Disclaimer: teen wolf is not mine folks, anyway yeah here it is, really hope you like it.
Kayla raced up to Lydia as she stood outside school, her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered from whether the cold or shock Kayla didn't know but she had a feeling it was the latter.
"Lydia... Lyds, hey, are you okay?" She asked immediately, grabbing Lydia by her upper arms and giving her a gentle shake to snap her from her daze, "Lydia?"
Her friend gulped but her mossy green stare soon latched onto Kayla's, her eyes wide and glassy, "Y-Yeah I'm fine"
Kayla doubted that very much, she would know even if she couldn't feel Lydia's terror and apprehension bubbling in the pit of her stomach like it was her own, their connection causing Kayla to feel all of Lydia's second hand emotions if they were strong enough and they were. However her friend was good at putting up a front, convincing everyone she was okay when she really wasn't, she, after all, had been practising her whole life.
"Where is it?" Kayla asked gently, "the body"
"I don't know" Lydia answered as Allison and Stiles hovered behind them and Scott sniffed the air deeply.
"Wait... You-you don't know?" Stiles spluttered, "what do you mean you 'don't know'? You're the one with the GPS tracker for the mutilated, how can't you not know?"
Kayla momentarily closed her eyes at Stiles' lack of empathy as Lydia turned rigid beneath her touch, "because I phoned first before I found the body, I'm not finding it again"
"Lydia it's always you that finds the bodies" Stiles sighed loudly, clearly irritated and sleep deprived, especially after getting dragged from his bed at 1am, "not us, you, how the hell are we supposed to find it now?"
"Ignore him, he's just grouchy" Kayla whispered to Lydia as it looked like the feisty strawberry blonde was about ready to start throwing punches, "him and his bed are like soulmates, he does not like getting separated from the thing"
She felt Stiles exasperated look from behind her as she reassured Lydia, "I'm glad you called first"
Because this was Lydia they were talking about - one of her best friends, the girl that only got dragged into this mess because of them, if she didn't want to keep finding dead bodies then Kayla totally supported her in that. She remembered seeing her first dead body. She was only seven, not nearly old enough to process it but she remembered the sickness, the inability to comprehend why someone would do that to another human being, the fear and sadness but since that day she had become almost immune to the effects. She now looked at a dead body like it was evidence, not a person. It hardly affected her much at all these days, she didn't want that for Lydia. Not her best friend.
"Guys... I think I found the dead body" and Kayla snapped her gaze so quickly from Lydia's stare to Scotts voice she felt her neck crack. She felt Lydia seize up next to her, her small hand immediately clasping Kayla's cold one, clinging on for dear life like she was afraid to let go. Kayla just squeezed back gently before she took a few steps towards Scott's voice, Allison and Stiles already ahead of them.
And Scott was right - sprawled out over the top of the 'Beacon Hills High School' sign was a dark skinned woman, no older than forty and she was wearing a very distinctive outfit - a deputy's outfit.
"Tara" she was sure she heard Stiles whisper to himself and jolted at the shock and pain in his voice, her face falling at his momentarily heart broken expression that crossed his face before he sobered himself up, catching himself before he let any more vulnerable emotions flicker across his face.
"Tara? As in-"
"Yeah" Stiles nodded, "that Tara"
Tara Graeme, the woman who used to teach in elementary school, the person that would always stay with Stiles and look after him at the station if his dad was on a late shift. She used to help him with his math homework and was the one that taught him how to tie up his shoe laces correctly. That Tara was now dead, her clear empty eyes wide with fear as they gazed hauntingly across the parking lot, blood dripping down from her neck and clothes and inching it's way down the white sign.
Everyone was silent apart from Lydia's laboured breathing, her hand clinging to Kayla's with enough force to turn the skin white.
"It was just like at the pool" she whispered so quietly Kayla had to strain her ears, "it was like... Like I knew she had died"
"It's okay" Kayla comforted, not fazed by her lack of shock at the dead body, turning her gaze side on to Lydia, "we'll figure it out. We'll figure out what you are... I promise"
"So Lydia is distracting Aiden with her sexual advances? Aiden, the alpha werewolf with a temper and slight psychotic tendencies?" She questioned, just making sure she heard Stiles right.
