A/N: I am SOOOOOOO sorry about this late update! I live in Central Jersey, so we got hit pretty bad by Hurricane Sandy - You are now my least favorite character on Spongebob, Just Sayen' .. anyway, I lost my power, my heat, my cell phone signal, & about everything else you guys can think of. But yeah, one quick thing before I begin, my top reviewer, Gabe's-Girl-Forever, wrote an amazing little Teen Wolf series you guys should read, the order is: Wolfie Movies Stilinski Style!, Pack Meetings, & Howl of the Alpha. Go check'em out (;
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Chapter Seven: Halloween
"I don't see why I have to .." said Isaac, as he turned around to examine himself in the mirror. Natalie had made Isaac's Halloween costume for him, making him the Green Lantern, "This costume is awfully .." he continued, raising one eyebrow.
"Awfully …. What?" teased Natalie, as she admired Isaac's well-sculpted figure, "Awfully .. incredible? Awfully … tasteful? Awfully … spontaneous?" she whispered, playfully walking around Isaac as he continued his confused expression.
"Awfully … tight." He chuckled, turning to face her. He admired her lime-green eyes, as he looked deeply into them, "Why did you make this again?"
"Well .. you gave me a place to stay, I might as well pay you back somehow. I just couldn't have you buying your own Halloween costume when I could've made you your own. I mean, I don't wanna brag but I was gonna be a fashion designer." She beemed, "And I believe the costume is awfully … sexy."
Isaac felt his heart drop into his stomach a bit, he'd never been called sexy before, I mean some of the girls around school might've gawked a bit when he came back from his – absence. "Well, it came from .. a sexy girl, so I'm guessing it's only fair huh?" he winked, before putting on the black eye-piece. He walked out of the door, beckoning Natalie to follow.
"Fair Enough .." she said, raising an eyebrow at his comment before following him out of the door.
The afternoon air felt fresh, and autumn leaves coveted the ground in a beautiful way, as trick-or-treaters of all ages skewered the sidewalks and streets of Beacon Hills. Older teenagers were scaring younger children, and the occasional attractive female.
"It's crazy how Elena wants to change all of this .." Natalie began, looking around at all of the friends and family that were having a good time, "I mean, her original plan of coming here was for someone named Whittemore .. but when she saw how secluded and isolated this place was .."
"Whittemore? As in the lawyer family Whittemore?" Isaac pressed, gaining some newfound information for the pack might be useful in the upcoming events, "What would they want with them?"
"Well, it's not really them they want Isaac. It's their foster son, Jack? I think it was?" she said, shaking her head, "No, no. Maybe it was Jason? Jerry?" she continued, trying hard to concentrate on the name. The name in which Isaac already knew.
"Jackson .." he whispered, almost to himself, "What would they want with him? And did you say foster parents?"
"Yeah, Jackson! That was it, and I don't know really. Julian and Oktober were talking with Elena one night. It had something to do with him being some sort of creature."
"The Kanima." Said Isaac. It sounded more as a fact.
"Yeah, it's some reptilian humanoid that's extremely dangerous. Well, anyway .. Elena said that if she could control it, she'd be able to use it to her advantage as revenge on Jackson's real parents."
"Revenge? What Revenge?" Isaac asked, his facial expressions becoming more puzzled with each new addition to the information, "Just who are Jackson's real parents?"
"Jackson's father was the wolf who killed her family four years ago .." Natalie replied softly, "It was tragic really, but much of it was due to her family's complete lack of knowledge. One night, while they were out camping in the woods – Elena was in college at the time – and they were slaughtered by Jackson's father, who just happened to be hunting at the time. I mean really, on a full moon, you should even have the conscious of not going out. Anyway, Elena heard the news that … a 'pack of wolves' attacked her family, and her being the total psychotic but yet smart bitch she is, decided to do some research while she came to a conclusion. There are no wolves in California, ever. Then the night she was turned, she realized what killed her family, got some evidence that traced back to Jackson's family, and she's been hunting them ever since. Unfortunately, they're dead .. so I guess that's another thing that changed the overall plot she had to begin with."
