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Before Stiles got Kayla's message about picking her up at the hospital, before even leaving Derek's loft early to get a fresh change of clothes and a shower, his day was doomed before it had even started. And this wasn't him being dramatic or extreme, it was the truth because he knew, he knew, having sex under Derek's loft was a bad idea...
... Not that he would change it but still, how bad could someone's luck be?
"Hmmm... Wh's happ'ng?" He heard Kayla slur sleepily and winced as he stopped pulling on his briefs halfway and turned his head to stare at her... Damn he didn't mean to wake her, stealth much?
"Nothing, don't worry, go back to sleep" he smiled, his head cocking to the side as he stared down at her bare form laying on her stomach wrapped in thin white blankets, hair askew and messy, eyelashes fluttering against her skin, her mascara slightly smudged. Even after all this time he still couldn't quite get his head around that this amazing, blunt, beautiful smart girl chose him - it still seemed surreal sometimes... Sometimes just as surreal that he fell for a Hale of all people because Hales were, well... Hales, they could be difficult, stubborn, argumentative, mysterious and down right scary but that's not all they were. They appeared strong and untouchable but really they were warm and soft and caring, maybe not at first glance, at first glance they could appear tough and hard headed but once you get to know them there was hundreds of undiscovered layers to them.
And yes he might be including Derek in that... Maybe.
He gently reached out, his fingertips brushing some wild hair to push it back from her face - her cheeks were flushed, plump lips slightly parted as small puffs of air fell from her lips and Stiles felt his mouth tugging upwards, his palm landing across her cheek, thumb sweeping out across her cheek bone. She really was beautiful.
And yes, Stiles was aware he was staring, and maybe that could be seen as creepy or weird but if she was awake Kayla would just laugh and poke him, teasing him for having goggling eyes so sometimes he would just spend some time at night watching her fidget and squirm and hog the covers or actively avoid her elbows and knees whose mission in life were to injure him, sometimes she would even let out soft quiet snores or drool a little, even mumbling incoherent phrases under her breath, and there was even this one time he woke up to find her gone but found her headfirst in a basket of laundry, sleepwalking he assumed, and the rest of that week she claimed she still had the taste of his socks in her mouth.
Not exactly romantic but he thought it was kind of adorable... Okay a lot adorable.
He was brought back down to earth by her mumblings, her face turning into his hand and if awake Kayla could see how she was practically nuzzling against his touch she would deny it and pass it off as 'cliche' or 'gushy' but he had to smile.
"What was that Kaylz?" He wasn't exactly accustomed to sleep speech.
"Y'u do't hav' t' go" she slurred and he chuckled because was she even awake at this point? "I wan' h'ld you" and she definitely wasn't awake, that much he knew.
"I just need to go to the bathroom" he reassured her with an amused snort, shimmying on his briefs with his one free hand, "but we'll have to ready for school soon... Unfortunately"
"School shmool" she mumbled, a soft snore freeing from the back of her throat, "Hakodate" and that he definitely did not understand one bit.
"I'll be back in a minute" he whispered, gently leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he stood up and she just mumbled something against the fabric of the pillow, something that even the best translator in the world couldn't decipher, before rolling over on her back and cocooning herself in the sheets.
He smiled to himself, his feet padding across the wooden floor, gently opening the door as to not wake her even though he was sure a bomb could've gone and she wouldn't wake up and then he realised... Oh crap, where was the bathroom?
Here he was standing in the hallway in his underwear where Derek could literally pop out at anytime and he was lost. This place was like a damn maze with the metal walls and creaky doors that could lead anywhere and he twisted and turned on the spot, scratching the back of his neck before creeping down the hallway, a shiver running down his spine at the chill assaulting his skin.
Turns out Derek's place was big... Really big. Stiles searched and searched until ten minutes later he finally located the bathroom, his bladder just about bursting. He did his business, washed his hands and crept back out, quietly closing the door only to turn around and have a head on collision with someone.
Okay, his luck seriously sucked.
"Oh my... Oh god... What... I... Uhhhh" he turned bright red as he stumbled back into the wall, brown eyes falling on a petite brunette with a strong fixed gaze and an unamused raised eyebrow, her light brown eyes narrowing.
Okay so this was the elusive Cora Hale... And he was meeting her when he was practically naked... Great.
He could see the resemblance between the Hales almost immediately - the dark colouring, the strong jaw, the well defined eyebrows and well shaped lips, even the intimidating and borderline scary gaze that made him feel like every inch of him was being scrutinised.
"Uh... Um... H-Hi" he stumbled over his words, his foot tapping up and down nervously as his chest flushed, "eh... I can explain this" he mumbled before realising, how exactly could be explain 'this'? "I think"
"No need" her voice was stoic, "I know who you are" and he gaped slightly at that because, oh crap, what had Derek said? It was bad enough he and Peter weren't exactly his number one fans, he didn't need to be on the killing list of another Hale, "Bilinski right?"