"... Uh... Yes?" He answered hesitantly, wringing his hands together, "but she has it under control" at her disbelieving look he smiled nervously, "...I think"
"Hmmm, and you normally come up with all the smart ideas"
Stiles gaped, "that was a smart idea, it was a very smart very intelligent plan"
"Not if Lydia gets her throat ripped out it won't be" she pointed out which soon made him backtrack.
"Okay true but that's not going to happen... I think" he added before gnawing on his bottom lip, "I hope" he said even quieter, obviously hoping no one would hear but both her and Scott did, sending him unamused stares.
"It'll be fine" Stiles declared, his limbs swinging around exaggeratedly as he grabbed both their arms, dragging them both down the corridor, "Lydia can use her assets pretty well... I mean-" he amended quickly, shooting her a wide eyed look, "-I think, I think she can I don't know, no idea, guess work really"
She rolled her eyes, "of course she can, you should know better than anyone after drooling over her for eight years"
"Seven" Stiles immediately corrected, "-in a half, seven and half is all, don't exaggerate Kaylz"
She resisted another eye roll at that, "well you are right, Lydia does use her assets pretty well... I mean damn, you should see her in a bikini"
Stiles snapped his gaze to hers, his eyes widening at that while Scott just looked on awkwardly before frowning at them.
"How straight are you exactly?" The floppy haired boy asked, giving her a surprised look, unlike Stiles who was staring like Christmas had come early.
"I'd say about sixty percent, give or take" she shrugged, "though for Lydia? Zero" she started smirking as the two boys started to look a little flustered, "what?"
"I uh..." Stiles gulped as they made their way down the corridor, "I wasn't aware you could measure your sexuality in percentages is all"
"Sure you can, I, clearly, have a slight preference for guys but that doesn't mean I wouldn't jump on the female band wagon if the opportunity presented itself... Again" she shrugged indifferently, "just admit it, everyone's a little gay"
"Uh... No" Stiles shook his head, "no, no, no"
"You have such a crush on Neil Patrick Harris, just admit it"
"I do not" he exclaimed, affronted, but the way he started blushing kind of gave it away, "one hundred percent do not"
"Totally" she muttered sarcastically, "that's not why you love me saying 'legendary' in bed then is it?"
Stiles flushed as Scott shot him a surprised wide eyed stare, "that's not... I don't-"
"I could go into everything else if you wish?" She held back her chuckles as Stiles' cheeks darkened, "what about the poster you have under your-"
"Okay, okay, okay, I get your point, your point is heard loud and clear" Stiles flapped around in embarrassment, cutting her off loudly, "oh look, twin two, just the person we're looking for" and with that he was off, zig zagging down the corridor like he was trying to put as much distance between him and them as possible, even if that involved conversing with Ethan of all people.
Kayla chuckled, cupping her mouth with her hands and bellowing down the corridor, "if it helps any he's gay so you totally have a chance, I'd be chill with that" but he just waved her away with a flail of long arms.
"I knew it" Scott exclaimed, eyes bright like he had just solved the most complicated puzzle known to man, "he's way too obsessed with 'how I met your mother' to be classed as normal"
"Yup, the cat's outta the bag. I mean don't get me wrong, I can see why he would want to bang Neil Patrick Harris but why when Alyson Hannigan is right there, all cute and red headed?"
"You so have a thing for red heads" Scott pointed out with a laugh.
"Female red heads yeah... Bit weird I'm dating a guy with brown hair"
"Honestly? We're all still a little amazed too, Stiles included" Scott teased as she just smirked and nudged his arm playfully before they made their way up the stairs and found Stiles with his arms crossed and cornering Ethan against the wall on the stairwell landing.
Immediately she sobered up, her stare hardening as she met his gaze, remembering their last encounter.
"I've changed my mind, I don't forgive you" she spoke to Ethan, straightening out her posture, "I never really did" her words were like a stab to the heart judging by his expression, both knowing exactly what she was talking about - Mia.