Isaac's jaw dropped at the story Natalie told him. How could he be so naive? How could the pack not have dwelled deeper into Jackson's history. He knew why, because they didn't have someone like Natalie to help them. He stared at the girl in front of him, her long wavy hair that lengthened itself all the way down to her back, her strikingly pure lime-green eyes, her curvaceous figure, and her intelligence. They all made her something dangerous, something .. lustful. He turned her around, and stared deep into her luscious eyes.
"You don't realize how truly remarkable it is to meet someone like you. You've helped out so much, and even went against your own family to do what's right. All my life I feared my family, I feared my father, and even my brother, yet I could never have turned my back on them to leave the wrong, and live in the right. I didn't have the strength, but Natalie .. You have that strength, and the more time I spend with you, the deeper my feelings for you become." Isaac said, sighing at the end. He's held it in for about three weeks now, since Natalie moved into the guest-room in his home.
"Isaac, you've been more a help to me than I've been to you. Your words, they mean so much to me, I have feelings for you too .. I'm an Alpha who's been alone for so long, someone who hasn't even remembered how to handle society, someone who wanted to be alone, yet I feel so attracted to you. It's almost like I need you to breathe .. maybe .. maybe you're what I needed to fill the void of emptiness inside of me, you might just be … my mate." She said, saying the last part almost to herself.
"Well, let's not waste any more time today, come on .. let's go get some candy." He said, throwing her a wink. He grabbed her hand, as they interlocked fingers and walked down the street, ready to enjoy the rest of their Halloween night.
"Ok Dad, how do I look?" asked Allison, as she modeled her Halloween costume for her father, Chris Argent, who was sitting down on her bed with a look of strong disapproval, "It's not too much?"
Allison sported a skin tight leather outfit, with a tail poking out of the back and a pair of cat ears that popped out from her hair. She honestly felt uncomfortable, but the constant threatening glares she got from Lydia standing behind Chris told her to think otherwise.
"It's …" Chris began to say, but was abruptly cut off by Lydia, who had a huge rack of costumes behind her.
"Absolutely perfect!" she squealed, jumping for joy, "Scott's gonna love you in it, you look so hot!" she winked, her statement gathering a sigh from the older Argent.
"Don't you think it's a little too revealing?" he pressed, beckoning Allison with his eyes to take it off. He didn't want snotty nosed teenage boys to woo over her as she walked up and down the streets, let alone let Scott see her in some type of Playboy lingerie.
"Well –" Allison began, before Lydia silenced them both.
"It's perfect," she began, pursing her lips at them both, "The trick-or-treaters will glorify your wicked body and bow down to your supreme figure." She said, as if stating a fact. "Who knows, maybe a couple cars might stop for you, huh?"
Chris shot her a warning glance before continuing, "Just be back before midnight ok?" he sighed, as Lydia began leave the room.
"I'll be back Allison, I'm gonna go change in to my costume in the bathroom, then I'll text Jackson so he could come with Scott to pick us up."
Allison nodded while Lydia left, throwing herself on top of her bed, sighing loudly. Why did Lydia always have to play fashion police?
"Hey Allison," Chris said, as he sat down next to her, "Can I talk to you for a minute? Before Detective Fashionista comes back?"
Allison giggled at her father's joke, and nodded, "What's wrong Dad?"
"I know things haven't been easy lately, especially with the passing of your mother .." he began, "I'm just worried about you."
"Dad, you don't have to worry. I'm fine, I have a pack now. They accept me and love me for me, regardless of my background. I'm one of three humans in a wolf pack, I can take care of myself." She sighed, putting a reassuring hand on her father's shoulder, "I love you Dad, and trust and believe that I'm gonna be ok. I'm your warrior remember?" she winked before getting up to leave the room. She walked out into the hall to see Lydia dressed up in a tight black dress with a pair of animal ears, and black heels.
