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Stiles.
I'm back.
You didn't think you could get rid of me so easily now did you?
Leave me alone!
Do you really think that Peter loves you?
No.
It must have been a joke.
Probably.
Just like you.
I don't care. Just leave me alone.
Do you think you can save the girl?
I can try.
Skinny, defenseless Stiles.
...
Well, not really that skinny anymore. Isn't that right?
Ill keep her safe.
She's going to die, Stiles...
And it will be ALL. YOUR. FAULT!
Do you know what you are Stiles?
What?
Do you know what you are?
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"Victoria! Come push me on the swings!"
A redheaded little girl around five years old laughed merrily as she swung back and forth on the ancient tire swing. She willed her feet to flap as fast and as hard as they could, like a newborn bird trying to fly.
"Come push me, Victoria!" She laughed. And despite how much Victoria loathed her sister at times she had to admit that the sound of Emily's laughter was a truly melodious sound.
The girl in question was studiously reading an old leather bound book while reclining against an old tree in the lifeless meadow.
There was a legend surrounding the place. She'd heard the grownups refer to it as the Fire Meadow. Her mother had told them the stories nearly every night, about the terrible Dragon that inhabited the moor. It was lonely, he mother had said, and because of that the dragon breathed it's terrible fire so nothing would ever grow.
She'd had to admit that she felt sorry for the creature, if it even existed. It must be hard being surrounded by so much beauty and life if you had none.
She sighed in annoyance,pressing her back firmly against the tree as if the brittle bark could block her from her younger sisters view. She allowed herself a breath of relief as Emily was distracted in her endeavor by a crimson butterfly that'd flown by her dirty face and wandered off into a nearby thatch of bushes. Absentmindedly keeping an ear out for Emily, Victoria's attention shifted back to her book, her mind quickly devouring the swashbuckling adventures of her most favorite by, Peter Pan.
After what seemed just mere seconds, Victoria realized she could no longer hear the childish giggles and clumsy shuffling of Emily playing. In fact, there were no more sounds at all besides the muted trickling of the nearby crook, and the faint buzz of mosquitoes. Abruptly dropping her worn storybook onto the still damp grass, the nine year old ran down the steep trail leading to the edge of the meadow where she had last heard her sibling. Slipping and sliding on stray pebbles and tangles of gnarled weeds, Victoria hurtled herself towards the wood, adrenaline and a deep sense of not-quite-right driving her to run faster than she ever had in her entire life.
When she reached the thatch of trees, Victoria glanced to and fro looking for a sign of where her sister had been.
"Emily!" She cried, "Em, this isn't funny! Come out now! Your going to get us in trouble!"
"VICTORIA!"
Victoria startled at the sound and staggered towards her sisters piercing shriek of fear. She let out a small cry as her left foot plunged into the thick mud of a river bank she had failed to notice in the midst of her desperarity.
Victoria grunted and buried her hands into the muck, violently pulling and clawing at her leg in an attempt to free herself from what she now discovered was quick sand. With a triumphant cry she managed to yank her foot out of her boot, lip curling in disgust as she took in the sludged remains of her pink sock.
She leapt over the little river, dashing into the grove towards the direction she was sure Emily's scream had come from. The trees broke into a small clearing. Victoria skidded to a stop. Her sister was still no where to be found. The only thing in the clearing was a steaming pile of... what exactly was that anyway? Thoughts of her sister momentarily forgotten she inched closer to the smoldering pile, the curls of smoke obscuring the curious object. Her heart sank as the thick stench of cooked flesh assaulted her nostrils. Nonononononono... god, please, please, don't be her. Unfortunately, the charred white daisy shorts and flame licked red hair was unmistakable.
Mind reeling, she swayed and collapsed to her knees in grief.
"Emily?" She choked, groaning in disbelief. "Em... you have to get up. W-we gotta go home."
Receiving no answer, Victoria began to shake in disbelief and shock, mind unable to process the scene in front of her.
"Emily! Please! WAKE UP!"
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"Stiles, can I talk to you for a minute?"
The Sheriff had spent most of the night passed out in his favorite arm chair. Of course this was after after downing a bottle of wine after he got off from his shift. His back was aching from spending so many hours in such an uncomfortable position, and, as a result, he wasn't really in the best mood. He did, however, attempt to put on a brave, sober face in the presence of his teenage son.
Stiles paused in the middle of messing with his phone. John had no idea why teenagers were so fond of those things. In his opinion, his mobile was only useful for calling or messaging his son.
"S-sure, Dad. Knock yourself out."