"Uh..." He scratched the back of his neck, "Stilinski" he corrected, "Stiles"
"Right" she nodded, "what kind of name is that?"
"My one" he answered immediately, folding his arms across his torso as to cover up some of his body, feeling a little self conscious, "uh maybe I should just-"
"Not so fast" she stepped in front of him, blocking his way and oh god, this was how he died, "you always this squeamish? And fidgety?" Her eyebrow cocked as she glanced down at him and snorted in amusement as he moved his hands down to cover his crotch - why did he choose today of all days to wear briefs? For God sake he should've stuck to boxer shorts, at least that way his dick wouldn't be on display for everyone to see.
"Yup" he nodded, "especially when I'm half naked, standing in front of my girlfriend's not so dead cousin for the first time and if you're anything like Derek or Peter then I can almost see my life flashing before my eyes so if you'll excuse me-"
"Derek's not as bad as you make him out to be" Cora said, her expression blank but he was sure he saw a small smirk covering her mouth, "he heard you two last night and didn't break anything, I'm sure that's progress"
"Oh my god" he muttered, heart skipping a beat from nervousness as his mouth popped open, "I didn't... We weren't... I wasn't... Were we really that loud?" He squeaked out, flushing with embarrassment.
Cora just gave a firm nod, her expression not changing, "so Biles-"
"Stiles"
"-if you hurt my cousin, or break her heart I will be forced to punch you so hard in the nuts your testicles jump into your stomach-" he gulped, his heart racing, "-just a fair warning to you"
"That's... That's very n-n-nice of you to, to you know, be so... Considerate to her feelings..." His face flushed, "... And stuff... Uh... Family ties and all that"
She was quiet, silent. Her gaze fierce and intimidating and dull yet was starting to soften just as Kayla appeared down the hall, a patterned silk dressing gown open and slung over a more casual set of underwear, rubbing at her eyes tiredly, her hair literally sticking up on end.
"Huh" she muttered when her eyes fell on the two of them, "uh..." She blinked wearily, her eyes heavy and tired, "Stiles, Cora... Cora, Stiles" she introduced, making her way over to them, "and you just threatened him didn't you?' Kayla asked, momentarily closing her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking about ready to fall asleep standing up.
"Of course" Cora answered blatantly, shrugging one shoulder seeming completely unfazed, in fact they both were, "he's standing there in his tighty whities, I couldn't not say anything"
Stiles flushed again, turning beetroot red as Kayla pulled away from the support of his shoulder and glanced down, "hm... So he is" she hummed, raising her eyebrows in approval, "they're quite flattering on you y'know"
"Okay ew" Cora stated, shaking her head, "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little"
Kayla sent Cora a fake playful glare, pulling a face at her, "okay Derek" she muttered sarcastically before smiling, "where is he by the way? Brooding?"
"Planning" Cora sighed, "since Deucalion came here-"
"Wait wait wait" Kayla had interrupted, immediately waking up properly before Stiles could process what Cora was trying to say, "he came here? Why?"
"To do what every bad guy does - threaten, beat us up a little, pretend to be the big guy, you know, the usual" she said nonchalantly and okay there was definitely a Hale resemblance even in the way they spoke, "and then Derek kicked that friend of yours out"
"Who, Isaac? Why?"
"It's for his own safety Kayla" Cora answered and Stiles frowned as he watched Kayla sigh and furrow her eyebrows, beginning to look worried, "but he has no where else to go"
Cora just shrugged, the same 'not my problem' attitude Derek had, "better homeless than dead"
She bit the side of her cheek and Stiles could see that concentrated thinking expression appear over her face - her eyebrows scrunched together, lips pursed and nose crinkled as he watched the gears turning in her head, thinking through all the possible ways to help Isaac.
And he came to the same conclusion she had when she looked up at him with bright doe eyes, immediately latching onto what her idea was.
"No... No, no, no, no way, nu uh, never going to happen" he shook his head quickly as she pursed her lips at him, "never ever in a million years, nope" and he saw from the corner of his eye Cora watching on perplexed at the two of them.
"Stiles, I thought you two were on good terms now" Kayla smirked, "you'd done the whole male bonding thing"
"I'm not having my house destroyed with claw marks and smelling like wet dog"
"Buy a scratching post and air freshener" Kayla shot back, on the ball as she grinned at him, "cmon, what's the big deal?"
"What's the...? The big deal is I don't like him" and that was a lie, Isaac was alright, annoying and punch worthy but definitely alright, "or his fashion sense"
"Like you're one to talk" Cora smirked, glancing at him and he was sure her eyes were glinting with amusement, "aren't tighty whities made for pre pubescent boys?"