"What are you supposed to be?" Allison asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lydia scoffed, and pointed to her animal ears on her head, "I'm a mouse, duh." She said, which made Allison laugh. She really came to enjoy Lydia's company every so now and then. She was her best friend, and even through all the supernatural business going on, Lydia stood by her side.
"Come on, psycho. Let's wait for Jackson and Scott outside." She said, putting her arm around Lydia and leading her outside.
"Hey, hey watch the psycho slaying, I was completely convinced I was psychotic a few months ago .. it's a touchy subject." Lydia giggled.
Melissa McCall was struggling to get her son out of the bathroom, which he'd been stuck in for the past hour. "Scott Anthony McCall, if you don't get your ass out of that bathroom right now, so help me God I will beat your PS3 with your Lacrosse equipment senseless!"
"NO! I look so stupid!" Scott yelled, fidgeting with his costume. Apparently, Lydia had told him to dress up as a tough looking dog.
"Scott, you won't look stupid, just come out." Melissa sighed. Gosh, sometimes dealing with Scott is like dealing with a teenage girl, she thought before banging on the bathroom door. "GET OUT!"
"ALRIGHT!" He screamed, throwing the door open and stepping out. Scott's face was beyond hysterical, he looked like an angry pouty puppy, and with his costume, it didn't help to keep the sniggering away that escaped her mouth, "You see! Even my own mother laughs at me!"
"Scott! I'm sorry, but you look great ok?" she said, throwing him a reassuring smile. Scott had on dark black jeans, a black leather jacket, a pair of dog ears on his head, and a dog tail. He'd have to remember to completely dismember Lydia at the first chance he got.
"Whatever, Jackson's downstairs .. we're gonna go pick up Allison and Lydia. See you later .." he slumped, before walking downstairs. He walked out to the front door and saw that Jackson's Porsche was awaiting in the driveway.
"Wow McCall, I didn't think you could've looked anymore stupid .." Jackson said, a smug smile painted across his face. Scott threw him a warning glance and Jackson threw up his hands in mock defeat.
"What are you supposed to be anyway?" Scott asked, his eyes surveying Jackson's attire. He was dressed in all black, just like he was, the only difference was that Jackson had mouse ears and a red shirt instead.
"I'm supposed to be 'Mickey Mouse', I don't know either .." he said, just as Scott put on a confused face. They both contemplated for a moment, then looked at each other once more.
"Lydia." They both said in unison, as Jackson started the car and drove off. Scott watched the road as it passed by, the children trick-or-treating with their parents eased his nerves. If only those kids knew that monsters were real, Scott thought to himself. Jackson scoffed out loud, and shook his head.
"It's crazy isn't it?" he asked, more to himself than to Scott, "How in one instant moment, your life can change from absolutely normal to intensely crazy in just one quick bite."
"You have no idea." Said Scott, raising his eyebrows, "I thought you said you wanted this? You wanted this part of your life."
"I did. I was a stupid, jealous teenager McCall. I even died once, and believe me, it didn't tickle. I wanted to be like you, strong, fast, agile .. but instead I was turned into a monster." Jackson said, as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"You weren't stupid .. ok, yeah maybe you were. But you're not a monster Jackson, far from it. I mean, I know we had our whole stupid rivalry in the past, but we have an entirely new threat coming along."
"You're right, and whether we know it or not, we need each other to survive. All of us, the whole pack. A family. Something I've been running from my whole life."
"Are we having some sorta moment?" asked Scott, his eyebrow arched in mock confusion.
"Yeah, one that you just ruined. Let's just pick up our girlfriends and get tonight over with shall we?" Jackson said, smiling as he drove off to pick up the girls.
"Derek please!" Stiles begged, as he threw his hands in the air, wildly. He'd been trying to get Derek to be his partner for Halloween, but all Derek did was deny, deny, deny. I mean, Stiles' costume choice wasn't that awful.
