After confirming that Scott was fine, Chris, Noah, Derek, Stiles, and Malia stepped through the barrier, each one facing their designated opponent.
Stiles grinned wickedly at Harris. "Well, Ms. Harris." He said mockingly. "You used to love giving me detention every chance you got. How does it feel to be the one in detention now?"
Harris scowled, thoughts racing. 'I didn't think someone as strong as Victor would get killed by that stupid kid McCall… but I'm not stupid. I'm not dying here. I'll catch this brat Stilinski and use him to escape.'
Fueled by desperation, Harris tapped into all his strength. Dark veins spread across his face, his eyes glowed red, fangs grew, and with a hiss, he dashed toward Stiles at full speed. To his surprise, he actually managed to grab Stiles, locking an arm around his neck and standing behind him with a triumphant smirk.
Harris couldn't believe it had been that easy. A cruel smile formed on his lips as he turned toward Noah, who was preparing to fight William Barrow.
"Hey, Sheriff!" Harris shouted. "If you don't want your stupid son to die, help me escape from Beacon Hills!"
Noah glanced at Harris with pity in his eyes, then looked at Stiles, who was still smirking calmly, and simply shook his head before turning back to Barrow, completely ignoring Harris.
Harris frowned in confusion. "Hey! What's with that look? Don't you care about your son? Or do you actually think I won't kill him?"
Noah replied without even glancing his way. "You can try."
Harris turned to face Scott and the rest of the pack—only to find them watching him like he was a clown. Panic rose in his chest. He looked at Stiles and shouted. "Stilinski! Why don't your father and your friends seem to care about your life?!"
Stiles casually grabbed Harris' arm, the one holding his neck, and began squeezing. Harris screamed in pain as bones cracked under the pressure. He dropped to his knees, desperately trying to pry Stiles' hand off, but he couldn't.
Looking down at him, Stiles said coldly. "It's not that they don't care about me… It's just that they know you're too weak to even hurt me."
Then he released Harris—only to immediately kick him with such force that Harris flew backward and slammed into the mountain ash barrier, bouncing right back toward Stiles.
Stiles met him with a punch to the face, shattering his fangs and embedding him into the ground.
"You're so weak." Looking down at the crumpled figure, Stiles said. "Tell me, Mr. Harris… Why did you become a vampire?"
Harris just lay there, glaring at him silently.
Stiles shrugged. "Well, I don't care anyway. Since we still need you alive, you should take a nap."
With that, he punched Harris in the face, but Harris didn't pass out. He kept glaring at Stiles.
Stiles smiled apologetically. "My bad. I didn't want to use too much force and crush your head like a watermelon."
He hit him again. Still, Harris didn't pass out.
Stiles apologized once more and kept hitting him, careful not to use too much force. After every punch, he'd mutter an apology and promise. "The next one will definitely knock you out."
Eventually, Harris' face was bruised black and blue, tears streamed down his cheeks, and he started sobbing.
"Please… just kill me already…"
Stiles frowned and growled. "Damn it, I can't believe I can't knock you out. Alright, time to use all my strength."
He raised his fist, now igniting it with flames.
"Mr. Harris, don't blame me if your head explodes."
He swung his flaming fist—but stopped just a few inches from Harris' face.
Stiles stood up, chuckling. "I'm just kidding, let..."
"Stiles." Isaac cut in. "Harris already fainted from fear… He even peed his pants."
Stiles blinked, looked down, and sure enough—Harris was unconscious, and his pants were soaked with urine.
"Disgusting garbage." Stiles muttered, kicking him aside.
Then he summoned one of his fireflies and used it to control Harris. As he rejoined Scott and the rest of the pack, he noticed Scott, Allison, Erica, Lydia, and Melissa all staring at him with weird expressions.
"What?" Stiles asked. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
Melissa sighed. "Do you have to disgust us every time you fight someone?"
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked, genuinely confused.
Allison raised an eyebrow. "Remember that horse guy—what was he again?"
Erica chimed in. "A Nuckelavee."
"Right, that! You made him vomit and crap himself." Allison said. "And now Harris peed himself. I think I'm done watching you fight."
Stiles held up his hands defensively. "Hey, hey, hey! That horse guy thing was an accident! And Harris just has a weak heart! He was so scared he peed himself, not my fault!"
Scott and the rest of the pack ignored him and turned back to watch the other fights.
Stiles looked around and muttered. "Guys, it really was just an accident… guys? Hello?"
Scott sighed. "Okay, Stiles, we believe you. Now go read Harris' memories and see how many lesser vampires he's turned."
Stiles nodded and walked over to Harris, mumbling under his breath.