"That the best you got Ethan?' She taunted, grinning wickedly down at him and when his eyes flashed dangerously, his hand shooting out to grab her she just raised her foot and stomped down as hard as she could, the heel of her shoe digging into his wrist bone and causing him to let out a wince.
"Stop going easy on me" she growled, sensing he was holding back just a little because of their former friendship, "I won't hesitate to kill you either way" and with that she raised her free foot and booted him so hard in the chest she was sure she heard a few ribs crack.
She raised her foot as if she was going to let Ethan's hand go but less than a second later she brought it back down with so much force on his hand the bones in his wrist and fingers shattered, causing her to smile in satisfaction.
He seemed fine now but that was obvious - he could heal quickly. His hand wouldn't be broken, nor would his ribs, but that didn't mean he couldn't remember the pain she inflicted on him. His gaze turned guarded but apologetic as he stared at her but she just increased the intensity of her glare. Maybe apart of her was still bitter that he took away her memories of her baby, or maybe it was because he was apart of Boyd's murder, both equally as bad in their own way.
But she did have a soft spot for him because she knew him, she knew he wasn't really like this but that didn't mean she had to forgive him, whether or not he was the guy that was always there for her during those hectic months and delivered her baby.
She felt a pang in her chest as she remembered that, forcing herself to look away from Ethan as those memories assaulted her.
Ethan cleared his throat, breaking his gaze from her to look between Scott and Stiles, "you brought the squad I see"
"Half the squad" Stiles muttered, probably meaning it as a threat, that there was more of them if Ethan even put one toe out of place, "so just be careful"
Ethan sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the wall, "just tell me one thing then"
"I don't know if I can stretch to one" Stiles muttered under his breath but Ethan ignored him.
"Why are you three even talking to me? I killed your friend, how do you know I'm not going to kill another one?"
"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me?" Stiles exclaimed loudly, pushing himself off the wall to glare at Ethan as Kayla tried to grab his hand and calm him down, "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-"
"Stiles-"
"-Ass, shove it so far up your ass you start choking on it" Kayla continued Stiles' sentence, interrupting Scott and causing the three boys to glance over at her, "sorry, had to get it out my system, carry on"
Stiles smirked proudly, "couldn't have said it better myself" and with that he took her hand, twisting it around in his grip so he could rub her thumb with his, the action very laid back and casual, the complete opposite to their normal hectic lives.
Scott shot them both slight disapproving looks, "Ethan, we know you didn't want to kill Boyd-" Kayla held back her scoff at that, "-you're not like Kali and Ennis, you're different... Aiden as well"
At that she really did scoff. Okay maybe Aiden wasn't as bad as Kali and Ennis, maybe he had a softer and more vulnerable side, maybe even a conscience, but she was pissed off and had no room for remorse or sympathy especially for Aiden of all people.
Scott shot her an exasperated look as if to say 'we're trying to get him on our side not piss him off' but it was hard to bite her tongue and keep quiet, she, after all, had quite a temper as she had been told many times.
Ethan sent her a quick glance but she remained stone cold, her hard gaze unfaltering, "maybe... But we owe them so much, more than our lives. We haven't always been Alpha's you know? We were-"
"-The bitches of the pack" Kayla remembered as she answered quietly, her gaze glazing over as she remembered the twins before they came to Beacon Hills, before they were heartless alphas.
Ethan nodded, "that's right... I forget sometimes you knew us then, seems like a lifetime ago doesn't it?"
She didn't nod or shake her head, just stared straight ahead at him, almost vacantly. In a way it did, it was like a whole other life they had. To her she really only started living again when she came to Beacon Hills, her life before that was almost a blur, like she was going through someone else's memories. Remembering Aiden and Ethan back then was... Strange, she didn't know whether to love them or hate them, these conflicting emotions making her head spin.
"I guess it does" she answered quietly, breaking his gaze again and glancing at the floor.
Ethan cleared his throat again, "yeah, well, we were, as Kay rightly said, the bitches of the pack. We were the ones that got the scraps, got bullied... And our Alpha-" she heard him suck in a sharp breath, "-our Alpha was the worst"
Kayla didn't even realise she flinched a little at that, Stiles' hand tightening around hers and sending her a questioning glance.