"Is-has something been bothering you lately?" John stuttered under the criticizing, I'm-so-done eyes of his son. He didn't mean to bother him, but he really felt like something was up with the boy. "You've been... acting a little "off"for the past few weeks."
"I'm fine, Dad, it's nothing." Stiles rolled his eyes, yanking his school bag over his shoulder. . He seemed tense, like he couldn't wait to escape the Sheriff's prying eyes.
"Stiles. You haven't been eating as much lately, you're loosing a... decent amount of weight. And I'm not sur-" John was cut off mid-sentence as Stiles merely gave him a quick squeeze on the shoulder and left the house. Was it something he said?
God sometimes John really wished that Claudia had never found that egg.
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Decent amount? Decent!? God! How fat had be been before?
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The death of Emily June Valance had been the most talked about tragedy for weeks after it happened. The women of New Orleans flocked over to the Valances' home in the bayou, all hoping to get some juicy gossip out of the distraught mother of now only four children. The mothers squealed in delight as Mable Valance spilled her secrets drunkenly over poorly made casserole. Her most popular admission was that she believed Victoria was responsible for her youngest daughters death. She spouted wild claims of her daughter being a witch and Victoria had heard every harsh word her mother had spoken about her.
The girl often cried night after night, sure that it was only a matter of time before her mother kicked her out or shot her and hid her body in the swamp. Her remaining siblings treated her with thinly veiled disdain. She didn't have a friend left in the world and Victoria thought that things couldn't get much worse.
She was wrong.
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"Stiles!" Neo called "Peter's here for you!"
Stiles swallowed nervously. He couldn't do this. Like at all. Who the hell invented dances anyway? God he cleaned up well, but was it really enough for Peter? The teen couldn't say he loved the older man, not even in his head. Regardless of how he really felt he was afraid to fall in love again.
He had no idea how things were going to work out between him and the older Hale, he didn't even know if any of the bullshit Peter was feeding him was true. Could he ever love Peter? Tears burned behind his hazel eyes, threatening to spill over. Stiles wiped his nose viciously. He would not cry. He was stronger than that.
"Stiles?" Neo knocked tentatively on her bedroom door. The gang had decided they'd get ready over at her house because Stiles really didn't want to have anything to do with the Sheriff at the moment. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"
"S-sure go ahead." The teen stammered, knees knocking together. The dark skinned girl walked in slowly, smiling fondly at the jittery form of her friend. The stench of nervousness was dripping out of his pores, leaving a thick stench of ripe cherries in the air.
"Oh Stiles." Neo crooned pulling the mole ridden boy into a tight embrace. "Why are so you afraid?"
"H-He, what does he want from me Neo?"
"What?" She frowned in concern, Peter absolutely adored Stiles. Why couldn't he see that?
"I can't Neo. I can't go through another Derek. I don't have much fight left in me. I-I'm spread thin. I can't give any more."
"Stiles. Peter adores you. And you don't have to fall in love with him over night, but he most definitely loves you. He doesn't mind waiting. And if you really wanted nothing to do with him he's leave you alone."
"But why me?" Stiles sighed gaze drifting towards Peter's expensive car parked in front of the Danton household. He was most likely listening to their entire conversation.
"Because your smart, and funny, you like curly fries, your eyes twinkle when your happy, and you've got the cutest little moles." Neo took a breath "Stiles you are a beautiful person, and I just want to thank you for being my friend."
The boy trembled, tears finally spilling over and he broke into a fit of ugly sobs. He dry heaved and wailed into Neo's shoulder covering her shirt in snot and tears.
God you are pathetic.
Please stop.
What the hell is wrong with you?
I don't know.
Blubbering into her shirt like a little brat.
I can't stop.
Keep it up and she'll leave you.
Don't go.
Everyone always leaves don't they Stiles?
Yes.
"I'm sorry, I c-can't believe you. I can't."
"Why don't you just talk to him?" Neo asked. "You'll ride with Peter to the Dance and I'll ride with Maverick, Orion, Liam, and...Isaac." She rubbed his back soothingly slightly. They stayed there sitting on Neo's bedroom floor, holding each other until Stiles couldn't cry anymore.
"What if he tells me something I don't want to hear?" Stiles said brokenly. "What if he tells me the truth?"
"Well, that's a chance your just going to have to take."
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The boy should be his.
In the dark recesses of his mind Derek supposed that he could have been wrong. But he didn't want to be. He snarled smashing the bathroom mirror to pieces, he was tired of looking at himself. Nothing felt right anymore.