"Okay first off-" Stiles pointed at her, momentarily forgetting he was still standing there in his underwear, "they're briefs alright? White briefs, and second... I... I can't think of a witty comeback but I am definitely pro pubescent and everything after okay?"
"Stiles-" and he glanced down at Kayla, humming, "I think she can see that" and damn it, Hales and their stupid observation skills.
"Uh... Right, Uh... Yeah heh..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he subtly not so subtly stepped behind Kayla - just because he was fine with her seeing his naked body didn't mean he was with everyone else.
"Look Bilinski-"
"Stilinski" he corrected Cora, honestly it wasn't that hard, "Stiles Stilinski" and whoa, he felt like Bond there...James Bond.
"Whatever, look-" and straight to the point huh? "You gonna do it or not because I don't have time to stand here and watch the two of debating over it, especially when she'll just wrap you around her little finger anyway, you seem like a bit of a soft touch"
"Definitely Derek's sister" he muttered, shaking his head, "and I am not a soft touch"... But he kinda was. He glanced to the side, watching Kayla staring down at the ground, a worried and thoughtful look covering her face and she must've sensed his gaze on her because she looked up with those wide clear eyes, the warm green colour making his heart beat just that little bit faster.
"Uh..." He mumbled because God how could he resist that face?, "fine, he can stay" and he almost regretted it, almost, until he saw Kayla's face light up and knew it was worth it to see her like that, "for a few days, week at most" he mumbled, smiling lightly as she grinned at him, "okay two weeks if he needs it" he amended, "but that's it okay?"
"Okay" her smile was pulled wider if that was even possible, "you're the best"
"I know" he smirked, nodding jokingly, "just don't be surprised if we kill ea-" he didn't get to finish his sentence though as she pulled him forward by the band of his briefs to kiss him, her lips quick and dominant as she threw her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies together...
... And that was how he was ladened with an over-tall, scarf wearing, sassy mouthed werewolf with stupid hair and stupid cheekbones and a stupid attitude. And that was him being nice, after all they were 'friends'-ish.
"...don't use up all the hot water, de-fog the mirror after you have a shower, don't leave your boxers laying around or your socks, I have a thing about socks okay? Especially yours which have had your big feet in them, no practising whatever werewolf things it is you need to do and no drinking milk or juice out the carton, only I can do that" Stiles reeled off as he strolled down the hallway, Isaac next to him, "you got that?"
"I think I would rather be homeless" he grumbled and Stiles just rolled his eyes.
"Don't kick a gift horse in the mouth"
"That gift horse who sounds like he's planning to poison me" Isaac shot back, "but Uh... Thanks"
"Don't thank me thank Kayla, she wouldn't have you homeless" Stiles retaliated as Isaac smirked.
"She did that eye thing didn't she?" He laughed, taking smaller strides so he and Stiles were on pace par with each other.
"And the pout" Stiles nodded, "I couldn't resist"
"She really has you-"
"-wrapped around her little finger, yeah I know, I was so nicely informed by Cora, who by the way is a bit of a nightmare"
"A hot nightmare" he commented and Stiles just rolled his eyes, "what? It was just an observation" he defended, shrugging his shoulders.
"Do you want Derek to kill you or..."
Isaac gulped, "good point" and Stiles smirked, bringing up a protective alpha Derek would put the fear of God into anybody, he should know, he had been on the receiving end quite a few times, "I'll come around after school then"
Stiles nodded in confirmation, "sure... Do you Uh... Do you want a ride there?"
"Only if you promise not to crash deliberately"
"As if I would crash Roscoe" he scoffed, "if I wanted to kill you I would push you out and run you over"
"Wow, that's just so comforting" Isaac smirked, rolling his eyes, "and Roscoe? What the hell kind of name is that?"
"Shut up" he grumbled as they both rounded the corner, "I'll call my jeep what I want"
"Yeah but Roscoe? You don't have very good taste in-"
He didn't give time for Isaac to finish though before he had grabbed a fistful of the back of his tee and pulled him back roughly, bundling him back around the corner.
"Stilinski what are you-"
"Shhhhh" he hushed, "just shut up for a minute" he chastised, peaking out around the corner as his eyes focused on Kayla and Aiden talking at her locker.
"And now you've resorted to spying, that's just great Stilinski"
"I'm not spying" he huffed out, "after what happened yesterday I just... I just wanna know that Aiden won't rip her throat out" and he saw Isaac soften at that as they both poked their heads around the corner.
"Right, the baby thing" and Stiles gulped at that reminder, squinting his eyes as he saw Kayla bite her lip and glance down at her feet, Aiden standing just in front of her and he actually looked... Normal. He didn't look angry or murderous, he looked just like a normal teenage guy talking to a friend.