"He gave us the reputation of killers, of being monsters. He was merciless, he was brutal and he was a murderer. He enjoyed killing and hurting people'-" he slid his cautious gaze to hers, obviously remembering the same thing she was, "-innocent people"
"I wouldn't say I was strictly innocent back then" she commented, subconsciously clearing her throat as she remembered the feel of the Alpha's strong grip tightening around her neck, his claws digging into her windpipe.
"You were to us" Ethan smiled gently, "we dragged you into our mess"
"I dragged myself into it" she corrected with an eye roll, "stop taking all the blame asshole, did anyone force me to sleep with Aiden? No, I was fully capable of making that decision myself"
Ethan frowned, "you were drunk, and I mean off your face drunk and not to mention as high as a kite, I don't think you were capable of making even the most simplest decision like what sauce you wanted on your hotdog, let alone who you wanted to sleep with"
"Wow... Flattering image you have there" she muttered sarcastically, sending him a heated glare as she saw Scott just bite his lip and glance down, obviously realising they were getting to more personal territory where as Stiles just gripped her hand tighter, his body clenching. She knew he didn't mind she had a past but it didn't mean he liked hearing about it in that kind of detail.
Ethan took one glance at Scott's awkward look and Stiles' clenched jaw before shrugging at her, "it's true and because of that the blame does fall on Aiden, on us"
"Well if it wasn't Aiden then it would've just been some other douchebag, maybe several, and maybe all at once so I think I got a lucky escape with him to be honest" she commented, "and my past sexual encounters are not what we're here to talk about"
"Right" Ethan sent her a small smile, "well our Alpha-" he turned back to Scott and Stiles, "-he was the worst of the worst, sometimes worse than Deucalion"
Ethan was right, he wasn't even exaggerating there.
"Couldn't you fight back?" Stiles' tone was clipped, his annoyance evident as he squared his shoulders and tightened his grip around her hand protectively, "wolf out on his ass?"
"We uh... We couldn't control it back then. We were inadequate around our old pack and when we did get some time to ourselves we were... Angry" She felt Ethan's careful gaze fall on her but she just kept her stare diverted to the side as she felt Stiles step closer to her, his hip pressing against hers, "Aiden was the worst, he was always the protective one and because I was gay I always got the brunt of the attacks and my brother felt guilty that he couldn't stop it... So every time our Alpha raised his claws to me Aiden would step in, volunteer to be the one who got hurt. For months he was the one that ended up bloody and bruised, acting meek around our pack but violent and aggressive whenever he wasn't with them. He's not so much like that anymore, Deucalion taught us control but back then? He was out of control, badly"
"How badly?" Scott questioned, looking engrossed in the story.
Ethan's eyes darkened, "bad enough that his girlfriend decided to leave because she was scared of what he might do if he found out she was pregnant" he answered honestly as Kayla snapped her gaze to meet his, her eyes widening in shock at that statement and a slight embarrassed flush started to tinge her cheeks - she didn't want her friends hearing about those vulnerable scared moments she had, no fucking way.
"Again, off topic" she snapped, glaring at her former friend before hissing quietly, "shut up"
"So Deucalion taught us and then we ripped our Alpha apart. Literally. We tore him apart until there was nothing left"
"So all of your emissionaries are dead? All of them? Even yours and Aiden's?"
"All of them" Ethan nodded, "Except Deucalion's - Ms Morrell - that's apart of the initiation, our old pack had to be killed"
"So you couldn't have just brought a pie or something?" Stiles muttered sarcastically, "a bunch of flowers, had a welcoming party?"
Ethan shot him a glare but before he could snap something back he winced in pain, hunching over and grabbing his chest.
She stepped forward, unable to stop the small spike of concern that shot through her chest but Stiles was still holding onto her for dear life, pulling her back to his side protectively, his eyes guarded but frantic as she glanced up at him. He still looked a little bent out of shape, his cheeks a little flushed but he sent her the strangest of looks - like he was trying to smile but it came out as more of a wince, staring down at her in thoughtful contemplation.
It was like he was thinking over Ethan's words, what Ethan thought from his point of view, what it was like for her before Beacon Hills, before him.
