Chapter 30: Bad Seed
Sammy had caught wind of a party. As much as she couldn't get drunk, she desperately wanted something to do that wasn't sitting on Aiden's lap and making out in movie theaters. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she sort of missed the head-high that she used to feel when she used to party, even if there wasn't drinking or drugs involved. God, she wished at least weed would work, but Derek had told her none of it would. Sounded stupid since faster healing would actually make the receptors in your brain more susceptible to mind altering chemicals such as the onces that stem from recreational drugs. It would likely just make it near impossible to overdose. But, she was worried that if she tried any drugs, she'd just be bummed out by them not working.
Aiden was supposed to be going with her to the party tonight, so she was currently getting ready, and he'd be on his way over soon. That meant she needed to wrap up her makeup. Currently, she had a full face. Contoured to perfection, highlighting making her glow like a goddess, nude eyeshadow with perfect, thick, cat eyeliner, and her lips painted an intoxicating red. To make matters worse for any boy who would encounter her that night, her hair was perfectly curled in ringlets, not her usual natural waves. But the thing that would really drive her attraction home was the ensemble she had on beneath her robe that she wore to protect the fabric from hairspray and makeup fallout. Clinging tightly to her body was a matching set of a black, cropped tank top and a high waisted black mini-skirt. Just an inch, a sliver of her well toned waist peeked out between the top and bottom.
With the sound of Aiden's truck pulling up, she skipped to her room. The bombshell in a push-up bra whipped off her robe, revealing her little black outfit, and slid on her leather black booties. With her purse in hand, she rushed down the stairs, her heels clicking against the hardwood with each step. Neither her father nor brother were home at the moment, so she had no fear of leaving the house so scantily clad for a party that clearly was going to have underage drinking and drug use. Nevertheless, she whipped out of her house, locked the front door behind her, and took a breath. Now was the time to begin her night of fun. She turned to Aiden's truck and sauntered on over. Upon closing the gap, she pulled open the passenger door to the sight of his rather dumbstruck expression.
"You...you look…"
"Hot," she finished for him. "I look hot. I know. I'm glad you like it," she grinned before pulling herself up and into his truck. The last time she'd ridden in it, she was a human, and Derek was still pining for her, and Jackson was still a Kanima trying to kill people, and Matt was still alive. What wild times she'd lived in before becoming supernatural as well and somehow having a normal teenage summer.
"Yes, I very much like it," Aiden smirked as he put the truck into drive and pulled away from the Stilinksi residence.
"Still can't believe we've never partied together," Sammy mused, she was twirling one of her perfect, chocolate colored curls in her fingers. Playing with the singular curl distracted her from the obvious male gaze that Aiden was giving her. Honestly? A few months ago she'd be clamoring for more clothing and to hide from the way he was looking at her. But now? She was eating it up, thriving on the way she made his heart beat faster, and the way he bit his lip at the sight of her.
"I mean, us hanging out was very off and on until summer rolled around," he replied.
"Gee, I wonder why," Sammy laughed.
"I know, I know, the whole Derek biting you thing and me being a dick kind of had part of it-"
"No, no, it was all me. But all those things holding me back are gone now," she assured him. Derek hadn't said more than a short string of words to her in weeks. More or less, he'd send Isaac to come check on her and see if she needed anything. He still hadn't taught her anything else other than how to anchor herself and maintain control. Shit Alpha he was turning out to be, but she couldn't blame him. It was kind of awkward trying to teach the ways of being a werewolf to a teenage girl that also happens to be your ex that's harboring a vendetta about some guys she originally told you to leave you alone, but then they basically got a slap on the wrist from the legal system and sentenced to the simplistic joke of a punishment that was community service.
"Well, I'm glad we're having more of our firsts," Aiden smiled.
"I do have a question though," Sammy informed him.
"Okay?"
"I know werewolves can't get drunk, but can they do drugs?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Well, I kind of miss smoking weed and stuff at parties," she explained.
"I mean, dogs and other kinds of canines can get drunk and high, but the reason we more or less can't is the fact that we have accelerated healing-"
"I know that, but hear me out. Accelerated healing means we have perfect receptors in our brains to experience weed and most hallucinogens," Sammy argued. Aiden paused.
"Theoretically, yeah. But-"
"Have you ever actually tried?"