"Don't be mad at Ethan Aiden, it wasn't this fault"
"I'm not mad at him... I'm just... Confused" their voices were hushed and distant but Stiles strained his ears, "all this time he was the only one that knew and he kept it to himself, why aren't you mad?"
Kayla glanced back up at him, her expression soft, "I was... For a minute" she shrugged, "but it wouldn't change anything if we did know... She still died Aiden...how can I be mad at someone that stood by me for months with no complaints?"
"He was... He was with you all that time?"
"Yeah... Doctors appointments, drugs meetings, counselling, you name it he wasn't far away" she gave Aiden a small smile, "it was weird... When I went into labour I didn't think about phoning 911 or going to a hospital, even calling my own mother wasn't as high on the list as Ethan was... Don't be so hard on him"
"He still had no right to not tell us... To tell me"
"Maybe" Kayla agreed, "but he saved my life... I can't hate him... And he's your brother, you can't hate him"
"I can try"
"Don't" Kayla whispered, laying a hand on his arm and for a moment, just a moment, Stiles' body went rigid, his jaw clenching because, and maybe this was for selfish reasons, he wanted Kayla to hate Aiden as much as he hated him, he wanted her to resent him and his whole existence, not allow him to worm his way into her head again.
Aiden glanced at her, their eyes meeting and Stiles felt his teeth grinding as the stare went on for longer than was probably necessary, "if I said I was sorry, for everything, would you believe me?"
"No" her answer was smooth and unwavering and to the point, "this compassion you suddenly feel is only here because I told you our meaningless sex made a baby, at the end of the day you still wouldn't hesitate to kill me or one of my friends, that's why you're with Lydia isn't it, to scope out the opposing team, to use her right?"
Aiden sighed, shaking his head, "I wouldn't kill you Kayla, just like how you wouldn't kill me even though we both hate each other"
"Don't tempt me" she smirked, "I just wanna move past this okay? That's all. I'm not gonna pretend anymore, it hurts, it hurts every damn day and that won't change but I'm done feeling guilty and sad and I'm done with you"
"Derek" Aiden told her and Stiles watched Kayla frown, "Deucalion wants Derek in our pack... And that Brian guy"
"What does he want with Brian?" Kayla asked in surprise as both Stiles and Isaac gave each other wide eyed glances, "Brian isn't a werewolf"
"No, but he's something and that something is what Deucalion wants" Aiden admitted quietly, "and Kayla? Don't get too close to Deucalion, if you see him don't let him near you"
"Why?"
"Because you're something too, it's in your scent... Something sweet and tantalising" Kayla's eyes widened, gulping slightly as she stared at Aiden, "I won't tell him, I won't tell anyone just... Be careful... If Kali or Ennis or Deucalion pick it up they won't be as 'kind' as me... It's the least I can do"
"You're warning me... Why?" Kayla called to his turned back as he started to walk away, "why risk it?"
"Why?" Aiden turned around, shrugging one shoulder, "after everything it's the least I can do to give you and your pack a fighting chance" and Stiles called his bullshit... When was Aiden ever sympathetic? He must've been poking his head around too far or breathing too heavily in reserved anger because suddenly Aiden's hard stare met his and he didn't look all that surprised he was listening in, he had probably known this entire time but refrained from saying anything so Stiles would look like the bad guy and the interfering jealous boyfriend, well that was just great.
He watched as Kayla followed his line of gaze, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as to what may have caught his attention and Stiles just winced as she met his stare head on, her lips pursing in disapproval.
"Well shit" Stiles murmured, slinking back behind the row of lockers, shame that he got caught, well shame at even listening in in the first place.
"Shit is right" Isaac agreed as he stood next to him and Stiles watched as he flinched slightly, "uh... I'm just going to go, leave you two to your domestics" and he sounded nervous.
"Why the sudden rush?" He asked curiously, looking up and watching that new girl, Paige he was sure her name was, staring down the corridor at them, or more specifically Isaac, her eyes wide, "let me guess, you were a douche to her to?"
"No" Isaac claimed, "and what do you mean 'to'?" But before Stiles could snort and say 'well, you're just a hundred percent full douche, period' Kayla appeared around the corner, her posture rigid probably both from the back pain and the irritation she clearly felt if her expression was anything to go by.
"So can no one have a private conversation now without human cctv?" She demanded, a hard edge to her voice, "wanna put a GPS bug on me too?"
"Uh... No, no I think I'm good" Stiles mumbled, rocking backwards and forwards on the heels of his feet, "I, well we, were just passing through and had to stop to admire the Uh... The... These amazing..." He gulped as she cocked a firm eyebrow, "... These amazing lockers" he made up, patting the metal next to him, "don't you think?"