The Alpha, disoriented and loose limbed lumbered over to his bedroom where Victoria was waiting for him. She smiled sweetly clutching a cup of tea between her fingers. She was beautiful, but she would never be the boy he wished was in his bed.
As if she could hear his thoughts, her grin slowly morphed into a dark scowl. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're acting different."
He flopped down onto his mattress and nearly toppled the red head over in the process. He replied with a noncommittal grunt. "You speak as if you ever truly knew me in the first place."
"That human...this is about him isn't it?"
"Leave him out of this."
"You don't actually think-? God you really believe that child is your mate?"
"I don't think I know."
Victoria laughed. "Your delusional."
"And your pathetic."
"Excuse me?"
Derek shifted slightly grunting as his back cracked in the process. "You still have feelings for me after all these years?" Victoria knocked him off the bed, flinging his body into the mahogany dresser. Derek recovered quickly from the impact, springing back up and grabbing Victoria by the throat. He snarled dragging her over to the wall, his claws dug into her throat. The sickly sweet scent of blood permeating the air.
"H-How could I forget you?" She rasped. "Your Grandfather took me in, he was the one who-"
She stumbled as he unclasped his hand from around her throat. "Stop bringing up the past Victoria. I told you I would help you. And then your gone."
"I'll never stop loving you." She smiled, massaging her neck as it began to heal itself. She pushed him onto the bed, crawling seductively up into his lap. "Use me Derek." Her red lips glistened in the afternoon light, smoky scent of arousal drifted into the Alpha's nose."I'll never be what you want, but i'll never stop being what you need."
"Your sick." She removed her tank top, breasts covered in a black lacy bra. He ran his hands up her thin pale frame, square hands digging into her hips.
"Tell me what you want."
"Stiles."
"Close your eyes."
"I don't want you."
"I know."
Even if the boy wasn't his, well he could always pretend.
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"Sooo. Your in love with my sister?" Maverick smirked, laughing at Isaac's red face.
"Um no?"
"Oh really? Because if the answer is no i'd have to murder you. And i'm very good at hiding dead bodies."
"Maverick?"
"Yes sister dear?"
"Can you come here for a second?" Neo asked sternly, eyes locked with Maverick's own. The older sister rolled her eyes and followed Neo into the kitchen and out the back door. "What do you want?"
"I don't think you should come."
"What? Why the fuck not?!"
Neo swallowed thickly, she hated arguing with Maverick but she really didn't think this was the best idea. "I don't think-"
"What you don't think Ah can handle it?!" She growled. "Ah haven't transcended in years! Ah'm perfectly under control!"
Neo looked down at Maverick's hands. Wisps of flames flickering in and out between her calloused fingers. "Maverick, i'm not saying that your not in control."
"Then what the hell are you saying!?"
"I just don't want anyone else to get hurt."
"You think I'm not sorry?! That I don't regret-" She sucked in a breath, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly. She wouldn't hurt her sister. She wouldn't. "I was in a bad place. But i'm better now. I'm better."
"I want to believe you Maverick. I really do."
"You have no idea how it felt!" She slurred, spittle flinging from her bared fangs. "Being the monster everyone talked about. The star of every story! The main event of every nightmare! I was the plague that tore through the streets at night and stole children from their beds. I was the reason the crops didn't grow, why it didn't rain-" She gasped, struggling for air. "Why all the flowers died."
"..."
"Just give me a chance. Please."
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"Victoria, are you sure about this?" Derek questioned, glancing towards the window where Victoria had been conversing with two men near the street.
They had pulled up about an hour ago in a sleek black muscle car Derek couldn't help but admire. From what he had heard from the conversation the shorter man's name was Dean and the taller one was called Sam.
Apparently this was Sam's first time meeting Victoria and based on the look of things, he didn't approve of the familiarity she shared with the shorter hunter.
"Be quiet." The redhead murmured lowly, making sure that the hunters didn't catch her seemingly talking to herself. "Everything's going to work out fine."
Grunting in annoyance Derek stalked downstairs, knocking a depressed looking Scott out of the way. He was not looking forward to working with the hunters.
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Scott and Lydia shared an worried look. They glanced back out the window,taking in all the commotion coming from outside the loft.
The two hunters were pulling guns, salt, and other menacing looking equipment from their trunk. Victoria bounced between the two tall men, practically draping herself onto the shorter man. While the taller of the two looked on in annoyance. The blond man shrugged the red head off and handed her a large silver suitcase. They couldn't see what was inside from where they were looking, but it must have been something good. Lydia scoffed in disgust as Victoria squealed in delight at the contents of the case.
