Chapter Four: B&E's

"Dream till I'm dead then set me on fire

Flames and the smoke keep taking me higher.

Love and pretend, we'll soon be expired.

(And we were not made for this)

We would be not made for this world."

Not Made For This World - Tove Lo


I awoke the next day tucked under the animal print blanket. The scent of peaches surrounded me. It must be what Erica smelt like. Crawling out of bed I dug through my luggage bag and pulled out a set of clean clothes. I decided to just exchange my dirty undergarments for clean ones, but slipped the used jeans back on. Then I tossed on a gray tank and maroon cardigan. Making my way into the bathroom I brushed my teeth, I made sure to leave it on the edge of the sink this time instead of putting it back in my bag; that would save me a trip from rushing back and forth.

Derek was downstairs at the table reading a book. Isaac and Peter were nowhere, thankfully. Not that Isaac bothered me, but he was always winking those pretty sky blue eyes. And no matter how "pretty" I thought they were, I still thought it was weird.

I watched as Derek's head lifted at my footsteps. My mind wandered back to the night before how I had broke down in front of Derek. Feeling embarrassed I almost ran back into Erica's bedroom, but I really didn't want to be in there either. Plus, he clearly heard me.

"Morning Lilly," Derek greeted. He put a bookmark in the crease and shut the book before turning to watch me finish my journey down the stairs. "You look much better."

And I did. The purple bags under my eyes weren't as deep and I had decided it would be a good idea to apply some makeup to make me look somewhat human. Since apparently I'm not. And my hair looked silky without all the dust and grime in it.

I decided on curling up on the couch. There was a small pillow that matched the exterior and I brought it against my chest in a death grip. "Do you mind explaining what an Alpha is? And Beta's?"

"We have the basic structure of an actual wolf pack." He scratched at the scruff on his jaw, eyes lingering over my face. "There is an Alpha, the leader. Beta's are more so your average wolf and then there are Omega's, who are the lowest of the group. These can be the weaker in the group or potentially a wolf that attempted to battle the Alpha and lost."

I cocked a brow processing his explanation. "A group of Alpha's kidnapped your Beta's? How does that work?"

"Apparently there is some form of a leader."

"How does that work if they are all leaders?"

He shrugged. "All I know is someone is the leader."

"I don't get it." He sighed, but I carried on. "And you are Isaac's Alpha?"

He nodded. "Yes. Isaac, Erica, and Boyd."

"How about those other two?"

"Scott and Stiles? No."

"Huh," I frowned. "What about humans and such?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are only wolves allowed in packs? Or what about humans? Or other beings?"

"A pack is not only made up of wolves. They are whomever we share close bonds with."

"So, that means you are my Alpha then?"

Derek raised his brows. Tilting his head to the side he stared at me silently for a long moment. His expression reminded me of a puppy. Like, when you try and talk to a dog and they just cock their head to the side as if they are trying to comprehend what you're saying, but they don't speak human so they are thoroughly confused.

"I'm not a very good Alpha," Derek grumbled eventually. I shrugged. That didn't answer my question, but I wasn't going to press it. "We need to discuss what we are going to do with you."

I stuck out my lower lip. "Oh, okay."

"We need to enroll you into school. You won't be able to use your father's last name. But since we have your birth certificate we will be able to enroll you as Lillian Hale."

School had been the last thing on my mind. "Shouldn't I be on the D.L. I did kinda flee the state."

"I figure your farther had papers made for you under Lillian Spencer. Therefore, they would have you listed under those records. No one was able to trace you from Beacon Hills when you were... kidnapped. So he had given you a false identity. And the fact he had a backup plan to send you here if anything happened to you gives me the impression you wouldn't be easily traced."

"Do I have to go back to high school? What about transcripts and things like that?"

Derek nodded. "Easily forgeable."

"Cool, a family full of criminals and false identities. It's a teenagers dream come true."

He rolled his eyes. "If you are going to be staying under my care you are going to school. Isaac, Erica, and Boyd do as well."