"No I don't" and he was sure even Isaac gulped next to him, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Maybe I should just-" Isaac nodded his head behind him, "if that would be ok-"
"Yes" her gaze was fixated on him and him alone and Isaac took that as a perfect opportunity to scuttle away, "I thought we were past this Stiles"
"We are" he told her quickly, nodding his head jerkily before frowning, "uh... Past what?"
"Past worrying about Aiden and all the baggage that comes with him" she sighed softly, losing the anger, "after yesterday he just wanted to talk, that's all" she reached up slowly, running her fingers through his gelled hair.
"Right, yeah" Stiles nodded in acceptance, sighing contently against the feel of her fingers massaging his scalp, "and how was he? Was he...angry at you?"
"No" she smiled softly, "he was surprisingly fine" and she seemed disappointed at that which he picked up on almost immediately.
"Were you expecting a different reaction?" He asked gently, hanging onto every word.
"Expecting? No, hoping? Yes" she shook her head slowly, glancing past him, "Aiden thinks emotions means weakness but I thought knowing he has..." She stopped then, biting her lip and glancing down at their feet, "had" she corrected and Stiles could feel the pain in her words when she said that, "a daughter may have a bigger effect on him... And if it did he's covering it up pretty damn well compared to yesterday"
Stiles hated Aiden, he loathed his entire existence but he wasn't going to pretend to understand what he felt - he had seen Peter, one of the most careless, emotionless, murderous people he had ever met actually care a little for his daughter even if it wasn't in the most conventional and normal way, Aiden would have to be a monster to not feel anything, even a sliver of love. And Stiles was sure he wasn't that kind of monster. He also heard the unsaid sentence that's didn't pass her lips - "covering it up pretty damn well compared to me"
He had no idea the pain that they felt but if Aiden was feeling even a fraction of what Kayla felt... The crying, the hopelessness, the emptiness then he knew he was hurting... Just not externally, he was putting up a facade.
"I'm sure he's hurting just as much as you are Kaylz" he told her gently, "he just doesn't want to show it"
"You think?" She asked, staring up at him with wide glassy eyes like she was desperate for the reassurance - not because she wanted him to be hurting but wanting to know that he cared.
"Yeah, I do" he nodded slowly, "and I'm sorry for listening in, it was wrong, I just got curious" he admitted, "but that should be between you and him, not me"
"Don't apologise" she smiled lightly, "plus you can be involved if you want, you are my boyfriend after all right?" She smirked playfully, fingers fluttering down to brush across his cheeks and trace the scattering of moles he had, "I just got a bit hot headed"
"Kaylz I really am sor-" she cut him off by placing two of her fingers over his mouth, leaning up on the tips of her toes to press her nose against his, her deep green eyes burrowing into his own.
"Stiles, no apologies" she reminded him with a playful laugh, warm breath washing over his face, "I'm just glad you're still here, you must have a super high tolerance level"
"You're not an effort Kaylz" he reminded her with a soft smile against her fingertips, she was actually one of the few things in his life he was sure about, "I love you... Baggage and all"
"I know" she sighed lightly, trailing her fingers down his chin to the column of his neck, brushing across his Adam's apple, "I love you too dork... Weird romantic cliches and all" she joked back as he nuzzled his nose against hers.
"You secretly love it" he told her because he knew, deep down, she kinda did.
"I don't think I'm in a position to confirm or deny that without my lawyer present" she replied, totally straight faced which made a bubble of laughter escape his throat.
"Oh yeah?" He smirked, stepping closer to her, his hands drifting down to her lower back to hold it gently as pressed her back against the side of the lockers, not wanting to hurt her or aggravate her back pain, "you sure you can't just confirm it here and now?"
"Nope, sorry" her light carefree laugh was like sun on a rainy day... Not that he was one of those mushy poets or anything, God no, "it would take a lot of persuading and dirty tactics to get a confession outta me Stilinski"
"Hmmmm" he just hummed back, his bottom lip brushing against hers, "I'll get there, just you wait and see"
"Im calling your bluff" she challenged, an eyebrow cocking.
His eyes narrowed in concentration, immediately taking her up on the challenge as his hands drifted down to her hips and then down to her thighs, feeling the sharp intake of breath she sucked in and thought 'hellz yeah' just before a sharp, loud, ear drum bursting whistle rattled around in his brain and he jumped back, covering his ears and wincing.
"STILINSKI! WHEN I SAID YOU NEEDED YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME IT WASN'T THAT GAME" Coach hollered before blowing on his whistle again as Stiles jumped back like his pants were on fire and Kayla just screwed her face up at the interruption, "no PSA in the corridors"
"It's PDA coach" Stiles corrected, sticking a finger in his ear and wiggling it, trying to stop the ringing, "public displays of affec-"
"I don't care what it is" he looked disturbed, shaking his head at them, "no kissing, touching, groping-"
"Oh please" Kayla scoffed, letting out a loud laugh, "we weren't even kissing or groping... This is groping" and with that she grabbed his ass tightly and pulled him forward, their lips smashing together in a mix of choked breaths and tongues, his breathing turning irregular.
