-Two
After weeks of adjusting to school and even the obnoxious culture of this time period, I found myself growing much more attached to Stiles than I'd ever imagined. I dragged Derek, kicking and screaming like the giant man child he is, to every lacrosse game he had even if he only sat on the bench. Derek got to talk to the older girls who came for the after party and I came to sit on the bench next to him while Coach stood ranting at the sidelines to Scott, Jackson and Isaac.
"That's odd."Stiles smiles, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes slowly wander over the door to his room behind me one night after a game. His father just smiled as we walked into the house, leaving soon after saying something about pulling an all nighter.
"He usually asks who you are or that I better not do anything I'd regret."He adds, walking toward his window. He opens it and sighs with relief as the cool air rushes in. I laugh and walk toward him.
"He's probably focused on the case and I can handle myself, Stiles."I smile, touching his bicep gently. He was a skinny boy but damn near every ounce of it was pure muscle. I bite my lip faintly at the thought of just how jacked he was, clearing my throat and pulling away to avoid any awkwardness between us. With my back to him, I can hear his heart skip faintly and the faint sound of a low chuckle. The smile that I imagined crossed his lips, crooked but sweet nonetheless, made my knees weak. I walk toward the opposite window, tapping my black painted nails on the glass gently as his scent gets stronger. Even tainted with the sweat from the hot pads and uniform I could feel my undead heart lurching to life I rhythmically. He touches my right arm and stands on my left, his other hand wandering up my left hand as it remains on the cold glass.
"Why is one nail painted red?"He chuckles, sliding his fingers between mine only to further justify the different between us. His fingers were longer and skinny but smooth as if they were meant to sooth a woman. I laugh faintly at the thought and turn to face him.
"I don't have a real reason, just thought it was cool and I love seeing the anger behind the OCD people who notice them."I laugh. He chuckles and nods, pulling away. The absence of his touch proves my hunger for it, but why was I so thirsty for the satisfaction of it? I blush faintly and look down at my heels, crossing my ankles and leaning against the cool window frame. He runs a hand through his hair and laughs, turning and walking toward the door.
"Make yourself comfortable. Scott should be here soon. I'm gonna go take a shower."He says sweetly. My smile slips at the mention of company. Part of me just wanted to spend time alone with him. I nod, forcing the smile to the surface again. He smiles and pats the door frame before leaving. I bite my lip curiously and walk out of the room, exploring the house. It was obvious that it was only the two of them by the size, but other than the compact areas it was beautiful. I start to walk back up to his room when my phone buzzes with a group text.
"Rave at the old warehouse tmrrw nite 9. Be there!"It read, giving the address to Derek's warehouse. I laugh, knowing this had to be because of the new twin wolves and Scott. Lydia was the first to text me soon after, asking me if I was going and I reply with a simple maybe. She sends a frowning emoji and pictures of outfits to choose from. I laugh and lie back on Stiles' bed, looking through them. How she already had outfits planned was beyond me. Seeing the outfits and how her slender frame stood perfectly in each reminded me of how people talked about her. She wasn't exactly the kindest person to people she wasn't friends with and it was rumored Stiles was in love with her. I sit up, looking at the picture of my favorite outfit, my senses too distracted to focus on the scent of the perfect mixture of Axe and Old Spice entering the room. I text her to wear the blue loose top with her floral high waisted shorts and flats with her hair pulled back just as Stiles sits next to me. Jarring me into alertness.
"I didn't mean to startle you. I'm sorry."He smiles, massaging my shoulder gently to calm me down like Scott had done to him on the first day. He looks down at my phone and frowns, taking out his phone and noticing the lack of invite. I cover his phone screen with my hand and pull his attention back up to my eyes.
"It doesn't matter."I say, talking about the invite. "You're coming with me."I say happily, standing and shifting to sit in the open window's sill. He smiles and steps up behind me.
"Aren't I supposed to ask you?"He chuckles nervously, sitting next to me on the floor with his arms resting on his knees. I laugh and shake my head.
"I'm the one with the invite and I'm the one who wants you to go. If the situations was reversed and I didn't have an invite, who you ask me to be your date?"I say, smiling down to him. He straightens and stands, clearing his throat with a hint of awkwardness.
