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"So…" she just cocked an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips, "… you fixed that piece of crap jeep yet? Because I, for one, am very bored" she gave a small playful pout, "for real, being dead was way more entertaining than this"
"You just… you…" Lydia mumbled, gazing at her in shock and a little fear, "you killed that thing"
"No flies on you huh?" She muttered sarcastically, "glad to know that high IQ of yours is being used for more than just contouring"
"How did you do that?" Malia asked, frowning a little as the cuts on her face slowly started to heal, still looking incredibly pissed off, "that thing was twice your size"
"Well, you see-" she started to point out, sarcasm dripping from her tone, "-it's this little thing called strength Malia, something which I, evidently, have a lot of. Anymore stupid questions?"
Isaac was still looking a little weak and dazed, gripping onto the side of the jeep to keep himself stable as he stared across at her, his brows furrowing, "you really don't care, do you?"
She shrugged, "and finally, the penny drops" she gave a series of slow obnoxious claps, "jeez, I was beginning to think you lot really were brain dead"
Malia, her anger still clearly bubbling to the surface, snarled loudly and let her eyes glow bright blue, looking like she was seriously debating charging her again – which really would be an incredibly dumb idea – but before she could both Kira and Lydia reached out and grabbed her arms, stopping her in her tracks.
"Smart move" Kayla praised, "because next time I won't go easy on you"
"Kaylz…" and she felt like puking as Stiles murmured her name, so much confusion but affection and longing in his voice, "can you…" she huffed out a sigh, folding her arms and raising her brows at him – god, she was so damn sick of all this lovey dovey shit, she didn't want that, it was horrible – "can you uh… help me fix the jeep?"
She snorted, "finally, a semi smart statement" she started walking towards them, smirking to herself as a few of her former friends actually stepped back, "you suck ass at fixing cars Stilinski"
He jolted a little, shocked to hear once such an affectionate statement leaving her lips, staring at her wide eyes as she strolled over. The only time she called him by his last name was in a cute teasing manner or when she was so totally furious it looked like she wanted to kick him head first off the highest building… could it be that she had a sense of familiarity after all?
"Well?" she demanded, suddenly appearing right in front of him and staring across at him with an impatient look, "unless you wanna get torn apart by the next big ass creature that decides to come along because, fair warning, I won't bother protecting y'all, I'd happily sit back and watch it tear you apart. Shame I don't have popcorn…"
He gulped nervously, holding out the flashlight for her to take, "then we better crack on"
"We better" and with that she grabbed the flashlight and for a second, just a brief moment, their fingers met and he didn't realise how much he missed such an innocent little touch until he felt it, her fingers surprisingly warm and soft.
"Oh god…" she groaned, rolling her eyes as she jerked her hand back, "really Stiles? You gonna go all gooey eyed over a touch? Wow, you are so whipped huh?"
He swallowed thickly, meeting her gaze, "you have no idea"
"Well you can unwhip yourself any day now" she pointed the flashlight to the bonnet of the jeep, "now grab some tape, your coolant is leaking"
"… What?"
"Your engine is overheating because the fluid is escaping the hose so tape it up and let's get going" she urged impatiently and he just stared, totally dumbfounded, before Lydia appeared next to him, sending Kayla a suspicious and wary look as she passed him the roll of duct tape.
"I uh…" he coughed to clear his throat, "I should've known that"
"Yeah, you should've" she nodded bluntly, pointing the flashlight to where the small leak was, obvious now she had pointed it out, "but you were never that great with mechanics anyway, the fact you regularly use duct tape proves that"
His hands shook a little as he reached down into the inner workings of the jeep and started taping up the leak, glancing up at her from the corner of his eye, "Uh… thanks"
"You're not welcome"
He tried to ignore her scathing tone, he really did, but whatever she said or did just got to him, like she just magically was able to get through all the chinks in his armour without even trying.
It only took him a few moments to tape it up, nodding for everyone to pile back into the jeep and breathed a sigh of relief when the engine rumbled to life after a few seconds of turning the key, closing his eyes and thanking whatever god there was that at least something seemed to be going right.
"Did you doubt me baby?" Kayla chuckled teasingly, resting her bent knees against the dashboard and looking so totally and utterly relaxed, the complete opposite to what they all felt.