I huffed childishly. Was it so much that I hoped I'd never have to go back to school again? All the stress I was currently under and then homework?

"You should make a list of anything you need. School supplies, personal items, and any food requests. We will go into town when we have time to pick everything up."

"Fine." I stuck out my tongue.

Derek stood from the table and headed into the kitchen. Opening the fridge he rummaged through the contents noisily. "What do you want for breakfast? We have bacon."

I snorted, "I guess bacon."

"We also have eggs."

"Make me scrambled eggs and bacon then."

"Make you..." Derek repeated the words slowly. As if it had been the first time in his life he had ever been ordered something.

"Yeah, make me! Do it for me, please."

He opened his mouth as if he was going to argue, but just pulled out the carton of eggs and bacon. I smiled triumphantly as he started cooking my breakfast. A sleepy Isaac appeared on the foot of the stairs, blue eyes droopy with exhaustion.

"What are you cooking?" He asked, stretching his arms high over his head. I pretended not to notice the sliver of skin that exposed his abdomen.

"Bacon and eggs for that monster."

"Monster?" Isaac glanced at me with a smirk. "She doesn't look like a monster. Actually looks the opposite of a monster."

Derek paused his cooking to shoot the teenager a stern glare. Isaac's hands were held up sheepishly and he shot me a wink when Derek returned to making my breakfast. I tried to ignore the blush that tinted my cheeks. I didn't really get a chance to socialize with boys much growing up. I actually had been going to an all girls school since as long as I can remember. And work, well I was too busy working to really think of boys. All my free time was spent with Dad; the only man in my life that had mattered. Now he was... gone.

There was a steaming plate of bacon and eggs held out for me, I sprinted from the couch to the table hungrily. I loved B&E's. Derek sat down in his original seat and picked up the book, flipping to the page he left off on.

Isaac pouted from behind me at Derek. "What about me?"

"Make yourself something." He received a pointed look from his Alpha.

"You made Lilly food."

"And I'm telling you to make your own." Derek rolled his eyes.

"Sorry Isaac, I'm a princess."

"Princess?" He snickered. "Is that so?"

"Yep!" I took a bite from my bacon. "That's what Dad called me."

And the piece of bacon stilled in my hand. My hunger slowly faded at the sorrow that filled me to the core. Dad would call me his little princess. I'd always been spoiled with attention from him, being the only child. But I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want to think about him anymore. I shoved the bacon in my mouth in an effort to avoid my growing emotions.

"What time are Scott and Stiles coming over?" Isaac asked as he started to cook himself breakfast.

Derek sighed. "A couple hours. Aren't you supposed to be at school, Isaac?"

He smirked with a shrug. "Overslept?"

I pictured the two brunettes from yesterday morning. "Are Scott and Stiles the two guys that were at your old house?"

"Yes."

"You hang out with a lot of teenagers," I pointed out. Derek scowled while Isaac broke into a fit of giggles. "Just an observation."

"Teenagers are easier to turn."

I raised a brow. "Turn?"

"The bite," Derek set down the book once more. "Only a bite from an Alpha can turn someone into a werewolf. However, the bite can kill if a human's body can't handle the transformation. Teenagers have less chance dying. And I needed a pack."

My eyes scanned Isaac warily. "Did you give them a choice?"

"Yeah he did," Isaac spoke up. The tone was one of someone defending another. It kind of surprised me how instantly he backed Derek up. "All of us had a choice."

Hours later the two teens known as Scott and Stiles showed up. One had shorter espresso colored hair with a gentle, yet serious, expression on his face. The later was a tad taller, a bit lankier, with wide whiskey colored eyes that darted around and messy chocolate locks. I wasn't entirely sure which one was who. Their eyes roamed Derek's lair, ahem "home," until their eyes fell on me. I waved from where I sat on the couch. The taller one returned the gesture, a quirky smile falling on his lips.