"No-"
"Can we try tonight?"
Aiden laughed, shook his head, and said, "No, we're not doing drugs tonight. But if you really want to, we could try it some other time in a controlled environment. If they work, we wouldn't want to expose the secret of lycanthropy to some random teenagers at a party that we barely know anyone at."
"Ah, you're right. But I still have the phone number of my plug from when I was human. Testing the theory is just a phone call away," she informed him, earning another laugh.
"Sounds like a plan, Samasaurus," he agreed. Sammy froze, and then turned her head to him in confusion.
"Did you just call me, 'Samasaurus'?" she asked. A larger smile overtook his smirk.
"Yes, yes I did. Is nicknaming not allowed in this budding relationship?"
"I mean it's allowed, but Samasaurus? Really? Dinosaur style?" She giggled. Aiden just couldn't shake his smile as they drove to the party.
It took a little bit, but they finally arrived a few towns over to the party she'd been invited to by some girls she went to school with. Aiden parked the car on the street outside the house and the two of them approached the house with an excited caution, taking in the sight of teenagers getting drunk, being rowdy, and living up late afternoon as the sun began to set into night.
Aiden looked at her and asked, "You sure this is how you wanna spend your night?"
"What, do you not wanna be here?" She inquired, grinning at him as she took his hand into hers and pulled him along to the party, not breaking eye contact.
"Oh, no, I definitely wanna be here. Here with you looking like that? Damn, I could really get used to this," Aiden said. She could smell his attraction to her, and it wasn't in the least bit menacing. She wished she could've been a werewolf the night of the dance. She would've been sober and would've known those boys were going to do what they did, but that was behind her.
As they entered the party, there were teenagers everywhere. Some from Beacon Hills, some from the private school, Devenford Prep. There were also some from Beacon's fated rival highschool, Highlands. She only recognized them from her human memories from soccer games and lacrosse games alike. Plus, there was a lot of overlap in the party circuit, especially in the summer when half the kids were gone on actual vacations or at summer camp being counselors since they're old enough now.
Immediately, the dynamic duo of werewolves obtained drinks to fit in, and got to exploring. There were beer pong games set up tournament style all over the first level of the house. The back yard had minglers and people down to their skivvies swimming in a rather large pool. The basement door emanated black lights and strobes, along with heavy base and party music. Aiden looked at the door to the basement, and Sammy smiled. Both of them knew where they wanted to be first. They set their drinks down and walked hand in hand to the basement. He opened the door and immediately they were washed over with music, the bass booming into their souls.
The two of them went downstairs and were met with the sight of maybe 30 teenagers bumping together like it was a rave in the massive, unfinished basement. There were fairy lights strung up everywhere, while there were also strobe lights flashing in so many different colors while the black lights painted the entire world of the basement in ultra-violet. One thing let to another, and they both ended up with glow-in-the-dark necklaces, one on his neck, one on her head like a crown, and multiple all over their wrists as they danced.
The music drowned out every other sound in the room. She was able to tune out, let it dull her werewolf senses, and focus one solely the body dancing so closely to hers. She twisted and wiggled her body in a provocative manner, swinging her hips and enjoying the biological reaction she'd received from Aiden. His smile refused to leave his face, and it made her heart swell. Enjoying that moment with him was something she'd never had with Derek, and that was the only comparison made or thought even remotely related to her designated Alpha that she'd have the entire night. He vanished from her mind as everything about her was consumed by Aiden's presence.
When his skin came into contact with hers, it was an undeniable feeling of heat, like molten lava was rolling beneath her skin. Everything was impossible to resist. The way he smelled, the way he looked at her, the sound of his breathing, his movements in tangent with hers, and even the way his lips looked. He'd been smirking, but now his face was different, the expression of simplistic, entirely consuming, attraction. His eyes flashed red for a moment, and hers responding with gold, and suddenly she lunged forward, kissing him of her own volition.
It was irresistible. His lips pressed against hers set her entire body on fire and there was nothing she could do about it. Giving in would mean letting herself belong to him. There was something entirely different about the way she was kidding him at the moment that she'd ever kissed anyone. There was no fear, no strife, no discomfort, and there was no desperation to please him. She could sense Aiden's own pleasure, and he was pleasing her just fine on his own. The entire room of dancing teenagers vanished from her senses as she gave in to the intimacy shared between her and an alpha that wasn't hers, but he certainly was her man. There was no feeling of betrayal, nothing. When they separated, her eyes locked with his.