"What? What is it? Are you hurt?" Scott rushed out, stepping forward to grab Ethan's shoulder as Kayla tore her gaze from Stiles'.
"No, not me" Kayla watched as pure frenzied concern stead across Ethan's expression, "my brother"
"You definitely have the Hale stupidity" Kayla observed as she dabbed away carefully at the cut that split Cora's skin near her hairline, "I mean really? Aiden?"
Cora looked up from where she was perched on the end of Coach's desk, Lydia, Scott and Stiles hovering behind them, "that was for Boyd, or have you forgotten already?" Referring to how she attacked him in the locker room but that ended with her getting her ass seriously kicked.
"I'll let that slide" Kayla snapped back as calmly as possible, continuing to sweep the cloth across her forehead and wiping up the dried blood that stuck to her olive skin.
"Not just the Hale stupidity but also the Hale suicidal tendencies" both her and Cora shot Stiles a sharp glare at that, "what? It's true, your family just jumps head first into things, I mean come on, what were you thinking trying to get one up on Aiden?"
"Doing something that you and your stupid little friends aren't doing. I did it for Boyd. Not that you lot seem to care all that much" she pushed away Kayla's arm roughly, sending them all a glare, "remember him?"
She winced a little at the force Cora pushed her away, that slight twinge pulling at the stitches in her stomach but she remained stone faced and stubborn, "Cora, stop"
"What? It's true" she stared at them all in disappointment, "all you seem to care about is each other, your perfect little pack" she spat bitterly, "it's codependent, it's unhealthy, don't you see that? Can't you see that?" She demanded, "It seems only Erica and I really care about Boyd"
"That's not true" Scott said as calmly as ever, "Boyd was our friend"
"Was he?" Cora shot back, "because you're not doing a damn thing about his death" and with that she shoved past Kayla and stormed her way from Coach's office, making sure to slam the door behind her so hard it made the walls shake.
"That went well" Kayla muttered under her breath sarcastically, throwing the cloth in the bin and sighing loudly, "I should probably go and make sure she-"
"No, it's okay" Lydia interrupted, "I'll go, make sure she gets back to the loft alright"
"... You sure?" She asked hesitantly, "she looks ready to tear some throats open"
She sent Kayla a blatant look, glancing once at Stiles next to her before staring back at Kayla again with her eyebrows raised, "yes, I'm sure"
She frowned, wondering what Lydia was referring to but everything fell into place as she soaked up Stiles' expression - it was pretty vacant at first glance but she could clearly see the anger and apprehension shining in his glassy stare, as well as the way he was chewing on the inside of his cheek like he was comprehending something, his mind clearly somewhere else.
And she had a feeling she knew where.
Damn Ethan and his big mouth.
"Sure" she nodded, "just uh, just call if something happens okay?"
Lydia nodded in understanding, taking ahold of Scott's wrist and tugging him from the office, quietly shutting the door behind them leaving just her and Stiles alone.
She peeked up at him through her eyelashes, well aware that his whole body seemed tense and rigid.
"Did what Ethan say really get to you that much?" She asked quietly, starting off slow and hesitant, "because it's stuff you already knew Stiles"
He cleared his throat, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck, "just because I knew it that didn't mean I liked hearing about it" he met her gaze head on, "I felt you flinch Kaylz... When Ethan mentioned his Alpha" she resisted flinching again, "you didn't tell me about that"
She exhaled loudly, crossing her arms as she sat back on coach's desk, "there was nothing to tell, not really. I met him once, that's all"
"Well clearly it left an impact" he muttered sarcastically, dipping his head down as he waited for her to answer, to tell him why she was clearly affected by it but she remained silent. So what? She got her ass kicked once, she had her ass killed multiple times, more times than she liked to admit, that didn't mean anything. Though maybe this time it left more of a mark because it was Ethan and Aiden's alpha, an alpha that really was a mean piece of work.
Stiles sighed as he realised she wasn't going to tell him, slowly walking to stand opposite her, "were you really that scared of Aiden?" He whispered quietly, his warm fingers tilting her chin up, "was he that bad?"