"And just BTW-" she pulled away from him, sending him a wink as she strolled over to Coach who looked about ready to have a coronary, "-I know for a fact having sex before practice always gets his head in the game" she patted coach's chest in mock comfort as he wheezed slightly, his eyes wide, "even if it is on your desk" coach turned red and bugeyed, "on pre graded papers" and if coach was eighty with a weak heart and failing kidneys Stiles was sure he would be dead by now, "just as well he doesn't pull out-"
"Kayla" Stiles exclaimed loudly, looking just as mortified as coach, "discretion, remember?"
She threw her hands in the air, "I'm just saying" she defended before starting to laugh quietly to herself, "talk about smudged writing" and he just shook his head, face palming himself.
"Chin up coach" Kayla chuckled, gently or not so gently, Hales tended to forget how strong they could be, punched his arm playfully, "we're not the first nor the last to bless your desk" she winked in amusement, "plus, that was the practice he scored eleven goals in a row, I'm great at stimulating your player" she turned around and sent him a dazzling smile, "see you at lunch"
Stiles watched her walk away, his jaw gaping... And here he thought he was loose lipped.
"Stilinski" and he winced, sure he was about to get a month's worth of detentions, "you played well that practice" and huh? "whatever she did to you... Let her do it to you again"
"Uh..."
"So you're really not a virgin?" Coach asked, like it was just dawning on him, that he couldn't get his head around it... Well coach, nor can I Stiles thought to himself, "congratulations" he nodded, patting Stiles' shoulder who was more than confused by this point, "you'll need it with a girl like that"
He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, "um..."
"All I'm saying is first it's your virginity, then the operations for circumcision and before you know it you end up being one of those dogs with their balls chopped off, do you want your balls cut off Stilisnki?"
"Well no, not really-"
"Good, keep a firm hold of those balls Stilinski and don't let go, DONT LET GO" and Stiles caught Scott's eye at the end of the corridor, a half smirk crossing his face, his eyebrows raised like 'what did you do now to get a coach rant?'
God, all he was doing was having a moment with his girlfriend, he didn't think it warranted this much... Well, whatever the hell 'this' was.
"... Sacred, they're sacred you hear me? SACRED" he blew on his whistle again which made Stiles jump about a foot in the air, that whistle really should be confiscated from him, "sacred" he repeated, nodding his head, "no player of mine has no balls"
"Coach... Lacrosse is an all gender sport, girls can play too"
Coach fell silent, giving Stiles a critical stare, "there's more up there-" he tapped Stiles' forehead, "than down there than I thought" he pointed downwards and Stiles glanced down, gulping, "OUT ON THE FIELD, PRACTICE IN TEN MINUTES" how could someone have such a loud voice?
"Okay okay... Sheesh" he rolled his eyes, keeping a distance between himself and coach as he rounded him, walking over to Scott, trying to channel out coach's constant screams of something directly linked to the male anatomy.
"What was that about?"
"Don't ask" Stiles groaned, shaking his head in mortification, "just blame Kayla and her groping, that's all you need to know" and Scott had the nerve to laugh. But, before long, he was laughing too like everything was normal... Or as close as it could possibly be.
"How's the leg sweetheart?"
The voice was cold and distant but smug all the same and Kayla jumped, not hearing anyone creep up behind her from where she stood at her locker after third period.
"Fine, no thanks to someone" Kayla replied to Brian's question, involuntarily taking a step back away from him, her eyes narrowing as she met his blue almost grey gaze, "what the hell are you doing? Don't you have some more pointless plotting to do?"
He grinned at her but underneath that happy go lucky facade she knew he was brimming with anger and hatred, "pity, I was so sure it would play up, there's nothing better than watching a person in pain"
"Oh just go back to pulling wings off of dragonflies or whatever gets you off" her voice was hard and unamused as she slammed her locker shut, "I don't have time for this" but he grabbed her arm tightly, stopping her from walking away.
"Well make time"
"Don't you tell me what to do" she shook off his grasp, narrowing her eyes, "don't touch me"
He rolled his eyes, sighing loudly, "don't be so prudish"
"Don't be such an ass" she retaliated, "oh wait, it's embedded in your genes, forgot it runs in the family" she said and at the mention of his parents Brian's stance went rigid and his eyes were burning with rage.