"I wanna do that again," Sammy told him. No one else could hear her except him, even beneath the music.
"Good," Aiden replied. His lips crashed back into hers and it was euphoric. Their hot and heavy exchange was more intoxicating that anything she'd ever experienced, apart from actually being intoxicated or high on drugs. As far as normal things that had nothing to do with drugs went, this was supreme.
When he finally pulled away, he decided, "We should probably spend some time upstairs."
"Why?"
"Well, it's getting hot down here and there's other fun things to do at this party, like beer pong," he explained as he began to lead her out of the rave of a basement.
"But we can't get drunk?"
"Exactly. It's fun making people squirm about being sore losers. Worse comes to worst, someone's tried to punch me for that before but since I'm a werewolf and an Alpha, it wouldn't matter," Aiden elaborated. The two of them made it upstairs and found new drinks. Basically the two of them had plain sodas, but the other party goers didn't know that.
"Stumble up to them, give your best drunk impression, and say we're next," Aiden said to her as two teams of jocks about to wrap up their game. She nodded and did exactly as he said. Sammy stumbled over to them with a big dopey smile on her face and allowing her eyes to go in and out of focus.
"Hey, my boyfriend and I," she slurred, "I want us to play next."
The two guys about to win their current game said, "Aight, sounds like an easy win to me."
"She seems to think otherwise. Girl's got a mean shot," Aiden taunted them.
"We'll see about that," one of the guys grinned. Sammy and Aiden exchanged eye contact and smiled. The two of them posted up at the other end of the table as they re-racked the cups that had been knocked out in the previous round.
The game was a slaughter.
The two boys are decent at best, but their opponents were two werewolves with finely tuned senses. They sank every single shot like no other. The entire crowd of people around them were in awe. Once they got down to one cup left, it was her turn to shoot. Their opponents still had five cups left, and they didn't have much hope. She was about to sink her final shot. Sammy lined up her hips, felt the way her body was positioned in relation to the shot she wanted to make, and let it fly. But before the ball left her fingers, she heard a voice mid throw.
"Yeah, man. Brandon left earlier, but I'm sticking around. I could really use something stronger than this drink," it said as she made her shot. She didn't even pay attention long enough to see her beer pong ball miss and hit the edge of the cup. Aiden looked confused until he saw her turning, her entire demeanor changing before his very eyes. She scanned the party until she saw the source of the voice. Standing over by the stairs was a teenage boy, about a year older than her with blonde, curly hair. It was Cole.
The two boys playing beer pong with her and Aiden made their final two shots and Aiden finished the game in one go. She'd been frozen in place, staring down someone she hadn't expected to see. Once Aiden wrapped up the game for her, they relinquished the table to another set of teams, but she hadn't moved.
"Sammy, what's happening?" he asked before following her line of sight. He saw Cole, and soon he was putting two and two together.
"That's Cole-"
"The one you want to choke out?" He asked,
"Yes," she said before Cole finally noticed her. His eyes flitted away and avoided her. That was when Sammy became pissed off.
"No, he doesn't get to ignore me," she snarled before storming forward, Aiden staying behind to let her handle her own business. Cole realized she was coming and immediately got on the move, He was trying to dodge her, but she followed him into the kitchen, into the back yard, around the pool, and soon they were moving deeper and deeper into the back yard.
"God, please stop following me," he said, his voice full of guilt as he glanced back at her. Sammy couldn't stop.
"No, I want to talk to you," she replied. Now he was entering the tree line. He was crossing unto territory where she'd be in power. He was luring her into the woods, and yet that would be his biggest mistake of the night.
"Like that went so well last time," Cole responded. His adrenaline was spiking as his heart rate picked up. She remained calm. She was cold and calculating as she stalked him into the woods. When he finally stopped, she began closing the gap.
"Like I said, I want to talk to you," she smiled.
"You're fucking nuts," he snapped at her.
"I'm nuts? Says the guy who let his friends convince him to rape a girl with them," Sammy snapped back. Guess that was the wrong thing to say because Cole slapped her soon after she finished her sentence. The slap immediately turned her eyes gold. She could've controlled them, but she wanted him to be afraid.