"Not scared... Wary" she corrected with a sad smile, "I was never scared of Aiden, not really, he hit me, I hit back. I was never scared because I knew he wasn't like that, not really. He was just... Lost"
"You don't have to make excuses for him"
"I'm not" she answered honestly with a small chuckle, "his alpha... He was called Max" she couldn't help the quirk of her lips at that, "pretty normal name huh? Anyway this one time Aiden showed up in my motel room, he was... Well... Both his arms were broken, snapped at the elbow. He had... He had claw marks all down his back, I honestly thought for a minute he wouldn't heal, and for a few seconds some part of me wished he wouldn't but I needed him... Or I thought I needed him. Except when he healed he got angry... Really angry" she chuckled without emotion, "what he did, well... I knew I couldn't let it carry on, especially because of the baby. If he got angrier and I lost her... There would be no one to blame but myself but if I told him?... I had no idea how he would react, for all I knew he would've driven me to the nearest abortion clinic and be done with it... So I left. He... He begged me not to, started apologising for everything, said he would leave his pack if I would just stay with him but we weren't good people back then. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, was toxic... Sex and drugs, that was it. But I saw how sorry he was, how badly he did want to change, to be the person his mother wanted him to be before she died but I couldn't risk it... So I turned my back and left and never looked back. Do I regret it? Yes I do" he looked a little shocked at that, his brows furrowing, "Aiden... As much as I hate him, as much as I despise him, I can't help but, well, not love him... Feel for him I guess, because I know he's better than this"
Stiles still looked like he didn't really understand where she was coming from, his eyes darkening, "I'm sorry but any guy that does that doesn't deserve any forgiveness and the way he's been acting lately it doesn't sound like he's changed"
"Hmmm" she just muttered, not wanting to get into a debate with Stiles right now, feeling his fingers flutter across her neck as he pressed his forehead against hers, "point is all that happened and I can't change it and I'm sorry it makes you uncomfortable"
"No... No, no, no" he rushed out quickly, "it's chill, no judge here, this is a no judge zone, no judging in this vicinity" he rambled, "I just wish I met you earlier, before you ever got involved with Aiden"
She sighed contently, imagining that and how differently everything would have been, "sounds nice"
He grinned, lifting one hand to thread through her hair, "sounds amazing" he corrected before leaning down and brushing his nose against hers, his knees bent so they were eye level as he stood between her legs as she sat propped on the desk, allowing her hands to drift up his arms, "if you lived here I would have totally had my third grade crush on you"
She laughed, eyes brightening up with amusement, "I would be eight... That's kinda creepy Stiles" she teased, running her bare fingers across his biceps.
"I would be eight too" he barked out a laugh, "so that makes it a little less creepy"
"You would be one of those eight year olds that pulled girls pigtails for fun wouldn't you?"
"And you would be more of those eight year olds that would trip over the bullies and be the one to steal their pack lunches, right?"
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, holding back her laughs, "sure, I may have been eight but I had a mean punch"
"If you weren't a Hale I may have been shocked"
"Ha-ha" she smirked, running her hands up his arms and over his shoulders to tangle in his unruly hair, "you know you love it"
"Oh totally" he chuckled, "your Hale-ness is forever adorable"
Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, her eyes glinting with amusement as she glanced down at his lips, finding herself audibly gulping and getting a little hot under the collar at the sight of his flushed cheeks and ruffled appearance, his shirt creased and lopsided as he crouched to stare into her eyes.
"Stiles?" She hummed as he raised his eyebrows in questioning, his own dark gaze flitting across her face, "can you-" she cut herself off as her voice broke, her hands tightening around locks of his hair, "-can you kiss me?"
His tongue immediately shot out to wetten his lips, his stare clashing with hers, "you don't have to ask me twice" and with that he slowly leaned forward, his lips agonisingly slowly brushing against hers with the faintest of pressure, causing her mouth to open in a quiet gasp, his hot breath inching along her lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, he knew, she knew he knew, especially if the way his hands tangled into her hair, pulling it back in his grip to tilt her head back was anything to go by.
He was still soft though, his grip loose, his lips gliding over hers slowly because he knew how hesitant she was with this type of contact, taking it cautiously.