The other fights didn't take long. Malia, Chris, Derek, and Noah quickly knocked out their opponents and read their memories.
Then Stiles used his fireflies to take control of the defeated vampires.
Victoria asked. "So, how many lesser vampires do we still have to deal with?"
Stiles replied. "According to Harris' memories, there were originally fifty lesser vampires. We killed the twenty I was controlling today, plus five we already took out before, and the ten Derek killed, that makes thirty-five dead. That leaves fifteen still alive. And ten of those were turned by Harris."
Malia added. "The woman I fought had five."
Chris said. "Sam didn't turn anyone."
Noah nodded. "Barrow didn't either."
Derek added. "Frank had ten, but I already killed them."
Scott nodded. "Alright. Stiles, wake up Harris and the woman. Tell them to call their lesser vampires here. Uncle Noah, Deaton, Dad—go ahead and absorb the powers of the other three."
Noah, Deaton, and Rafael nodded. But just as they turned to absorb the powers, Stiles looked at his dad and asked. "Hey Dad, how are you going to explain suddenly looking younger at work tomorrow?"
Noah shrugged. "I'll probably just take a week off. then go back and let everyone come up with their own explanations. They'll probably just think I had some cosmetic work done."
Stiles chuckled. "That's not a bad idea."
Then Noah looked at Agisa and said. "Victor's dead now, so there's nothing to worry about anymore. Since I'm taking a week off, how about we travel somewhere, Agisa?"
Agisa smiled. "Sure. But I still can't believe Victor died just like that."
Scott shrugged. "Actually, he wasn't that strong."
Agisa shook her head. "No, he was very strong. I know because I fought him before. It's just that you and even your pack are terrifyingly strong. I'm just glad you guys are the good guys."
Scott smiled, then turned to Stiles. "Go on, man. Let's wrap this up. I'm starving and want to go home."
Stiles nodded and woke up Harris and Olivia, ordering them to summon their lesser vampires.
Meanwhile, Noah, Rafael, and Deaton absorbed the powers of the three vampires, becoming younger in the process.
Scott then killed the three vampires and burned Frank and Sam's bodies, leaving William Barrow's body for Noah to deal with.
The pack waited for the remaining lesser vampires to arrive. While they waited, Cora looked at Scott and asked. "By the way, did you read Victor's memories?"
Scott's eyes darkened. "Yeah. Victor was a sadistic monster. He spent a thousand years treating humans like toys. He didn't feed out of hunger, he did it for fun. He'd come into a village, slaughter everyone, and turn a few poor souls into vampires just to watch the chaos. When hunters or other supernaturals got close, he'd vanish, leaving his vampires behind to die. Then he'd move on to the next village and repeat the cycle. That's what his life was—slaughtering village after village, spreading chaos for a thousand years."
He paused, shaking his head. "But more than two centuries ago, he pissed off a powerful Dhampir family and had to flee Europe. Guess that's why he showed up here two hundred years ago."
"Wait." Lydia said, frowning. "What's a Dhampir?"
Chris answered. "Half-human, half-vampire hybrids. Have a vampire's strengths, no sunlight weakness, and total control over their bloodlust. They hate vampires, especially the ones who prey on humans for fun. If Victor crossed a Dhampir family, he's lucky he escaped with his life."
Aiden asked. "Are they really that strong? Strong enough that even Victor was scared of them?"
Victoria nodded. "Yes, they specialize in hunting vampires. They have weapons made specifically to kill them, plus poisons and potions that work against all types of vampires."
Kira turned to Agisa. "Were they the hunters you mentioned who fought Victor two hundred years ago with you? The ones with weapons he was afraid of?"
Agisa shook her head. "No, those weren't Dhampirs. They were more like druids—supernatural beings who could enhance themselves with magic. As for their weapons, I don't know if they made them or got them from somewhere else."
Boyd asked. "Do Dhampirs hunt werewolves too?"
Chris shook his head. "Usually not. Werewolves also hate vampires, so Dhampirs see them more as allies than enemies. That's what I read, anyway. But no one's heard about them in centuries."
As they talked, the fifteen remaining vampires arrived. Harris and Olivia, under Stiles' control, gathered them.
Deaton trapped the group in a barrier, and the pack took down Harris, Olivia, and the fifteen lesser vampires. They absorbed their powers, and Stiles, Scott, and Parrish burned their bodies to ash.
With everything done, Scott used his Shadow Portal ability and opened a portal back to the ranch. The pack stepped through, leaving Noah, Parrish, and Rafael behind to deal with William Barrow's body and the ruined mansion.
To be continued... 😊