"What-what the hell is that?" he asked, referring to her glowing, gold eyes. They burned before him and his chemo signals turned from paranoid to afraid.
"Do you really wanna know what it is?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, a smile creeping onto her lips.
"No, just please, leave me alone, Sammy," he pleaded, taking a step back from her as her face shifted, her fangs appearing along with the rumble of a growl working its way up her throat. His eyes had gone wide.
"No, I'm not gonna leave you alone," she told him in a small, quiet voice. He continued to step back, moving away from her. But she pressed on, maintaining the distance between the two of them as his eyes found the sight of her claws.
"Please, I can go home. You don't have to see me ever again," he pleased.
"I wanted to go home too. I told Brandon that. I told him I didn't feel well and I wanted to go home, and that was before I figured out it was the three of you spiking my drinks to make sure I couldn't fight back-"
"He never told me that he put drugs in your drink!" he told her, but there was a change in his heart beat during his statement.
"You see, the funny part about being a monster like me? I can hear your heart, and you just lied, Cole. I used to believe you and your innocent act, but you just wanted to get it off your record for college, so you ratted on your friends," Sammy mused, now closing the gap as Cole backed himself into a tree.
"What are you gonna do?" Cole asked, but he spoke too soon. She was already about to show him. Her hand flew up to his neck and trapped him against the tree. She contracted her grasp and caused him to gasp and sputter for air. He couldn't breathe.
"You wanna know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna choke you just like you choked me out for telling the truth. But it's not gonna stop you from hearing the truth," she snarled.
"Please, just let me go," he begged once again, still struggling to breathe. She found amusement in the way his strained voice sounded because of her.
"Brandon drugged me," she began. "He dragged me up the stairs, away from the party, with you and Thomas following him. I was thrown onto that bed, and you took the first turn. When it was your turn, I was too out of it to fight back. The fear hadn't fully set in. I was in shock as you forced yourself upon me and I just laid there, trying to understand what was happening," she crooned, murmuring her story into his ear. "And you know what? You took my virginity, Cole. I can't get that back because you stole it. It's supposed to be sweet and slow. But you just went in and did your business. You broke me in for your friends, and you enjoyed yourself at my expense-"
"I didn't know you were a virgin. Brandon said he'd had sex with you before-"
"Did I say you could speak? No, I didn't," she growled. "But I do want to know. Why would you want to do that to me?" she requested. Her hand loosened just enough for him to speak unencumbered, but he was still trapped against the tree.
"I didn't want it to happen like that. Originally, I wanted to ask you to the dance, I wanted to be your date. I wanted it to be all romantic, and then I could keep asking you out, and we'd start dating, but Brandon said that wouldn't work. He said you're not that kind of girl. He said that if any of us wanted a chance with you, we'd have to do it together. He convinced us to do it," Cole answered. It was ridiculous. It was absurd. Sammy couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Except you still did it. Him convincing you doesn't make you any less guilty," she laughed, tightening her grasp on his throat, even tighter than before. He was coughing and gagging, unable to breathe at all now. His croaked attempts at breathing weren't enough.
"You three bad seeds broke me. But it's okay, someone else killed me and it ended up giving me the power to hurt you the way you hurt me," she mused. The fear in his eyes told her everything she needed to know about the way he perceived her words. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to do exactly what you did to me. That's counterintuitive and won't show you my pain. You three took something from me. You took my life from me. I was a happy, party going, teenage girl with a whole normal life ahead of me. A freshman. I was your friend, and the three of you threw all of that away for me. So, I'm gonna throw it away for you. I'm gonna take your life from you," she explained.
The full moon above her shone its light on her skin through the trees and Sammy took it in, closing her eyes for a moment. The power, the energy, the bloodlust, all flowed through her. It was quick and simple. She crushed his jugular and esophagus as her claws punctured his carotid artery. Her free hand plunged into his chest before she ripped her hands free of him. Cole crumbed to the ground, soon soaked in his own blood as she listened to the sound of him gasping for air. He couldn't breathe, and his chest wound wasn't helping. She'd given him a sucking chest wound, and there was no coming back from either injury.
"It had to be this way, Cole," she told him, her face returning to normal, but her golden eyes still remained. "I was convinced the legal system would punish you in a way you deserved, but I was wrong. Just had to kill you instead," she whispered. The fear was still prevalent in his eyes as the rest of his body grew weaker.