"Absolutely not Stiles, you've gotta be kidding me." Retorded Derek, who was laying down on the subway station floor.
"But, but .. everyone else has a partner .." stammered Stiles, in a way similar to a five year old child, "I don't want to be alone."
"Stiles, I hate Halloween." He replied. Why is it that the boy never understood the meaning of no? It was like he was a secret government agent robot who just wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You hate everything within a four-mile radius but yet, you live with it." Scoffed Stiles, who was getting annoyed. He crossed his arms and glared at Derek, "Sometimes I just think you hate me."
Derek shot up quickly, and picked himself up off the floor, "Did you really just say that to me?" he said, a tint of hurt in his voice.
"Yes Derek, I don't think you noticed, but in the last few months of us knowing each other, the only things you've said to me were threats, oh and not to mention the most famous 'I'll rip your throat out .. with my teeth' gag, that seems to get very old, but still very creepy." Huffed Stiles, as if he let something he'd been hiding for so long out.
Derek just raised an eyebrow. "You think I hate you?"
"I don't think you hate me, I know you hate me. Everyone in your pack does, besides Isaac .. I mean, Jackson, Erika, Boyd .. even you. You guys only put up with me for Scott's sake. You guys would rather have freaking hunter in your pack rather than me."
"Stiles I-" began Derek before being cut off by him once again.
"I mean, I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with .. I know I'm kinda useless in this pack, seeing as I'm only human .."
"But-" said Derek, before Stiles interjected once more.
"I know that I'm not that good with a gun, or with a bow and arrow like Allison or Lydia .. or even wolf out like the rest of you guys .."
"Look –" Derek sighed, as once again, Stiles interrupted his sentence. He was about to flip the hell out.
"I know I'm not strong enough to –" Stiles said, before it was Derek's turn to interject, or in this case, scare the living crap out of him.
"STILES!" Derek roared, grabbing Stiles' face into his palms. The Alpha's eyes flared a deep, crimson red as he glared into the human's eyes, "I don't hate you."
Stiles was cringing, mainly because Derek looked like he was about to kill him, or even finally rip out his throat with his teeth, "You don't?"
"No. I mean, when we first met, I wanted to kill you," he began, which made Stiles' eyes widen the size of large china plates, "BUT, you're useful. You're strong in your own way, I mean think about it, none of us would even be as organized as we are now if it weren't for you."
"You can let go of my face now .." said Stiles, who was still backing down in fear. Derek, who just realized both his and Stiles' faces were just inches apart, let go abruptly, as Stiles rubbed the spot where Derek had just gripped him.
"Sheesh, could you be more gentile? I'm only a hundred and fifty eight pounds of bones and pale skin .." said Stiles, before looking at Derek, "And thank you."
"You're welcome .. now .. what was your costume choice again?" asked Derek grudgingly. He'd regret this sooner or later.
"Bad-Ass Red Riding Hood and his Pet-Werewolf!" Stiles beamed, as he led Derek to where he stored the costumes.
It's gonna be a long night, thought Derek, as he sighed.
The locker room at Beacon Hills High School echoed with the bangs of lockers. Two crimson-eyed twins were raiding the lockers of both Stiles and Scott, looking for any clues or answers. Ethan was raiding Stiles', while Aiden had Scott's. Aiden was staring at a picture of Allison that Scott had tucked away in there. Ethan watched as Aiden, just watched the picture as he inadvertently cursed to himself. He really can't be pulling this crap, he thought. He went down to sit next Aiden on the bench, "You're starting to like her."
"How would you know?" Aiden retorted, his patience wearing thin with all of this searching and raiding. When Elena takes over this pathetic town, he'd finally have time to just wind down, and relax.
"Your eyes dilate when you look at her." Ethan replied, annoyed by his brother's stupidity. Why did he have to be the smart one, it was easier to not be annoyed by the ignorance of others.