"You of all people have no right to mention my parents" he growled, "you killed them"
"Yeah, I know, I have the lovely nightmares to remind me every other week" Kayla lashed back, not backing down, "what do you want? You come back from the dead, try and kill me and my family, unsuccessfully I might add, and now you're back in school... School? Really? You really must be desperate for something if you're back in this hellhole"
Brian's smile was eerily calm, like he had flicked off a switch inside of him... Creepily calm even, "you're not as dumb as you look" and Kayla rolled her eyes at that, way to judge a book by their cover, "come on"
"Eh no" Kayla snarled back like it was the most obvious thing on earth, "I'm not going anywhere with you and your psychopathic tendencies, hell no" but by that time he just grabbed her arm and started to drag her into the closest empty classroom, despite her protests.
"For God sake stop squirming" he demanded, pulling her into the French room and finally letting her go as she swung at him, aiming for a right good deck to the nose but as quick as lightning he had grabbed her hand in his fist, stopping her midway.
"Be careful hale" he growled and just like that his eyes had turned midnight black in zero point two seconds flat, "your kind are powerless against me... But you already knew that" she pulled away from him, already starting to feel clammy by his intense dark stare.
"'Your kind'" she repeated his sentence incredously, still amazed that despite the obvious power he possessed and the very obvious supernatural being he was he still thought of himself as human, as a protector, "last I checked you're the one with the black demon eyes and the power sucking abilities" she reminded him, "what does that make you?"
His eyes turned even darker if that was possible which made her feel weak in the knees... And not in the good way either, "shut up"
"Oh I'm sorry" she muttered sarcastically and in faux sympathy, too angry to care that she was probably antagonising him, "did I hurt your feelings or just bring you back down to earth? Look in the mirror jackass" she snarled, "look at what you are... Supernatural... Not human, not protector, one hundred percent supernatural being and the quicker you accept that the better. The quicker you can move on with your life and get past all the anger you feel"
"I'm only like this because of you, because of your family" he roared, limbs shaking with anger, "and the fact you can't see what you're whole family have done to people like me truly astonishes me, it really does"
"Sorry to disappoint" she rolled her eyes, hating the very human feeling running through her veins at this moment.
"Don't be sassy" he shook his head, "you know why I took you here? Separated you from the pack so to speak?"
"Kidnapped me" Kayla corrected, "and no, but I'm sure it will be enlightening"
"I've been... Practising... Training" and Kayla gulped at that, fearing the worse, "honing my abilities and I've realised something Kayla... I can finally get payback" he took a threatening step closer to her, his eyes pitch black, "I can use people's powers against them, against anyone I want to punish"
"Strigoi" Kayla murmured under her breath, "that's what Deaton said you were"
"Well he was right" Brian nodded, his dark blonde hair had grown out over the past few months so it was more shaggy, more untamed, "of course though, the stupid mythology has been so twisted and bent out of shape over the last few hundred years that it's hard to do research on the true origins" he stepped forward again, his eyes holding her own and making her feel useless, weak, "mythology says that Strigoi are bloodthirsty vampires coming back from the dead to ensure chaos and death" he let out a burst of laughter, "they got the whole 'coming back from the dead' thing right but vampire? Please..." He rolled his eyes, "I don't crave blood... I crave power... Energy..." He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pressed her back into the wall, holding her still even though she was too drained and weak to move, "with just a glance I can make any supernatural being powerless, human... Maybe only for a minute but it's enough for me to kill them"
"You're crazy"
"Am I? Am I?" He laughed, shaking his head at her, "tell me Kayla, how do you feel? Lethargic? Weak? Numb?" And yes, she felt all of those things, "that's because I'm feeding on your life source... Pretty amazing isn't it?"
"Not really, no" she tried to shake her head but the action made her feel dizzy and sick, "deluded idiot"
He ignored her... She half expected that though, "and do you know what's even better?" He grinned widely, looking like the psychopath he was, "I can borrow powers and use them... It's like a field day" he leaned closer to her, "tell me Kayla... What's your power?"
Her stomach dropped, her mouth finding it hard to form words.
"Seduction right?" He answered for her when it was clear she wasn't going to, "the art of seduction, what a controversial power to have... Pretty useless too if you're not going to use it"
She still didn't reply, leaning against the wall with baited breath and an aching back, trying to fight against the hold Brian held over her but with every passing second she felt weaker as he got stronger, probably preparing to suck her dry.
"I've mastered feeding off of people's energy to make me stronger but I haven't had the chance to test out this power mojo... Mind you, how hard can it be?" He glanced down at her, hands slipping into her hair and tilting her head up as she closed her eyes, the only bit of defence she had against him.
"Come on Hale, don't be difficult, you're just an experiment" he told her but she refused to open her eyes, despite how much her body was tingling with the need to open them, like a compulsion, "I said open your eyes" now that, that voice that sounded harsh and evil but silky smooth and irresistible at the same time was something she couldn't resist.