And the scary part was, he did. And not just about the stupid jeep, he doubted her now because she was unfeeling, unpredictable and unremorseful and that was something he had never felt before, not to this degree anyway. Even when they were arguing or things were rough, he had never doubted her this much and it was terrifying.
He sent her a side glance, keeping his voice lowered, "what you said back there… about how you… how you want to hurt me… those were just words right?" he mumbled, "you won't actually-I mean… I understand killing those guys back there – you wanted to escape, to get out, I totally get that but-but you have to understand how wrong it is, don't you?"
She quirked an eyebrow, "how can it be wrong if it's fun?"
"Killing people shouldn't be fun Kaylz, they have lives, families-"
"But. It's. Fun" she reiterated, pronouncing each syllable slowly like he was stupid, "and I deserve some fun Stiles" she slowly slid across so she was next to him as he raced along the dirt track, inching closer and closer to the abandoned church, "why do you have to be such a downer?"
"You can have fun… just without killing people" he stumbled a little over his words as she wrapped her arms around his that was resting on the gear stick, ignoring the pounding in his heart.
"You mean like sex?" she whispered, snickering as she tilted her head back to whisper in his ear, "because don't worry… I plan on doing a lot of that"
He froze, his chest tightening uncomfortably.
"But you don't want me to do that either, do you?" she asked knowingly, "poor baby, getting all jealous" she teased playfully, pressing a slow kiss to the side of his head, "it's kind of cute"
"You don't have to do that either"
"Of course I do" she mumbled, "it's who I am Stiles… you can't change that"
"But it's not who you are" he disagreed, finding it hard to concentrate as her lips grazed along his jaw bone, "I know who you are and this? This is not it"
Her lips stopped, hovering just below his ear, "No Stiles, you knew the old Kayla, the one that was weak and worthless, this Kayla you don't know"
"I know you better than anyone" he promised, tilting his head around to peer at her, "I notice things Kaylz… the little things that no one pays attention to. I know that you still have that piece of hair that always, always, falls in front of your face but you keep on tucking it behind your ear anyway. How you still have a touch of that southern drawl that slips out from time to time and it's the most adorable thing ever, especially when you don't know it's happening. Even how weird it is that you love buying socks but they freak you out just that little bit and how when you're hungry you literally devour an entire plate of food in record time and make these little noises as you do, and you don't even realise that you hum when you're watching something. That's how I know if you actually like the thing or not, because whenever you're happy you just start humming to yourself and I always get distracted by it… those things you do, that's who you are. You're not this person"
"Wow" she snorted, "that was deep. Someone definitely doesn't need to go to specsavers"
"Kaylz-"
"Don't 'Kaylz' me. Not anymore Stiles" she stated, dropping the sultry look and sending him a heated glare, "I mean it, I'm not playing here. How many times do I have to say this? I. Don't. Love. You. Don't even know why I did in the first place. I don't want love, I want sex, attraction, fun, so unless you want to get into my pants then quit talking to me about what we had. That died Stiles, right along with me and that's your fault, are we clear?"
His hands tightened around the steering wheel, his bottom lip quivering, "hurt me all you want but I'm not giving up"
She let out a frustrated sound, untangling their arms and sending him a fierce glare, "what will it take for you to let go Stiles? Huh? How many people's lives do I have to ruin? How many innocent people do I have to kill? How many people do I have to screw for you to realise there's nothing between us? Because you're really starting to piss me off now!"
"Till the end of the road… remember?"
She huffed loudly, crossing her arms, "we were at a dead end a long time ago Stiles. Move on. Go find that chic again, the one you wanted to fuck and screw her for all I care"
"I'm not going to do that"
She rolled her eyes, "I don't care either way now just shut up before I make you"
He bit his lip, catching his friends' gazes in the rear-view mirror and judging by their wary and warning looks he knew he probably should – it wasn't just his life at risk if Kayla suddenly snapped and turned on them, it was theirs too, and as much as he wanted to try and get through to her he knew she was reaching her breaking point and a pissed off Kayla – especially now – was someone not to mess with.
So he just gulped and focused back on the road, the church coming into clear view the more he pressed his foot on the accelerator.