"My eyes what?" asked Aiden, who was dying to just leave already. He thanked himself for being the strong one, the one that didn't spend every waking minute researching pathetic nonsense.
"Dilate. It's a marker for sexual attraction." Replied Ethan in a snobby tone, obviously becoming angry at his brother. Why couldn't Aiden play by the rules for once? Always trying to be the rebel.
"Where do you even read this crap?" scoffed Aiden, who continued to rummage through Scott's locker, trying to avoid the conversation.
"Norepinephrine secreted during attraction flexes the dilator muscles –" Ethan began, before being interrupted by Aiden.
"Ok, shut up. It's bad enough I'm back in eight hours of high school. I don't need a chemistry lesson from my brother" he scoffed, shaking his head.
"Biology." Ethan said, trying to get under his brother's skin.
"Whatever." Aiden replied, throwing Scott's clothes on the floor. That's it, he's giving up, he had better things to do than sit here and raid lockers with his brother, something he wasn't quite fond of.
"Then you're an idiot. Because if this all goes the way we think it's going, we're going to have to kill her. And it's not going to be push her down a flight of stairs kill her. It's going to be claw out her throat and watch a geyser of blood stream out of her neck kill her. You ready for that?" Ethan said, grabbing his brother by the collar of his shirt. Aiden pushed him off, held still for a moment, and considered it, then turned to his brother with as cold-hearted a stare as he could manage.
"If I have to, I'll rip her pretty little head off." He replied, before shoving passed Ethan towards the door. As soon as he opened it, Elena was waiting on the other side, with an angry looking on her face.
"Elena .. I –" he began, before Elena grabbed him by the throat. She lifted him into the air, and threw him towards the locker, her eyes ablaze.
"The Hale pack has recruited Natalie," she began, with a calm face. She began to walk forward, taking out a small pocket knife and filing, or in this case, sharpening her now outstretched claws, "I don't want to hear about you falling for the hunter, do you understand me? Natalie has chosen to betray us .. wait till Julian finds out." She chuckled, obviously amused at Julian's awaiting reaction.
"What? She's left us? Why?" Ethan asked, intrigued by the were-drama that seemed to come with being in this pack.
"She felt as though my plans were evil, that they weren't right. She opposed to my … changes." She smiled, "Besides, the bitch was getting on my nerves. As soon as we take over Beacon Hills, I'll become .. queen of this city, Gabriel my king, and the rest of you are my council, and my first decree .. kill the Hales., but save Derek for me." She said, before walking out of the room. She forgot to announce one more thing, as she walked back into the room, "Oh, and by the way .. that old subway station that Derek lives in? Burn it to the ground. Send him a little message for me, and make it look … destructive."
Both Ethan and Aiden watched as she left the room, her beautiful posture commenting the way she walked. They both grabbed their lighters, and their bottles of oil, and headed out to Derek's Subway Station.
Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Jackson were waiting on an empty street corner, all of them huddled together due to the blistering autumn cold. They were all waiting for the rest of the pack, mainly Stiles, Boyd and Erica.
"Where the hell are they?" Jackson hissed, the air coming out of his mouth as steam, "It's freezing outside!"
"I tried calling and texting Stiles but he's not answering." Said Scott, as he shrugged sheepishly. He hugged Allison tighter, as she nuzzled her face into his neck.
"Try calling him again!" said Lydia, taking Jackson's arms and wrapping them around her waist, "Wait, isn't that Natalie, Boyd, Erica and Isaac coming our way over there?". She squinted her eyes, and pointed to the other group's direction. Surely enough, said werewolves were making their way to them now.
Boyd had a gladiator outfit on, whilst Erica donned the same outfit, but in a girlier fashion. They walked hand in hand, as did Isaac and Natalie who were dressed as The Green Lantern .. and well Natalie was dressed normal.
"What are you and Boyd supposed to be Erica?" asked Allison, who was admiring her costume from head to toe.
"Hercules and Xena." Erica smiled, as she turned around and modeled the costume for her, posing playfully.
