Amaryllis Belladonna

Chapter VII : Just a little prick

Roll out the red carpet b*tches I'm back. You know whats hard? Not writing a story for almost two years and then trying to pick it back up and trying to find whatever train of thought you had like 2 years ago.


It moment that passed felt like a knife slowly getting inserted in the middle of her back. Stress and anxiety building on her shoulders and each hour that passes it keeps getting heavier and heavier. In a bowl she mixed all the liquids together and oiled her butterfly knives, each stoked with the clove that was drenched in the deadly liquid. The oil sheen bounced the lights from the windows and the reflection danced on the living room walls behind her. She had to be careful and not get a single drop on her skin, at least not until the liquid dries up. Laurel could feel her ears twitched a little when she heard the front door being unlocked. "Welcome home." She responded automatically in a monotone almost robotic tone.

"Getting ready for the big event?" Peter strolled in while placing their soon to be dinner on the kitchen counter. He watched as she carefully covered the blades and laid them down on a makeshift drying rack. "I got Chinese." Laurel took off her gloves and cracked her neck, "Ah, it sounds like my lovely fiancé is a bit stressed? Turn your back to me darling."

Without argument she turned her back, she felt as the sofa cushion next to her sunk in from her lover's weight. His hands wrapped them around her shoulders and slowly he began rolling her tense muscle in his hands. "It should be a few hours before I can handle them safely and from there it shouldn't be hard to find them."

Peter gave a good squeeze on her arms before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a nice embrace. "You don't know those kids like I do darling. They're like cockroaches, the more you try to more they appear. We have to plan this very carefully, don't want anything to happen to our little one."

"Do we… have to… kill them?" Peter emitted a deep growl from his chest, he wasn't going to lose what he worked so hard for. The gentle side of his lover was beginning to show itself, her softness is what drew him to her in the first place but now it was going to undo everything. "Malia will hate us Peter"

"All you need is a little prick. What did your cousin want?"

"Michael, wants the blood of the true alpha and your family blood. They won't stop until they get it because you know the Argents stubborn as hell." Peter lowered himself down and allowed Laurel to rest against him, "I never told you how we were related to the Argents did I?" She could feel the small movements from behind her as he shook his head. "Chris Argent and Kate Argent, they are my cousins. My mother and their father are siblings, making the head of the Argents my uncle. When my father found out I was pregnant with your child, a werewolf's seed in an Argent's womb, he knew they would come for me and he could not let that happen. My mother when she found out of course tried to kill me and that caused the divorce and-"

"Shhh, I know what happens after that. If I knew you were an Argent in the beginning-"

"You would have done what?"

"Pissed your mother off more if I had the chance."


It was asking a lot of a teen aged boy to have so many lives in the palm of his hands and from time to time it becomes a bit for lack of better terms out of hands. He was changing the water bowls for the animals at the vet clinic he worked at. Usually his boss, Deacon would be there for closing but this was the few times he was by himself tonight. While Scott was petting one of the dogs in his care fondly he heard the door bells go off. "Did I forget to lock it?"

"Just a bit," His weakly economic teacher stood in front of him, his was a bit torn whether or not for him to be on guard. "Relax I just want to talk Scott." She put up her hands and smiled meekly, "Honestly I just want to have a small chat with you and then I'll be on my way."

"Where is Peter?"

"Don't worry about Peter, he is the least of your worries trust me. How about I help you with your closing duties while we talk?"

Some time passed as they talked and now Laurel stood in front of the Alpha with her arms crossed over her chest. "Just a tiny prick is all it's going to take." Scott clenched his jaw and pulled up his sleeve, letting her pierce his skin. At first Scott started swaying back and forth, he placed his hands against the brick wall trying to keep himself up before he fell to his knees and then over on the cold cement floor. "I hope this works."