"You want me to be your date?"He asks, his back to me. I clear my throat and pull away from the window.
Shit, what did I do?
"I uh...I mean yea. What girl wouldn't? Lydia doesn't know what she's missing with you."I say, biting my lip as if to stop the words from spilling from my lips.
God dammit.
He turns quickly, eyes wide at my knowledge of his feelings for her, and lets his head fall.
"We've been in the same class since second grade."He says softly before looking up at me again. I smile and nod at the adorable sense of nervousness that seemed to radiate from him. I step up to him and take his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
"You don't have to go with my, Stiles, but if anyone asks how you got in without an invite just say you came with me."I say, stepping around him and walking toward the door. He steps up behind me quickly and grabs my hand, his eyes filled with reassurance and confidence though his body was ridged with awkwardness and panic.
"Stay. I'd love to go with you."He says sweetly, just barely above a whisper. I smile and throw my arms around his neck in a rush of emotions, laughing happily. I tense up in his arms and pull away quickly, letting my eyes drop back to my heels apologetically. He chuckles and hugs me before turning to put a movie in. We barely watched the movie, lying in bed talking about how much we knew about the supernatural after explaining how Derek and I knew each other, being an old family friend, and laughing until we fell asleep. I felt bad leaving out the truth about me, but it was afraid he'd fear me and never want to see me again.
I woke up the next morning to faint snoring and groan as I stretch. I look up and realize I was sleeping on his chest, my hand clutching his shirt as if I'd loose him during the night. I pull away slowly, trying not to wake him, and leave him a note to wake up to.
"Stiles, I'm sorry I had to leave so early. I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Last night was so much fun. Thanks for the movie. I'll see you at the rave tonight. -Kara."I read. I lie it on the pillow next to him and walk out of the house.
A few hours later, just hours before the party, Stiles texts me.
"I could've driven you home."He texts me as I dance around the living room, talking to Lydia and Allison on the phone while listening to music. I laugh faintly and text him back.
"Like I said, I didn't wanna wake you up."I send, smiling.
"Who're you texting?"Lydia noses. I smile and answer her.
"Aww."Allison coos. I laugh and shake my head.
"Still, I feel bad you had to walk."He texts me. I sigh, knowing it gave me time to run to the hospital and get the blood bags Melissa had ready for me, and text him back.
"I enjoy the cool air, Stiles. It's fine. I don't mind, really."I reassure him. I could almost hear him sigh as he responds with a straight faced emoji. I shake my head and FaceTime the girls as Erica and I search through my closet for clothes to wear. She already had her outfit read with bright colored threads and glow bracelets and necklaces. She bought some for me and even Stiles, poking fun at my attraction to him when she gave them to me. I finally decided on a lilac dress and white heels with a white flower head band that Erica and I laughed a good fifteen minutes at. The style these days amazed me.
"What if there's body paint? Aren't you gonna want Stiles to paint you?"Erica teases, nudging me with her hip. I glare at her and roll my eyes.
"They always have extra clothes for that so it'll be fine."I say softly, shrugging it off. Lydia laughs, knowing she wouldn't have Aidan paint her, much less keep her clothes on, and Allison smiles knowing she'd have Isaac paint her. They were all adorable.
After a while, Erica and I get ready together, still facetiming Allison and Lydia to make sure we do look good.
"I'll meet you at the warehouse. Erica is gonna take me. Want me to wait for you?"I text Stiles, biting my lip nervously as my stomach churns slightly. Erica takes my hand and leads me out to her car, smiling at the joy on my face.
"No it's fine. I'm taking Scott so I'll just meet you inside."He texts me back. I smile and sing along to the songs played on the radio along side Erica. It wasn't until we pulled up to the warehouse that Sheriff Stilinski emails me a link to an article. The article was about mysterious deaths with numbers burned behind the right ear of each victim as well ask black goo dripping lick blood from their ear drums. I brush the article off and put my phone away, walking into the warehouse. Luckily the place was very well hidden and insulated so barely any sound radiated from inside. We walk inside, sliding the large metallic door open to a sea of brightly colored people and booming music. Erica and I smile happily and walk straight toward Allison and Isaac.