"Well this looks welcoming" Isaac murmured, still sounding worn out and tired as he peeked over the back of the seats, "and not at all dangerous"
"Why would Kate take Derek here though?" Kira asked, "it makes no sense"
"Nothing makes sense" Stiles murmured, skidding to a messy stop, "but I guess we're going to find out" nodding to the three people struggling out the door, "c'mon"
They all piled out, even Kayla whose curiosity got the better of her followed them, cocking an eyebrow at the scene in front and she had to chuckle.
"Well would you look at that" she crossed her arms, sniggering to herself, "Derek is all miniature again" gazing across at her cousins' suddenly very younger looking face, "I gotta give it to Kate, she really did good on this one"
Braeden was glaring at her, struggling with a semi-conscious Derek, his arms slung over both hers and Scott shoulders.
"You… you look so-so familiar" Derek whispered, frowning at her tiredly, "why's-why's that?"
"One of those faces" she rolled her eyes as Braeden and Scott rushed past to bundle Derek in the backseat, the guy looking so totally out of it Kayla wouldn't be surprised if he dropped dead.
"What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, keeping his voice lowered as they shut the door, "Scott… What the hell?"
"I don't know, we just found him like that"
"Is Kate still here?" she asked, gaze sweeping over the deserted and crumbling down church.
"No, she must've taken off"
"Damn" she muttered under her breath, rage filling her veins, "this is your fault y'know?" she rounded on Stiles, "yours and your stupid jeep's. You better hope I find her again Stiles or so help me god…" she didn't need to finish her sentence, her threat perfectly clear as he gulped at her intense gaze.
"I-I'm sorry-"
"You're always sorry" she scoffed, "sorry is useless Stiles, just like you. No one needs you, no one even wants you"
"Hey" Malia barked out angrily, "shut up"
"Aw, that's cute, you got yourself a fan" she said mockingly, her anger unstoppable and untameable, "god, I am so far past fucking done with you all" she rolled her eyes, brushing past them all, "go to hell"
"Kaylz-"
"I thought I said to stop calling me that!" she rounded on him, her eyes immediately glowing that dark ferocious green, "Go and get the hell out of here before I'm tempted to slaughter you all just for laughs"
He looked at her sadly, "Don't… don't go and leave me"
"Why not?" she chuckled humourlessly, "everyone else does. Your mom did" and he flinched at her harsh words, "people leave you because you're not worth it Stiles"
He felt tears stinging his eyes, surging forward, "you don't believe that… you're just saying that to hurt me"
"You're in denial if you truly believe that" she scoffed, turning on her heel and striding off towards the abandoned church, "now go!"
"Hey sweetheart" the thick accent slurred through the open window of the beat down truck, "you want a lift?"
She sighed heavily, continuing to stride down the dirt track and ignoring the young man leering at her.
"Aw c'mon sweetness, a girl like you shouldn't be out here all on your lonesome"
Oh… how wrong he was.
She smirked at the hilarity of that statement, twisting her head to send him an innocent smile, "you'll give me a lift? Anywhere?"
His hungry eyes literally lit up, trailing over her body, "wherever you want"
She laughed to herself, slowing down her walk so she could climb in the truck and pretended to act shy and clueless, batting her eyelids a little.
"Thank you Mr. It's not a nice place to get lost in"
"No it certainly is not" he agreed and he was cute, probably no older than twenty-five, a full head of dark hair and a scruff covering his lower face, his eyes a deep dark brown, but if there was one thing she hated it was perverts and he was definitely one. She sensed it by the way he looked at her, his gaze lingering on her low cut top and her denim clad legs.
"So, what's a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all by yourself? It's a dangerous place you know"
Yes, it was. Dangerous for him.
"Now if I told you that, I really would have to kill you"
He chuckled, reaching out to fiddle with the radio station, "especially dressed like that… there's a lot of creeps around these parts"
"There is?" she feigned innocence, shrugging off the leather jacket as if she was cooling herself down, smirking at the power play as the guy's eyes slyly settled on the skin on show, "then I guess I should thank you for picking me up"
His lips quirked, hand dropping from the dial to slowly rest over her leg, "maybe you should"
She just sat and watched as his hand slid up her leg, stroking the denim before the tips of his fingers ran along the waistband of her jeans, "take them off"
She smirked to herself, cocking an eyebrow at him, "don't you want to know how old I am?"
