, Sovereign of The Order of Supernatural and Dual Natured Beings said through a strained façade.
“take your seats all, please. Counselors, Counselor Olsen, what is this about?”
Sovereign Boudreaux met Counselor Eric Olsen’s icy blue eye and mustered up all her strength not to roll hers. The man was an absolute metaphorical rock in her metaphorical shoe! Her father, the Sovereign before her, now four years abdicated, warned her of his….ambitions.
“I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but I think you know.” The man continued as he made eye contact with the other four members of the council.
“Spit it out, Eric.”
That was Counselor Kenzari…and wasn’t here for Olsen’s bullshit either.
“Ah, ummm…yes we’ll, The Hale family and there…shenanigans…”
“Shenanigans? I could hardly call starting a war with the most ancient of magical beings…shenanigans.” The Sovereign said.
She needed to separate herself from this fiasco, at least in the counselors eyes. She and her father knew of the goings on in the west coast of the United States since the fire that killed most of the remaining Hale family. They decided to keep it as under wraps as possible, at least until the they could get in contact with the elder Hale, out of respect of the ancient family, but he went silent and the bodies kept piling quicker than they could count them.
“I am also aware of all that you speak and already have a team picked to find Peter Hale and bring him here.” The Sovereign added.
“Oh? Then why hasn’t the council been made aware of your knowledge?”
This guy is really challenging her competence in front of the entire Order?! Dominique was fuming, but had to hide it.
“Simply because…it was none of your business.”
A stifled snicker escape her good friend Counselor Fahd Kenzari and her assistant, Alice Huang quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Clearly half of the council was tired of this man’s shit!
“Excuse-moi, my Sovereign, but keeping such knowledge from the council is…dangerous and foolish. If your fath…”
“Well, he’s not here! Counselor Olsen, and nor does he have a say or seat. And I’d appreciate if you’d remember such details and NOT throw them in my face.” She felt her French accent thicken as she almost yelled those words.
“Yes, my Sovereign.” Olsen replied, sounding a bit defeated.
Dominique could see the nuisance wanted to scream more at her, maybe even attack her. Hell! She could feel he wanted to. The pure rage and embarrassment burning off that man heated her to the core and took the rest of her strength to hold it down. Feeling the emotions of others was part of her two-natured identity. She could feel other’s emotions, thoughts even, if they were strong enough, and she could turn into a large golden eyed black panther. Black panthers were, are believed to be the first of the dual nature beings to not exactly exist, but to have mastered their duality and to have taught other dual natured beings to as well, and particularly, the Boudreaux Family, which is why they have been the Sovereigns of the Order for eons, and now a thirty eight year old woman, who was more involved in these shenanigans than anyone could imagine now sits on the throne.
“May I ask what our Sovereign plans to do about this?” Olsen mustering up courage, or defiance, said as he stifled his own frustrations through strained teeth.
“Handle it, of course.” Dominique said simply.
“May the council ask how?”
Bold Olsen. Defiantly so.
“Yes, but the council will not get an answer from me. Is this meeting adjourned or…?”
The other three members shook their heads, Erik Olsen looked down at his stack of papers he brought but never got to sift through.
“Good. Dismissed.”
She, for too long, met the disgruntled eyes of Erik as he stood and organized his already thoroughly organized papers then broke contact but meeting the eyes of Fahd Kenzari.
His beautiful chocolate eyes smiled only at her as he staggered behind, waiting for the others to leave.
Her good friend Alice looked at Fahd then at her and gave the OK fingers and a wink then left. Alice knew that Fahd had been wanting to, for lack of a better term, court the Sovereign, but haven’t really had to Words to put to her. Alice left with the others soon and Fahd stood above her, walking devilishly to her.
His black suit hugged his body too well and his leather Salvatore Ferragamos silently gilded him to her. He too was a panther and in his human nature, one could see it without actually knowing.
“Lunch, my Sovereign?”
His accent always gave her chills. It always sounded like he was purring. Fahd Kenzari haled from North Africa, Tunisia, to be exact. He was tall, with golden bronze skin, chocolate brown curly hair, and the most amazing cheekbones that should be illegal to have.
“If you wish.”
Fahd held out the crook of his elbow and without breaking eye contact, Dominique slowly stood and wrapped her fingers around it. This man was a incredibly sexy. Every woman on the island knew it and practically wanted him. But, Dominique knew, ever since they were children, he wanted her, but they weren’t destined to me mated. Her mate was…somewhere in the world, and Fahd’s passed some two years ago.