"Well I think it looks great on you." Allison said, sending her a reassuring smile. She never really took to Erica at first, but then decided that it was time to bury the hatchet once and for all.
"Great, now that the pack's all here, where the hell is Stiles?" asked Jackson, annoyed by the situation. He wasn't a patient person, and in the cold, he was even more impatient. Just as he whipped out his phone to call Stiles and personally curse him out, his jeep speeded to the corner, stopping sharply in front of all of them. Stiles walked out of his car, wearing a red hoodie, dark black jeans, and had a sword in one hand, while Derek walked out in his normal attire, except for wearing hairy gloves, and a wolf mask. The group sniggered at them.
"What are you guys supposed to be?" asked Natalie, cocking her head to the side.
"Bad-Ass Red Riding Hood and his pet Werewolf." Stiles said, doing the superman pose then jamming his sword up in the air like He-Man.
Jackson and Scott began to laugh at Derek, who just simply shrugged, "It was his idea .." he said, walking over to the rest of them. What made the group laugh harder though, was the fact that Derek had a chain-leash around his neck.
"Hey, stop laughing at me! I didn't want to –" he said, before his ears perked up into the air, and he began to sniff.
"Derek what's wrong? Your wolfie senses are tingling?" teased Isaac, who held Natalie tighter due to the cold.
"CRAP! THE STATION!" Derek roared, as he ran inside the woods. The group looked at each other with confused gazes, as they began to run after him.
"Derek! Derek, what happened!?" screamed Natalie, running by his side, she too sniffed the air and Elena's scent began to permeate her senses, "Oh no!"
"What's going on?" yelled Allison, her crossbow in hand. She caught the glimpses of worry and panic in both the eyes of Derek and Natalie, "What happened to the station?"
"Is everything alright?" Jackson said over the whipping sound of the passing trees, "Why is he running so fast?"
The group emerged into a clearing, and there they saw it, the station up in flames. Derek collapsed to the ground as he stared at his home on fire once again. The windows of the station exploded while fire took their place. The blistering heat was way too much for them to handle.
"Hmm, takes you back .. doesn't it Derek?" said a feminine voice from behind them. The pack turned around and saw that Elena and her pack were there, their eyes gleaming the faintest bit of red in the moonlight. Derek charged at her before being thrown back by Scott.
"Dude no! We're totally not ready for a battle yet!" he said, grabbing a hold of a roaring Derek, "Jackson, help me pin him down!"
Jackson held Derek by one arm, while Scott the other. Natalie held Derek back, by his waist, casting an evil glare at Elena.
"How could you!?" she screamed, stalking forward a bit. She didn't want to fight Elena, she knew she was too weak to.
"Don't you dare, even speak to me you pathetic traitor." Spat Elena, fury growing quickly inside of her, "You betray your pack, to join the enemy? You disgust me."
"I can't believe you Natalie! My own sister, you betrayed me. You betrayed Mom and Dad, you betrayed this family!" screamed Julian at the top of his lungs, his eyes shining crimson.
"This is my family Julian!" she screamed, standing in front of the pack, holding a defensive position. She was in no mood for sibling rivalry, her leader's home was burning, "What do you want Elena?"
"Simple. We end this. Either you join us in taking over this city, turn the humans into our kind, and make this a safe place to live for us, or you fight us and die in the process."
"Go to hell." Spat Derek, as he started to walk towards them, "And burn there while you're at it you selfish creature."
"Very well. Saturday night, in the woods. We end this once and for all. We'll see if your pathetic herd can match the very strength my pack possesses." She said, before she simply sped away, her pack following behind her. The Battle has begun.
The Battle for their Home.
PHEWWWWWW! That was a doozee .. anyway, I hope you guys liked that chapter. I told you I wasn't giving up on this story, the more special you guys make me feel with your reviews, the more inspiration I get. I love you all, and trust and believe that from here on out things will get exciting.
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