"Stiles, Scott," Derek said lowly, providing the one who waved at me an irritated stare. "What's the plan?"

The two walked over to the table and spread out a map. I stayed on the couch not wanting to get involved with the B&E they were intending on doing. When I said I loved B&E's it was only related to bacon and eggs. Honestly, I wouldn't be much help anyway. I would probably just cause more problems. Probably drop to the ground in a fetal position and cry while a werewolf ate me alive.

I propped the book on my knees Peter had given me after breakfast. He said I should read it to learn about my "heritage." In all, it was a book on incubi and succubi; very detailed mythology based upon them. They actually didn't seem as awful, being demons and all that jazz. Most of what Peter had said was in the book; including the wings.

A succubus in "true form" will have two horns atop their head that are supposedly hard as steel. Adorned with a black tail and black wings, but these are only founded on the highest levels. I guess having wings might be fun...

The most terrifying part is that the draining souls thing was true too. It states that when the powers emerge the first people a succubus will attack is someone who has emotionally hurt them. Typically a succubus first attack will not kill the victim, instead it will transform them into a being similar to a succubus (or incubus if they are male). However, the succubus will feel such a deep pain from how terrible this person has hurt them in the past that it will stop them from completely eating the victim. This leaves the victim with a corrupt soul, which sounded quite sad. It states that the only different from a Succubus and these beings are that the beings cannot control their powers and any kiss will be a kiss of death. Note to self: don't corrupt someones soul. Although, it did say that succubus can learn to control their urges to where they can chosen to eat souls, corrupt them, or leave them intact.

Furthering that, succubus can also live their entire life without eating a single soul (at least something was working in my favor). This is only possible if they can create their own energy, which as a result they wouldn't need to eat souls. But apparently it's extremely rare since succubus powers range from their emotions. So, if a Succubus were to get upset in their human form, their succubus form will take over and kill the person that upset them. Great, I am going to become a hormonal sociopath that eats peoples souls. Life goal accomplished.

Actually, succubi kind of sound bad ass. Minus the whole seductive thing. Which baffled me because I was the most sexually inexperienced person I know. Like how in the world was I a sexual demon. No way. I hadn't even kissed a boy before.

I looked up from my book when I noted the taller teen started to raise his voice. His tone sarcastic as he spoke to Derek. "Okay. Okay big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf." Derek held out a fist and the kid nodded sarcastically. "Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this?-" He held his hand flat a few inches from Derek's very large fist. "That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-" And Derek punched his fist into his hand.

A squeak erupted from me at the pure force. The boy slammed his other hand on the table, then clutched his stinging hand to his chest. I leapt up from the seat and let my eyes shift from all the men in the room.

"He can do it!" The boy groaned loudly. I met his gaze and he winced at me.

Derek looked pleased with himself. "I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?"

I took a step towards the hissing boy. Touching his shoulder gently he turned to me with wide eyes. "You okay?"

He nodded, his face scrunched in pain. "Um, yeah, perfect! Just, you know, got punched by a werewolf."

"Let me see?" I held out a hand. He carefully placed his throbbing fist in my palm and I rubbed the sore area gently. His palm was red and would definitely bruise. My finger tips grazed the skin soothingly. His eyes bore into mine and his jaw was slacked while he watched me. I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed it gently. Something Dad had always done to me when I bruised myself as a child. "Feel better?"

He gaped. "Ye-yeah much better."

Stepping back, I turned to Derek and Peter who apparently were in the midst of an argument. My uncle sneered, "Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alpha's. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." Really? Was he really suggesting that Derek leave his two... Beta's, or whatever, behind?

"Could someone kill him again, please?" The bruised hand boy said with a hand motion towards Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk."

After another few minutes of debating, Derek and the shorter teen (who I discovered was Scott) had agreed to go in search of this Alpha pack. That left Peter, the other boy (Stiles), and me at Derek's home. Peter resided to taking my previous seat on the couch while I nosily poked around the blue prints for the bank. Stiles shifted around Derek's apartment also poking at random things in interest.