That was such a heart wrenching moment. She had never experienced the death of a mate, but had only seen it as a third party from her mother’s death and how it nearly destroyed her father. And when Fahd’s wife passed, she was there to comfort him for he was nearly destroyed as well.
As they two exited the council room, they almost knocked over Erik Olsen, whom had been standing just outside the doorway.
“My God Erik, what!?” Dominique said through her teeth.
She abruptly released Fahd’s arm, hoping Olsen didn’t see the intimate gesture between the two.
“Oh, forgive me. I-I was hoping to catch you alone. We really have to get a handle on this situation, Sovereign.”
“I know Erik, I do, trust me. I’ve been working on bringing all parties involved in. I promise I discuss it with you when we’re ready to move.”
“And when will that be?”
“Erik, really? You have to chill…”
“Chill?! Chill!? Are you serious? These people have caused irreparable damage to the dual natured world and you want me to CHILL!? For God’s sake, do you not have any sense of urgency? Are are you too far up…”
“Chose your next words very carefully Counselor.” Dominique sternly.
She and Olsen locked eyes once more. The man let out an audible sigh that blew a loose curl of hers back.
“I just…this is serious, and I’m not use to things…moving so slowly.”
“You mean, you’re not use to being out of the know.”
Dominique wanted to say more to the man, but she had been warned, less is best with this one. He could gather information from you without appearing to do so. So she had to watch her words and her steps around him. This…talent also made Erik Olsen very good at his job. Chief of Security.
“Please, trust me. Please Erik.” Dominique said coolly.
The man relaxed a little then sighed once more. He gave a little bow to her and dismissed himself, walking briskly out of the meeting room's black marble corridor.
Just when he was out of earshot, Fahd turned to her and met her eyes while replacing her hand on his arm. Dominique could feel his desire to kiss her rising like mercury in a thermometer, but of course he didn’t act upon it. He was always, painfully so, a gentleman.
“Now, where were we?” Fahd Kenzari purred.
“Lunch, I believe.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine.”
A couple of hours later, Dominique made her way back to her office, where Alice had been at her own desk, waiting to hear about lunch with Fahd.
“Come on in, I know wan to talk about it.” Dominique said as she glided past Alice’s desk and into her own office.
“You have no freaking idea!”
Giddy, the two women went into the concrete and marble room and sat at her desk.
Alicia Huang is another from an ancient family. Hers hales from the deserts of China. Her second nature was a striking green eyed , black furred wolf. The Sovereign and Alice grew up alongside one another, their fathers were childhood friends.
“So? Does he eat as sexy as he looks?” Alice joked.
Dominique sighed like a school girl in love and headed to har bar which was hidden in a secret compartment behind her desk. She poured she and Alice each a glass of chardonnay. Then sat back in her massive leather chair. Alice had planted herself in one of the minimalist black matte chairs in front of the concrete desk.
Dominique reclined back a little and looked up through the skylight above her. It was an overcast fall day in the mountains of Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She watched as a cat shaped cloud moved quickly over the sun. Then, she met Alice’s eyes.
“YEEEESSSSS!! Omg! He is so sexy!” Dominique squealed.
“I knew it! There was no way he could do anything ugly. I bet he made eye contact, and just cheewed ever so slowly at one point.” Alice chimed in.
“Oh my God! Is he that predictable?”
“Who cares!? He is a walking romance novel cover in Ferragamos!”
“True!”
The two toasted to the sex appeal of Fahd Kenzari and downed their chardonnay.
“Well, back to real life. You wanna come to New Orleans with me?” Dominique asked Alice as she looked back up through her skylight.
“New Orleans? I’m always down to go there, but why do you wanna go?”
“Because…” Dominique let out a heavy sigh and reclined further back, her chair squeaking in protest.
“…that’s where Derek Hale is hiding.”
“Ooooh! So you do really know where he is?”
“No. Not 100% sure. But I told him to go to my condo in the in the city if he ever ran out of places to hide, and knowing Olsen…Derek and Peter ran out of places long ago..”
“In that case, I’ll book us a flight out ASAP.”
Alice stood, and brushed the wrinkles out of her pencil skirt then headed to her desk just outside of Dominique’s office.
Dominique continued to look out of the skylight. The sky was completely covered in sliver and dark gray clouds which lightning danced through.
She hadn’t seen Derek since she was in her early twenties and hadn’t seen Peter a little afterwards. It will be interesting to see them again. She had a…complicated relationship with the both of them at separate times growing up, and she couldn't wait to hear Peter’s excuses on the troubles he had caused...