"Scott. What are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"SCOTT! Look at what they're pulling out of that car! They're not just trying to kidnap her, they're trying to kill her!" Lydia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Scott was supposed to be Stiles' best friend. Some friend he was.
She knew she had been a total bitch to Stiles and she felt awful about it. The boy had always been so nice to her, but she just couldn't stop treating him like shit. She had to make it up to him. They all did. "She's been a better friend to him then we have Scott. She makes him happy. We can't let that bitch take it away from him."
Scott sighed. He knew Lydia was right, but he was just so damn tired of fighting.
"So what do you suggest?"
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Stiles figited for the twentieth time as Peter drifted his car along the highway.
Peter sniffed the air cautiously, detecting the almost overbearing scent of agitation and anxiety wafting off of his mate. He wanted Stiles to be comfortable around him, and he knew that this would probably be his only chance to show Stiles that he meant business.
"Stiles?" The teen jerked slightly at the sound of his name, head swiveling towards Peter's as the stench of fear grew thicker. "Y-Yes?"
"Do you want to be here?" The older Hale made sure to keep an eye on both his mate and the road. He wanted to see the boys reaction to his question.
"Um, yeah I guess?"
"How do I make you feel Stiles?"
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How did he make him feel? What kind of question was that? Stiles didn't know how to respond to that.
What did the older man want him to say?
"I-I don't. What do you want me to say?" He stuttered, glancing over at Peter's relaxed form.
"Just. Whatever comes to mind." How did he feel about Peter? The man was beautiful, but Stiles still didn't love him. But Peter made him feel wanted. And that scared the teen more than he thought it should have.
"You...You make me feel lightheaded. L-Like there's not enough oxygen left in the room. And I can barely breathe when your near me."
"Stiles. You know that I have feelings for you right?" Peter looked over, a serious look darkening his usually sardonic features. "Your my mate."
"I didn't think you actually meant that." Stiles inhaled deeply. They were almost at the school, he could do this.
"What? Why would I lie about that?" Peter placed a calloused hand onto Stiles' thigh. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it.
Stiles shivered as a warm feeling spread through his body from where the older man was touching him. Peter's hand was unbearably hot on his thigh, and he whined as the rough palm trailed its way lazily up towards his torso. The older mans thick fingers massaged his taunt stomach, digging their way into his belly button. Peter sighed reverently, rubbing the sensitive skin in between his digits. The teen groaned lowly, caught up in the pleasurable motions that were all to new to his virgin body. "P-Peter! Don't touch me there!" Stiles wiggled away from Peter's touch. "Everyone tells lies."
The man slowed down, pulling the car over to a seemingly secluded spot near the parking lot. He turned his body towards the boy, giving his mate his full attention. "I don't lie."
Really? Was he serious?
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"Well I don't lie to you." Peter grinned. "Never have."
"I don't love you Peter, and even if I did i'm not ready for any of this" Stiles admitted. "I've never been in a relationship before. Iv'e never even had my first kiss!"
"Then kiss me."
"What?!"
"Kiss me, then if you don't like it, if you don't feel anything-. I'll leave you alone."
Was he insane? Kiss him?! Stiles didn't know the first thing about kissing. And even if he did, he was a little wary of the older man. Despite how pleasing his ministrations from earlier were, he wasn't planning on loosing his virginity tonight. But if he did kiss him, Peter would get over this whole random obsession he had with him and everything would go back to normal.
Stiles shook his head, eyes clenched shut. As if he could some how rattle all the foreign thoughts in his head around until they formed a solution that made sense. One that didn't involve this car ride ending with a kiss.
Unfortunately for him, when he opened them, Peter was inches away from his face. Stiles shook down to his boots as the older man's sweet breath drifted across his cheeks. He has freckles, Stiles thought dimly. The man was close enough that Stiles could count nearly all of his eyelashes, and the flecks of grey in his azure eyes.
Oh fuck it.
Stiles leaned in, biting his lush bottom lip. He inched closer until he was millimeters from Peter's thin lips, he glanced up at the man nervously.
He didn't think he could go through with this.
As if Peter could somehow hear his thoughts the older man shot forward, capturing the younger man in a soft but firm kiss.