His whiskey eyes kept finding me, at first I pretended not to notice. But after he stopped to stare at me for the millionth time I matched his stare with a grin. "Hey."

He jutted out his chin awkwardly. "Sup."

"Stiles, right?" His head bobbed with confirmation. "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Um, what? I'm not looking at you." I giggled because he was definitely currently staring at me. "I mean, I'm looking at you now, but I wasn't before."

"You've been stalking her like a hawk for the past ten minutes Stiles," Peter's tone was bored from his spot on the couch.

"I was not stalking," Stiles choked out. "I was... observing."

I chuckled, "Observing, huh? And what did you observe?"

"I-I um, yeah, I don't know."

"Do you have something you wanted to ask me? I can see it eating at you. You look like someone who's dying to ask a question."

"Okay." Stiles moved standing across from her, the table separating them. "Your name is Lillian Hale."

"That's what my birth certificate says... My real one anyway."

"How are you related to...?" He pointed at Peter on the couch. "And Derek?"

"That guy is my uncle-" Peter winked at Stiles, who paled at the action. "Derek is my... he's my brother."

"Oh."

I cocked my head. He appeared torn between running in fear and confusion. "Oh?"

"Yeah, um, oh."

"Huh, okay. You're very loquacious."

"Your brother hates me," he blurted, hand scratching the back of his head.

"Derek seems like the kind of guy that doesn't enjoy many people's company."

Stiles glanced at Peter with a scowl. "And I hate your uncle."

"Not many people seem to like him, so I'm not surprised."

"Really Stiles? You have always been my favorite," Peter mockingly pouted.

A sarcastic smile was provided to Peter from Stiles. I leaned on my elbows as Stiles averted his gaze to the window. His shoulders tensed. "I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked."

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you up when it's over."

Peter was ignored.

Stiles sighed, "Do you think Erica is really dead?"

He sounded like he knew her too. I wonder how deep all their relationships were; with Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Peter and now this Erica and Boyd. Were they all friends? Enemies? Frenemies? Sexual partners? Was it like some orgy cult thing? Would I become their leader as succubus?

Peter rolled his brilliant eyes. "You really think I care?"

I zoned out while Peter and Stiles continued to bicker. My mind warping around how I had run from home in an effort to escape death only to become further imbedded in it. Maybe our family was cursed. And to discover that my father seduced a woman to impregnate her to produce demon offspring? I couldn't believe it. But the book said that most succubi and incubi lived normal lives, almost unknowing to the world around them what they truly were. And clearly Dad had many secrets or someone wouldn't have sought to kill him.

Once more I was brought back to Stiles and Peter, who were now freaking out. Stiles scrambled over to where I stood by the table and was bustling through the blue prints excitedly. He pointed an aggressive finger on a section with some scribbles. "There, that's it!"

"Hecatolite," Peter's voice was soft.

"Is that awful?" Stiles eyes darted from Peter's to mine, like I knew what the hell was going on. "That sounds awful."

"Get them on the phone Call them. NOW!" He barked.

Stiles started searching in his maroon pockets for his cell. "Okay, why?"

"Because Boyd and that girl aren't going to kill each other. They are going to kill Scott and Derek." A worried stare crossed Stiles face. He dialed Scott's number and held the phone to his ear. "Tell them that hecatolite is a mineral that scatters the moonlight. They have missed three full moons. Three, their bloodlust is going to be unimaginable."

"Scott! Scott!" Stiles voice shook with nerves. "No, listen to me, okay? Look, you have to get out of there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight..." he paused. "Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months."

Peter growled, "Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."

My breath hitched. I didn't really comprehend the full extent of what was going on, but everyone was tense and worried. I didn't want to find my long lost brother dead. I just found out I had living family, a family I hadn't known existed until yesterday.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger..."

My uncles voice rose a few octaves. "More save, more bloodthirsty, Scott, they're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum."