A twig snapped, and Sammy was signaled to Aiden's presence. She didn't even have to look up to know it was him. He remained silent as she watched the light leave Cole's. The moment his heart truly stopped, her own eyes made the dramatic transition from Gold to a cold Blue. She stood up from the dead boy's side and finally made eye contact with Aiden. Her glowing blue eyes faded into her traditional, ocean blue, and he took a breath.
"How did it feel?" he asked. His face had remained stoic, unchanged.
"It felt good," she responded. There wasn't an ounce of guilt. Derek had told her that a werewolves' eyes change colors when they take an innocent life, but Sammy now realized that it was more of a literal sense. Innocent in the Hale family's minds must've been the overall description for anyone who wasn't a murder or monster. Except Cole was a monster, just not the kind you'd ever expect. His death still darkened her spark, but that wouldn't make her weaker or full of guilt. It would give her power.
That kind of power motivated her. Aiden stood before her, and she immediately jumped on him, bloody hands and all. He caught her, his hands on her ass as he held her up against himself. Sammy's lips crushed into his as they engaged in a rather hot and heavy make-out session. She felt her back pressed against a tree, and she reacted by dragging her nails across his back, her entire body responding to his physical stimulus. She couldn't resist it. She wasn't afraid of it.
Sammy felt alive.
But then her eyes opened, and she saw Cole's glazed over eyes looking at her.
"I really like how you're touching me, but we need a change of scenery," Sammy said, still eyeing Cole's body that she'd shredded.
"Right, someone could wander over and find the body. We shouldn't be anywhere near it if they do," Aiden responded. The two of them hurried, taking a route that swung wide so as to avoid the party. Once they'd made it to the truck, he didn't hesitate to start the engine and drive her away from her well deserved crime.
Though the driving didn't last too long.
The second they hit the Beacon Hills Preserve, they couldn't wait much longer. Their teenage hormones had kicked into overdrive and Aiden had to pull the truck over to the side of the road. They quickly abandoned the vehicle and soon found themselves in the same position as before. She had mounted him, her legs straddling his waist as Aiden pressed her back up against a tree as their lips met once more.
She worked her way down from his lips, kissing his neck and scratching at his back in reaction to his touches that worked their way all over her body. She unwrapped her legs and pushed off from the tree, knocking Aiden over. His back hit the forest floor, and she remained on top of him. Her lips returned to his and his hands began trailing all over her exposed skin. He sat up and she removed his shirt before willingly removing her own. Aiden took one look at her in her lacy black bra and flipped them, putting her on her back. Her fingers trailed over his abs as his own traced up her thighs until they went beneath the fabric of her mini skirt. The heat of the moment had her wildly excited and kept her speechless. She'd never experienced anything like this before, and she never wanted to stop.
There was no turning back.
"God, you are unbelievably sexy," Aiden complimented her as she sat in the passenger seat of the truck, searching through her hair for any twigs or leaves that she'd missed. He pulled up in front of her house and parked.
"Ha, what about me is sexy? The fact that we just had sex int he middle of the woods or the fact that we almost did it in front a dead body?" Sammy laughed. It was weird not feeling bad about killing someone. Maybe it was because she killed someone who desperately deserved it.
"All of it. Plus, you owned your power tonight, you were the most beautiful, vengeful werewolf that I've ever seen," Aiden told her, his eyes so content with the sight of her.
"Really?"
"Really. Dead kid and all," he assured her. "But there is one thing," he added.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no, nothings wrong. Just something was strange. When your eyes changed from gold to blue, it wasn't just a transition. They stopped at green. Not just a phase, not for just a second, they were green for a full moment," Aiden explained. Sammy's eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"What do you mean they stopped at green? I thought werewolves only had gold, blue and red eyes?"
"They do, but yours were green before they turned blue. But maybe I'm just being crazy," Aiden brushed it off. "I've seen people make that change before, especially in my old pack. But maybe I was just so intoxicated by your beauty that I was just seeing things."
"Right. I'll go with that," Sammy laughed, leaning in to kiss him. "I'm gonna head in, but if you want to sneak in, I'll leave my window open," she offered. Aiden smiled.
"I might just take you up on that."