Stiles moaned loudly as Peter's mouth swallowed up his desperate keens and cries. His mouth went slack as he allowed Peter's wet muscle to work its way over his gums, trail along his teeth, and twist itself around Stiles' tongue. It was a particularly hard suck that broke Stiles out of his pleasure induced coma, and not wanting to play the part of a dead fish, he snaked his tongue out and tentatively brushed it over Peter's. He smirked as the older man let out a rumbling growl. Apparently he wasn't as bad as kissing as he'd thought he'd be. They kissed for what seemed like hours and Stiles was finding it a bit hard to breathe, but he didn't want to pull away for a second. This was easily the hottest thing he'd ever done in his life, and he didn't want it to end over something as stupid asneeding air.
Peter pulled away, his lips were swollen and hot from the younger man's ministrations. Stiles whined at the loss of contact. He crawled into Peter's lap, attempting to lock lips with the werewolf again.
"Fuck Stiles." Peter groaned, avoiding the teens hungry lips. "You've gotta stop-"
Everything was hazy, he was seeing spots. Why had they done this in the first place?
And why didn't he want to stop?
"Why?" He breathed, trailing open mouthed kisses along the older mans jaw. "Why do you want to stop?"
"Because if you don't, i'm going to fuck you right here, right now."
Stiles gasped at Peter's admission, clawing his way out of the wolf's lap and into the passenger seat. "What?!"
"How did it feel Stiles?"
"...It felt...good. I-I liked it."
"So I guess this means I won't have to leave you alone after all." Peter smirked haughtily.
Oh good lord, what had he gotten himself into?
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Stiles really liked parties.
It was too much noise. Too many people bumping and grinding, you could get lost in the throng of bodies easily. It was complete chaos.
And Stiles loved it.
He weaved in and out of the sea of teenagers, trodding on a few toes as he fought valiantly to make his way towards the DJ stand. He was happy to see that Neo looked to be having a good time. He was nearly there when the asshole of the hour stopped him mid-step, almost causing him to break his neck in the process.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled over the music. "I know you don't want to talk to me right now-"
"Damn right I don't want to talk to you!" Stiles attempted to muscle his way past the teen wolf but was unable to detangle himself from the boys iron grip.
"Your my best friend Stiles!" Scott pleaded, turning on the puppy eyes. "Just give me a second to-"
"Fuck you!"
And with that Stiles lifted his leg and have the Beta wolf a fierce kick in the nuts. He smirked as Scott dropped to his knees, howling in pain. "Guess being a werewolf doesn't mean you have a super powered junk does it?"
He pushed his way onto the platform, nearly blinded by the luminescent ornery lights paired with her pulse pumping music that seemed to transform the entire room into one large heartbeat.
"How's it going!" He yelled over the beat. "Pretty good!" She grinned, a particularly thumping pulse driving the rowdy teens into a frenzy. "Would you mind taking over for a bit? I have to use the bathroom."
Okay no, red flag. There was no way in hell that was happening.
"No. No. No. NO. Your not going anywhere Missy!" If there was one rule Stiles followed it was the 'no splitting up' rule.
"But I have to go!" Neo whined.
"No you don't!" Stiles frowned. "Not today!"
"Ill only be gone for a second!" Neo whined. "Just let the music play until I get back. If something happens Ill yell and Isaac or Maverick will hear me. Okay?"
"You have exactly three minutes." Stiles fished his phone out of his pocket. "And I mean it. If your not back by then I'm calling Maverick."
Stiles was grateful Maverick agreed to come, they needed all the fire power they could get. He wasn't sure why she brought Orion along though. Neo insisted that the Asian boy could hold his own, and that he was quite formidable when he put his mind to it.
"Ill be right back I promise!" And with that, the girl disappeared into the crowd.
Stiles knew that this could only end one way.
Badly.
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Something wasn't quite right. Neo had scurried to the restroom, desperate to get back before Stiles called Maverick. She loved her sister to death but the darker skinned girl caused quite a scene whenever she went out in public. Neo didn't know if it was because Maverick had never quite caught on to social norms, or if she was purposefully obtuse because she thought making people uncomfortable was amusing.
Neo heard the footsteps before the dry feminine hand constricted around her throat. She growled throwing the woman over her shoulder, but not long after a prick of a needle worked its way into her exposed forearm. She grunted in pain as the sing of the needle was followed by an intense burning sensation that left her on her knees gasping for air. Her lungs felt like they were filled to the brim with cotton. She couldn't breathe, and she felt like lava was flowing through her veins. She was burning up from the inside out.
"I've got you now Bitch." Someone cackled.
And then the world went black.
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Dun dun dun!
What will happen next?!
Hell I don't even know!
Warning people are going to die in the next chapter! The group and the Winchesters are safe, but the Pack is going to loose some people.
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