His eyes flitted to the road before they fell on her again, his stare darkening, "I don't care. Take them off"
"And who says chivalry is dead?" she chuckled, lifting a hand and letting her fingers slowly dip down her cleavage, "is this what you want huh?"
His jaw clenched, slowing the car down and pulling in to the side of the road.
"Don't make me ask again sweetness… take. Them. Off"
So, silently, she just lifted her top above her head, well aware his eyes were lusting at the skin on show and discarded it to the floor, carefully manoeuvring herself so she could crawl onto his lap, settling down contently and tugging at his thick mass of hair.
"You want me huh?"
"God, you have no idea" he growled, grabbing at her bare waist and pulling her forward, lips moulding themselves against her neck as he kissed her ferociously, greedy hands gliding over her skin like he owned her, already trying to work on the button of her jeans.
And she was so okay with casual hook-ups, with sex that meant nothing and was just sex, but she hated creeps thinking they could take what they wanted. It didn't work that way. She was the one in control.
Maybe it's time she taught him a lesson.
And just as he moved upwards to kiss her she grabbed the unbuckled seatbelt and wrapped it tightly around his neck, pulling as hard as she could so he immediately jolted, grabbing blinding at the belt that dug into his skin painfully.
"Sorry sweetness-" she quoted with a snarl, "-no one tells me what to do, are we clear?"
He couldn't speak, his eyes bugging from their sockets and cheeks turning a dark red as he struggled but she was stronger, choking him into submission.
"Aw, don't you like this?" she pouted, "not into BDSM huh? A little breath play? Well isn't that a shame" she taunted, pulling the belt tighter and he tried to gasp back some air that never came, his body jolting underneath hers in his haste to escape, "and it's funny how if you were a little less creepy then I probably would've been the best fuck of your life but noooo, you just had to play the pervert card, huh? Thinking, what? You deserve some random chic to drop her pants to you? Doesn't work that way asshole" she seethed, grabbing at the belt tighter until his lips turned blue, fearful wide eyes staring at her silently, begging her to stop.
"I know it hurts baby" she pouted, "but it's what you deserve for thinking I owed you something. I owe no one nothing" she snarled, yanking at the seatbelt tighter as he finally started to pass out, "you missed out though, I would've turned your world upside down but now… well…" she smirked as his eyes started to close, collapsing back against the drivers seat, "now you just end up dead with a boner you never got to deal with… rough huh?"
But he never answered, his heart stopping as she gave one last ferocious tug, breaking the skin on his neck, blood oozing down the tan skin.
And without feeling or remorse she unwrapped the seatbelt from around his bruised neck, sliding off his body and pushed him from the truck, giving a sarcastic little salute to his dead body.
"Thanks for the ride"
And with that she drove off, ready for the fun to really start.
"Give me your phone"
"What?"
"Phone, now" she smirked, slowing down her movements atop the guy's body, pushing herself off his sweaty chest to peer down at him, "I need to make a call"
The guy – whatever his name was – cocked a brow, "you want to make a phone call when we're having sex?"
"It's a call to my ex" she smirked, "and yes, this is the perfect time"
He grinned at her thought process, reaching over to the bedside table of the crappy motel they were in, passing her his cellphone, "wouldn't facetime be better?"
"I like the way you think" she winked, starting to circle her hips again slowly, revolving them against his and he shuddered, reaching up to grab her waist and thrust up into her.
"Fuck, you're good" he murmured breathlessly, biting down hard on his bottom lip – sexy as fuck by the way – and let out a low groan, "you're the best screw I've ever had"
She grinned at the compliment, tightening her legs around his hips and slowly working him inside her, "yeah, I know" and with that she diverted her attention to the cell phone, opening up facetime and typed in Stiles' number, letting her long wavy hair frame her face as she gently upped the speed of her hips, a low moan of pleasure building in the back of her throat.
"This guy-oh god…" Mr handsome cut himself off suddenly, throwing his head back into the pillows and letting his nails sink into her sink, "he must've really done you over huh?"
"Oh… you have no idea" she whispered, stopping the circling to push herself up along his length and back down, biting the inside of her cheek at the feelings of intense mind numbing pleasure searing through her body.