Her arms loosened from his neck, slipping them down his chest and raking her nails over his shirt causing him to shiver, his breathing hitching more as she let her cold hands dip underneath the fabric of his shirt, her nails lightly scratching along the dusting of dark hair below his navel.
He jolted a little in surprise, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she traced gentle patterns along the warm flushed skin of his stomach, her fingertips dipping into the small crease of his v-lines on his slender hips.
It was surprisingly nice. Not that it wasn't always of course, it was always amazing, but now she felt more comfortable, more at ease touching him like this, letting him touch her. He broke the kiss, slowly bowing his head to nuzzle into the side of her neck, his hands loosening around her hair and letting it fall in loose curls around her shoulders, his hot touch trailing down her sides and clinging to her hips.
His lips were burning hot on the cool skin on the curve of her neck, pressing the most gentlest butterfly kisses along the length of her neck before brushing them along her sweet spot causing her back to arch, his arms slipping around her waist and pulling her closer.
She could smell his slightly scented shampoo, the apple scent filling her nostrils but before she could fall away dazed into dream land, loving the way his soft lips caressed her skin his phone starting to blare out its loud ring causing him to jump back, accidentally knocking his head with hers in the process.
"Wow, romantic" she smirked, rubbing the side of her head as he cringed and mouthed an apology, one hand hitting the answer button and the other slowly stroking along the side of her head over the bruise that would no doubt form there.
"Yeah?" He answered gruffly and listened intently for a few seconds before his eyes widened, "wait, what? Your dad?"
She frowned, mouthing 'what?' so he just helped her down from the desk, hitting the speaker button and holding it up so both of them could hear, "Allison, Kayla's here, it's on speaker"
"My dad, he has like some kind of map and marking them is the categories - categories of the killings, right now the darach seems to be killing either guardians or philosophers"
"Wait... Guardians?" Kayla asked hesitantly, "like... Like protectors or parents?"
"I don't know" Allison asked miserably, "but Stiles your dad..."
Kayla bit the inside of her cheek and glanced sideways at Stiles who had gone as white as a sheet, gulping nervously, "yeah... My dad's in law enforcement, and a parent"
"Maybe you should tell him" Allison suggested gently, "for his own safety"
Kayla and Stiles shared a dreaded look - deep down she knew Stiles knew he had to tell his dad eventually but it seemed sudden, too out of the blue. It was definitely a shock to the system.
"Yeah... Yeah I know"
They hung up and Kayla just stared at Stiles in sympathy, her hand slowly reaching out to squeeze his, "he was bound to find out eventually"
Stiles rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, sighing loudly, "it's just too soon... I don't know what to say to make him believe me. He's stubborn, he'll think I'm lying"
"I think he may not want to believe but that doesn't mean he won't" she soothed, "is he working just now?"
He glanced down at his watch, "no, another hour"
"Do you want to do it now?" She asked softly, "I mean, maybe before his shift is better but it's up to you"
He looked like he was preparing himself, squaring his shoulders and nodding determinedly, "now. Now is better" he tilted his head to the side, catching her stare, "can you come with me? Not just for the moral support but if he takes it badly then I may need you to do that sexy eye glowing thing, that way he can't call me nuts and ground me for all eternity"
She chuckled lightheartedly at that, nodding her head, "of course, you don't even have to ask"
"Scott is a werewolf?"
That disbelieving tone was like a dagger to the heart and she cringed, glancing sideways at Stiles from where they stood. She saw his face fall, like all his hopes and dreams were shattering in front of his very eyes.
"... Yes"
"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?"
"Hunter. That's... purple's hunter" Stiles indicated down to the chessboard that was plastered with multiple colours.
"That includes Allison and her family, Gerard, Victoria, Chris" Kayla piped in, nodding her head along with what she said.
The sheriff continued to stare.
"And that black one.. What is that, a String-what?"
"Strigoi" Stiles corrected, "that was Brian. Remember his miraculous return from the dead? Yeah, that's why"
"And before that he was a hunter?"
"No, a protector" Kayla added, "him and his parents"
"Protectors?' The sheriff folded his arms, "aren't they the same as hunters?"