"Scott? Scott? Scott?" Stiles hectic voice called into the phone. He was met with the dial tone. Bringing the device down he looked up at Peter, fear etched in every fiber of his being.

I reached up a hand to Stiles shoulder and squeezed gently. He blinked at me, eyes unfocused. I provided him a reassuring smile and he blew out a deep breath. The words were forced and I knew from experience were most likely false, but I said them anyway, "They will be okay."

"Yeah..." His voice was breathless, whiskey eyes glassy as he met my stare. "Okay."

I glanced at Peter who was watching the interaction with a cocked bro. A smirk replaced his momentarily worried face. Retracting my hand from Stiles shoulder I quickly fisted it behind my back, the teen shook his head as if coming out of a daze.

Peter strolled away, a knowing look on his oh so condescending face. I'm not sure what that was about, but it still made me roll my eyes (and think thoughts of punching his face in). The teen still held the phone up to his eyes, boring a hole through it as if he could force Scott to magically call with his stare.

My eyes roamed the moles that littered his cheeks and neck, his pink pouty lips, cute upturned nose, and his expressive large brown eyes... wait, cute? Well, I mean he was cute. I just didn't think I personally had the word in my vocabulary. Sure, I mean, I thought guys were cute. I'm human, well er- I guess not, but I've never found a guy cute that actually interacted with me. Other than an occasional customer at my job or maybe somebody who I worked with on a project at school. I never had time for anyone. But this, what this kid and I were going through, was more intimate than anything. And I didn't even know him and I thought he was cute. Sure, maybe I thought Isaac was kind of cute too, but he always winked at me. I don't like being winked it. It's kind of creepy.

Stiles brows furrowed and I realized he was watching me watch him. Like full on ogle him as if he were a piece of moist chocolate cake, which sounded really great right now. And less awkward, definitely less awkward. I felt the heat travel from my neck to my cheeks in a slow burn. And then I could feel him, literally feel his... I'm not even sure what it was, but he was starting to smile slightly.

An awkward giggle escaped me and I wanted to punch myself in the throat. "Um..." He licked his lips asI asked nervously, "Are you... a werewolf, too?"

Stiles laughed as if the idea of him being a werewolf was ridiculous. "No, I'm a human. Are you a werewolf?"

"Nope..."

"Cool."

We both smiled shyly.

"I think I am going to puke," Peter groaned loudly. I twisted my body to shoot him a deep glare.

A shrill sound came from Stiles hand, he raised a brow at the name on the screen. He answered the call, "Hey Lydia, what's up?" His eyes bulged at whatever this Lydia person said. Was this the same Lydia that woke up my uncle? "A what? Okay, just text me where you are I'll be there in like ten minutes!" Rounding on Peter and me, his arms flailed wildly. "Lydia just found a dead body."

My eyes bugged. "Dead... body?"

"Huh," Peter sounded impressed.

"I'm going to go," Stiles started to rush towards the door. When he entered the elevator and the door began to close at the last possible moment Stiles stuck a hand out to stop it. He gave me a sheepish grin. "Ahhh, Lilly, it was really nice to meet you, again."

Blushing, I beamed. Despite the fact he just used the words 'dead body' seconds ago, there was something about this boy I couldn't quite put my finger on. "It was nice to meet you too Stiles. I have a feeling we will be seeing each other soon."

"I- yes... Because of Derek and Scott. I'll be looking forward to it."

"Me too."

The elevator closed. I tried to calm down the sudden need to freak out like a girl. Where in the world was this coming from? I frowned.

Peter clapped his hand. He bore a smirk so deep I imagine someone might wear it if they won the Olympic Gold Metal or just got laid. But his words made my stomach drop. "Well, Lillian, it looks like you might be seeing your true self rather soon."


A bit more insight into Lilly and her interaction with Stiles! Warning though, even if this is a Stiles centered love interest IN THE END, that doesn't mean some odd things might happen between then ;) hehe.

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