This. This is what she missed. The fun, the power, the toe curling pleasure she felt. She wanted this all the time, in fact it's all she wanted. Nothing else, just this. No strings attached, no feelings, emotionless sex.
The phone continued to ring as she held it up opposite her, her free hand sliding down her naked form to touch herself, her body buzzing with approval.
"Oh wow…" the guy whispered, bending his legs a little behind her so he could thrust deeply, "that's hot as hell"
She just shot him a smirk, admiring herself in the reflection of the phone, the tops of her breasts just barely visible, skin gleaming with sweat as her body rolled, her cheeks flushed. But it was then Stiles answered, his confused look filling up the screen.
"Hey baby" she greeted breathlessly, biting down on her bottom lip as devastating realisation crossed his features, "I just called to apologise for what happened in Mexico… I didn't mean to shout at you" she pouted playfully, "do you forgive me?"
She was sure she saw tears welling in his eyes, observing the way her body moved gracefully, small moans escaping her parted lips.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked helplessly, "why Kaylz?"
She started circling her hips again, grinding down hard against the guy and he just let out a low groan, one hand inching down to grab her ass and the other to cup her breast, probably just because Stiles could see, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.
"Why did you get your dick out and almost fuck that chic?" she shrugged, moving her free hand up her body to run through her sweaty hair, breathing rate increasing, "because I'm incredibly horny and this guy – oh sorry, what's your name?"
"S-Stuart"
"Stuart" she smirked at Stiles, picking up the pace a little "he was alone at this bar, all tall dark and handsome and I just thought he would be a good fuck. And I was right" she let out a shuddering breath, tilting her head back a little as he pulled her hips down, thrusting deep, "he is a good fuck Stiles and he's making me feel so damn good" she giggled, shaking her long hair out, "are you jealous yet?"
And Stiles just tightened his grip around the phone, struggling for air as he watched her lust filled eyes gleam at him in amusement, slowly twisting the phone around so it was pointing through the darkened room and he could see the outline of a bare body melting into the mattress, the guys face screwed up in pleasure as he grabbed at her desperately.
"Now now Stiles, don't be rude" he heard her chastise off camera, "say hi to my new friend"
But he couldn't speak, his body freezing as panic gripped his chest, his heart breaking apart into a million pieces yet again, forced to watch as the girl he loved, the one he had gotten back but still lost, fall into the arms of another guy and have heartless, meaningless sex, a stark contrast to their own which was so full of passion and love.
The guy opened his eyes, grinning at the camera before he reached up and pulled Kayla down, her letting out a small sound of surprise and he flipped them over, the phone jostling about against bare bodies and screwed up covers before it finally settled on them making out, the guy moving quickly and aggressively on top.
He felt sick to the stomach, all his energy draining from him but he couldn't look away, he just couldn't, not really grasping what was happening.
"No… not yet" Kayla murmured against his lips as she felt Stuart start to shudder on top, his mouth grazing along her cheek to kiss her neck, "don't come yet, just a few seconds longer"
He groaned loudly, slamming his hands into the mattress on either side as she bit her lip and threw her head back, scratching her nails down his bare back as she felt that inhuman pleasure and bliss settle over her body, power soaring through her veins.
This is what she was born to do. It was in her genes. A seductress and, to be honest, it was wasted on Stiles. On one person.
She moaned in contentment, sighing as his body – slick with sweat – rolled off hers and collapsed onto the bed, totally breathless.
"Damn girl… that really was the best lay ever"
She sucked in a deep breath, smirking to herself at the accomplishment before rolling onto her side, straightening out the phone and cocking a brow at the camera, blowing some stray sweaty hair away from her face as Stiles gazed at her, totally crushed.
"So Stiles…" she purred, snorting as a single tear etched its way down his cheek, his hands shaking, a panic attack beginning to take hold, unable to get the image of their bare bodies moulding together out of his head, sadness and jealousy grabbing a hold and not letting go, remembering how he touched her, how he kissed her, the way she looked so pleased with herself, "do you hate me yet?"
A/N) OOOOOOOOOOOOH DAMNNNNNNNN that's all I have to sayhaha but she is a seductress so that was bound to happen lol but at least she killed that pervert guy thats a plus huh? ha but I promise things will work out haha so please please review, I know you all probs hate me by now (I hate me a little) but it had to be done hahaha see ya real soon peeps xx