"More insane" Stiles nodded, "waaaaaay more insane"
"Nuts really" Kayla agreed.
"And... And Jackson is a kanima?"
"Was" Stiles agreed, nodding, "he got bit by Derek whose an Alpha but turned into a kanima and then died twice and now he's a werewolf"
"Right" the sheriff deadpanned, "and your family-" he stared at Kayla in disbelief, "-they're all werewolves?"
"The ones that aren't dead? Yeah, some of them"
He cocked an eyebrow, looking more and more flustered as time went on, "so you're a werewolf?"
"No dad" Stiles rolled his eyes, pointing to the chess piece in pink, "part werewolf, part human, part Encantado, we've been over this"
"Encantado?" The sheriff was getting more and more frazzled, "what is that exactly?"
"I can... Y'know, seduce people or whatever" she explained with a shrug as Stiles face palmed himself at her not so delicate explanation, "sex is kinda my thing"
The sheriff continued to gape before shaking his head and staring hard at Stiles, "-and the Druid is the one sacrificing people?"
"No" Stiles sighed, "that's the darach, a Druid turned dark"
"This is insane" the sheriff announced, "I don't know what you kids think you're doing here" he gave them both a critical eye over, "what have you been smoking?"
"Smoking? What? We haven't been smoking anything" Stiles exclaimed, "dad just listen-"
"No" the sheriff was getting angrier and angrier, "I don't have time Stiles, people are dying, innocent people, don't you get that?" He snapped harshly and Kayla felt Stiles jolt next to her in surprise at his dad's sharp tone, "I don't have time to listen to made up fairytales"
"It's not made up dad"
The sheriff's cheeks turned red with anger, "of course it is, who in their right mind would believe this?"
Stiles bit down on his lip, looking dejected.
"Sheriff" Kayla said cautiously, not wanting to anger him further and get on his bad side, "I know how crazy this sounds-"
"Kayla, sweetheart-" and she faltered at his authoritive tone, "-don't. I know you've both been through a lot with the baby and everything but this isn't the right way to deal with it" both she and Stiles hunched over a little at that, that statement hitting them like a punch to the stomach, "I need to go to work"
"Dad-"
"No" the sheriff finally lost his cool, glaring at Stiles, "no, stop it. Stop talking Stiles, just stop" and with that he sent them both withering and disappointed looks before stomping across the room, his feet so heavy they made the floor shake.
She knew it would be hard to convince the sheriff, he was stubborn and hard headed and very into facts and evidence, telling him about the supernatural world was like forcing him to turn his back on all his beliefs and morals.
Unless, of course, she showed him.
He couldn't very well turn his back on what was in front of him could he?
She balled her fists in concentration, forcing herself to feel the power running through her veins, every single drop of pure strength she possessed. She had to make him believe, she just had to. Not just for him or them but for Stiles, for the guy that had already sacrificed too much. She wasn't going to let him sacrifice the relationship he had with his dad as well as everything else, no way.
The light overhead started flickering, shadows being cast across the room as the Sheriff faltered over the threshold of the bedroom, his posture turning rigid.
So she upped the ante.
She wasn't used to using her power like this - voluntarily she meant. She was so used to it just happening that she didn't have time to feel the effects it had on her body but oh boy did she feel them now. It drained her, making her feel instantly tired but she powered through, increasing the tightness of the fists she had formed and the next thing she knew the bulb in Stiles' lamp exploded, followed by the light overhead and the glass cup he had sat on his computer desk. Little shards of glass exploded through the darkened room as the Sheriff jumped like he had been shot, staring at the two with wide eyes.
That familiar slight burn happened to her eyes as she felt them coming alive, glowing that smouldering bright emerald green, her gaze piercing through the Sheriff's frightened one as Stiles grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together.
"So?" She practically panted, whole body feeling weak and lethargic as she gazed upon the sheriff's shocked expression with her almost neon stare, "do you believe us now?"
A)n yay, another one done, hope u liked. Again sorry for the wait, super busy but U know would cheer me up? Your thoughts haha they mean a lot and I live every single one of you that do, and hey, they inspire me to write more haha
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