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Summary: ripple effect - a spreading series of effects or consequences caused by a single event. But seriously, did Buffy really expect anything different?

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Disclaimer: BtVS, Mercedes Thompson and all associated characters do not belong to me.
Spoilers: All of BtVS through Season 7 and both the Mercedes Thompson series and its ‘spinoff’, the Alpha and Omega series.
Warnings: This fic takes place during Alpha and Omega (and relatedly Moon Called), but it goes AU from there on my own plot. And sorry Anna fans, but she doesn’t exist here.
Summary: ripple effect - a spreading series of effects or consequences caused by a single event. But seriously, did Buffy really expect anything different?

A/N: Gigantic, enormous, Hellmouth-sized thank yous to kerrykhat, who first got me into the Mercedes Thompson books that inspired this plot bunny and then proceeded to feed the bunny an abundance of carrots and lettuce and other delicious bunny treats. :D



Blood. It permeated the air, nearly obscuring all other scents to Charles’ sensitive nose as he stealthily made his way down the corridor. It didn’t mask everything, though. He could still pick up the faintest trace of fear – and he could almost taste the pain.

With a frown, he continued on, passing by numerous rooms until he reached the only closed – and badly dented – door at the end of the hall. He grasped the handle and opened it with a grim determination.

Now the stench of blood was reaching almost overwhelming levels, even for him, and Charles felt Brother Wolf rise to the surface. Impatiently, he pushed him aside, instead giving all his attention to the motionless figure lying on the floor.

It was a woman. She was alive – and she was human.

Charles’ eyes narrowed in anger. These holding rooms were supposed to provide safe spaces for werewolves who were moonstruck or injured – essentially those lacking control over their wolves, putting themselves and others in danger. They were not for holding humans against their will and torturing them.

He was right in coming here unannounced. Leo was dangerous and unstable, and he was putting the entire pack in jeopardy.

In a flash, Charles was kneeling by the woman’s side. She was African American and approximately twenty years old, though it was a little difficult to tell through the cuts and bruises.

He wished Samuel was here. This girl needed a doctor. In fact, it was a wonder she was alive at all. Aside from the fact that werewolves weren’t exactly known for their control around blood, especially wolves as undisciplined and untrained as Leo’s were, her wounds were so severe; most people would be dead by now.

She would go through the change, there was no doubt of that. Whether she would survive it… that was a different story. It was difficult process, and most didn’t make it through the first turning of the moon; and she was already so weak from what was obviously prolonged abuse.

As if to challenge his assessment, she began to stir slightly just then, pushing him away with more strength than he would’ve thought possible for someone in her state. It surprised him. He was even more surprised, however, at the fire he saw in her eyes.

“Shh,” he said quietly as he tried to subdue her to prevent further injury. “I’m here to help.”

She stared at him, as if trying to see if he was telling the truth. What she saw must’ve been convincing, because she lay back down on the floor after just another beat.

“Buf-” she started to say. It came out little more than a whisper, and even as she spoke, her eyes were rolling up into her head. She had exerted herself too much, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Charles frowned as he thought about his options, but only for a moment. He had to move quickly, as it was only a matter of time before someone found the unconscious werewolf on guard duty.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed, sending a silent prayer of thanks that he got reception down here. As he waited for his father to pick up, he finally took a good look at the rest of the room, from its unusually bare interior to the chunks of cement missing from the walls. Before he could wonder too much about it, however, his father picked up.

“I’m on my way,” Bran said in lieu of greeting, as if he had known what Charles was going to say, knew why he was calling.

It was a rumor that his father could read people’s minds, and Charles wasn’t so sure there wasn’t some truth to it, even though his father said otherwise. At the very least, Bran Cornick had developed an intuition that went well beyond normal human limits – but then his father wasn’t normal. He was the head of all the North American packs. He was the Marrok.

In fact, Charles was there in Chicago on his father’s orders, once they had discovered that Leo, the Chicago Alpha, was turning kids into werewolves and selling them, only to be experimented on.

This, however, this was something different. Nothing about it felt right, and thanks to his mother’s heritage, his instincts usually weren’t to be ignored.

“Come quickly,” Charles said in a clipped voice before snapping his cell shut.

Suddenly, he froze, extending all his senses as far as they could go.

Someone was coming, another werewolf. He had been discovered.

He stood. It was time to do his job.

There was a reason why even the most powerful Alphas averted their gazes from him. He was the Marrok’s enforcer, and he carried out his duties with brutal efficiency. And for this, there was only one punishment.

And Brother Wolf smiled.


So what do you think? Are there even many Mercedes Thompson fans out there, let alone ones who read the spinoff Alpha and Omega series? I hope so… *crosses fingers*

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