Was this what people felt like when she seduced them? Compelled them? Like their free will was taken away? It made her heart sink to her stomach, her stomach twisting in knots as she was met with the darkness of his gaze, one part of her mind ready to do anything he asked and wanted whilst the other lesser part was screaming in anger and fear.
"Don't fight... You don't want to fight it, embrace it" his voice was compelling and dominant but sweet and smooth, an underlining power to it that no one could resist, especially if in a weakened state, "don't fight" he repeated slowly and while she was stuck in this daze, this compelled state, this stand still, trance, coma, whatever you want to call it, his lips touched hers.
What was an experiment to him, a 'testing the waters', seeing how powerful he was and could be was hell for her. He was borrowing her powers and using them on her. Right now, she was weak and powerless whilst he was seducing her with her own bloody powers.
She felt vulnerable and used but as much as her mind was screaming and yelling to stop, that all she had to do was pull back, come on it wasn't that hard... She had the strength somewhere, she cold do this, she just had to push him away... Her body reacted to his touch, like on autopilot.
The spell he had over her was absolute and spread like wildfire until all that was left was a weak muffled voice of reason in the back of her head - he could control her own power better than she could. Her body and mind was completely dazed and taken over by him.
She tried, she really did, but as more seconds went by the better and stronger grip he had on her body and mind - hands were everywhere from her hair to her hips and she was like a woman possessed, aware what was going on but stuck to lay dormant in her own body whilst it was controlled by him. She was tugging at him, hands clinging to him and this was hell... This was utter hell.
She needed to focus on something, she needed an anchor, something to hold onto so she wouldn't lose herself to this compulsion because if she lost herself, if she fell under his spell then he won and she couldn't have that, she wouldn't have that.
She needed an anchor, as simple as that.
Seconds ticked by, her mind getting more numb and numb until a spark of brilliance streaked through her mind through the endless darkness and emptiness... Stiles.
He brought her back, he always did, whether it be if he was cooling her down or perking her up he always did, without a fail. He just had that effect on her.
And as soon as she thought his name, imagined his face in front of her it was like a burst of energy ran through her veins and her entire being and she felt... Strong... Whole again.
She pushed Brian back forcefully, so hard in fact he stumbled over a desk leaving her there gasping for breath and dazed, whole body shaking as she realised what the hell had just happened.
"You're stronger than I gave you credit for" Brian commented and Kayla edged closer to the door, shaking slightly, shaky hands hurriedly tying up the buttons of her shirt as she felt tears pressing themselves forward, "and chill... I didn't do anything to you, I may be a monster but I'm not that kind of monster... Not like you anyway" he rolled his eyes that were now back to their bluish grey colour.
Her arms wrapped around her torso, feeling her strength starting to come back bit by bit, bottom lip wobbling as she felt her skin itching uncomfortably at the reminder of the feel of his hands on her, "unlike what you are I don't seduce people to sleep with me, that's crossing the line" he stepped into her personal space bubble, smirking down at her, "though you're a pretty good kisser, Stiles is a lucky guy" Stiles... Oh god... "Or not considering his girlfriend goes and lip-locks with half the guys and girls of this depressing town"
"I didn't want that" she shook her head, "don't pretend I did... You seduced me"
He just smiled, unfazed by her claims, "I didn't... I didn't" she shook her head quickly, ignoring the pain in her back at the action, "don't make this out to be my fault... None of me wanted that"
"Keep telling yourself that Hale but one day, one day you will because that's what you are... You're a seductress, how long do you think Stilinski can keep you satisfied? Not long in my book" he shook his head as tears started to fall from her bottom lashes, "I just got a taste for the power in your veins, the urges and raw primal urges that you'll feel and let me tell you something sweetheart... Stilinski doesn't have a chance in hell" he grinned widely, "I'll be seeing you"
She knew what could happen, what may or might, the possibilities and the maybes but hearing it from Brian was like a blow to the stomach... She felt sick and wrong, like she was the worst person in the world.
And maybe she was, but she wasn't going to let Brian break and belittle her into someone desperate and pleading... The fact of the matter was he seduced her and that was that. She wasn't asking for it, she didn't want it and she certainly didn't like it, Brian could go and rot in hell.
But that didn't change the fact she found herself shaking and the tears slipping down her cheeks in guilt, her heart hammering in her chest as she wiped away the wet hot tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, feeling like the true and utter manifestation of despair.
A/N) Brian's supernatural identify is finally revealed... Muhahahahahahahaha he will definitely cause some problems later on cos cmon, it will be hard for anyone to fight him if he can make them human ha but I sure hope you all likes and please please review, they mean so much and mean quicker updates, I love you all, see you next time x