"Where's Lydia?"I ask. Allison laughs and looks at me with that -you-know-where kind of glare. I laugh and nod as a good song comes on. Erica touches my arm and points toward the crowd. I nod and wave her off. Allison nods toward the door and smiles as Scott and Stiles step into the warehouse. Erica steps up next to me for a moment and hands me a drink, smirking at Stiles before walking back into the crowd.
"Hey. You look great."Stiles smiles, his lips tilting into the adorably crooked smirk. I smile and tuck hair behind my ear.
"Hi. Thank you."I laugh as Scott steps around us and straight up to a near by girl. I take a drink of the obviously spiked punch and dance along side Allison in front of the boys until Lydia comes up to us, tugging Aidan along behind her.
"There's body paint and extra clothes in the other room."She smiles, nodding in the direction of the room. Allison cheers and pats Isaac's chest before grabbing my arm and tugging me toward the room. She closes the door and helps me pick out an outfit, settling on an orange crossed crop top, orange shorts and orange and black fox ears. I laugh and put them on, keeping my white heels on. She grabs some paints, tying her shirt up, and walks out to the boys. Isaac saw us first, his mouth dropping open as he nudges Stiles. He turns and chokes on his punch. I smile and walk toward him, taking his hand and pulling him closer.
"You have three choices. We paint you, you paint us or both."Allison says commandingly, a stern smirk on her lips as she gets a paintbrush ready. Isaac looks at Stiles and chuckles, pulling his shirt off. I smile and look at Stiles. He nervously looks at me and dips his entire hand in the paint. I laugh and tug him close by his belt and pull off his shirt. He chuckles as i do the same and run my hand down his chest. He dips his other hand in paint and runs his hand down my sides in waves. I take a paint brush and paint a tribal piece over his chest as he paints swirls over my chest. I use Allison's compact to paint my lips in a bright orange that matched my outfit and kiss his neck, forcing myself to pul away once the paint stuck. He bites his lip, his eyes filled with lust suddenly, and pulls me into the crowd.
For hours we dance together, my eyes drifting around the crowd to keep from getting too excited and yet still find my eyes giving into the thirst. My eyes glow silver and luckily he only thought they were contacts. I turn to face him, wrapping an arm around his neck as my other hand stays in his hair. I dance with him, smiling as he nervously fumbles to keep his hands on my ever moving hips. It wasn't until the song slowed that he breathlessly pulls me toward the stairs. He hands me a bottle of water and takes a drink of his, keeping his eyes down on the bottle. I tap my heels against the concrete steps and him along with the songs. It wasn't until a very welcomed sensation is pressed to my collar bone. I turn and look at Stiles, laughing faintly at the remaining blue neon paint on his lips, wiping it off with my thumb. I slide my hand from the front of his face, around his perfect jaw and behind his neck. I pull him close and lean my forehead against his. He smiles and shifts slightly, kissing me gently. I gaps faintly, feeling him smirk against me, and ultimately kiss him harder. He tangles his fingers in my hair and presses his tongue against my bottom lip gently. I gladly open my mouth slightly, moaning lowly against him as he invades my mouth. I grip his arm in lust, nails digging into his skin as my body stiffens. I lose myself in this moment, fangs slowly dropping from my gums. It isn't until a long blood curdling scream irrupts that I pull away.
"Lydia!"Allison and Stiles gasp in unison as the music dims quickly. Suddenly the large metal door is thrown open, revealing an angry alpha Derek.
"Out."He howls as everyone clears out of the ware house around him. He glares at all of the remaining people, the people he knew most, and stares at me.
"Somethings's here."He growls lowly so only Isaac, Erica, Scott and I can hear. I stand quickly, feeling guilty for not smelling it before. Over the scent of sweat, liquor and paint was an unfamiliar intruder. It was then that I noticed Aidan passed out near the balcony door. I run to him and wake him up just as Lydia shakily stumbles inside with the help of Scott and his date.
"They came out of the shadows."She murmurs. Those words ran a chill down my spin along with what I found. Behind Aidan's right ear was the number 5 burned into his skin.
"Shit."I growl.