So that updating twice in a week clearly didn't happen due to longer than expected work hours, so sorry about that, but I bring you an update now so please forgive me. This chapter's song is "Bailando" by: Enrique Iglesias. Enjoy!
Chapter 8: "Bailando"
"Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca
Con tremenda loca
(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)"
"ISAAC! ALLISON!" Scott hollered at the top of his lungs with panic setting in and thrumming through his veins causing his eyes to flash red as he ran out of the campsite searching for his adopted Beta brother and one of his best friends. At the sight of a splash of blue that looked to be the same color as Isaac's scarf on the other side of the site and on a dune, Scott turned and ran over there in time to catch the teenage boy's murmur of, "Five more minutes." The couple looked peaceful with Isaac, mouth wide open and drool coming down his cheek, sprawled on his back holding the waist of Allison who was lying with her head on his chest and an arm looped around his front. It sent a slight pang through the true Alpha's chest before Scott pushed it away, he knew that a part of him would always love Allison but she was with Isaac now and he had something going on with Kira so he was moving on; the wound only smarted once in a blue moon anymore. Smirking despite himself, and feeling like a real child at the moment, Scott leaned in as close as he could without entering hitting range before yelling as loud as could in his wolf voice, "WAKE UP!"
A flash of silver, brown, and orange was all the warning Scott got before he felt cold steel stab through his side and the werewolf growled in pain. "Sorry!" A female voice exclaimed as the huntress pulled out the blade and quickly wiped it off on her dark blue skinny jeans. "You sleep with those even with me?" Isaac asked while rubbing sleep from his eyes yet still managing to look hurt. Allison turned to him and gave him a pointed look with her, once again, brown eyes before shrugging and stating, "I'm always armed." Scott growled at them as he stared down at his ripped black button down and then looked at Allison in exasperation as he moaned, "That was my one nice shirt." Ignoring him, Isaac looked up at Allison from where he was still lying on the ground and added, "I am too but I take off my knives whenever I sleep, especially when it's just a nap!" Scott, ignoring the ludicrous idea that a werewolf like Isaac needed to become a weapons master level hunter like Argent and Allison, looked at them both with mirth in his eyes and torn shirt forgotten, "Did you two sleep out here?" Both hunters looked at each other and blushed lightly as they replied in unison, "I don't want to talk about it."
Scott was still chuckling by the time the trio made it back to the campsite and were greeted by Lydia with her hair perfectly up in a wraparound braid and decked out in a royal blue dress shirt with flowery skirt and Stiles tapping his foot and decked out in some of his more presentable clothes, specifically a black jacket and a t-shirt. "What happened." The banshee demanded without adding a question to the end of the sentence in her anger fueled by fear and earning a gulp from both Isaac and Allison while finally getting Scott to shut up. "We needed to get away for a moment and took a nap that apparently lasted longer than expected." Allison explained while Isaac nodded furiously in agreement. "And how did that end with Scott's shirt being slashed." Isaac answered Lydia this time with a slight smirk that made Allison fear what one liner was going to come out of his mouth this time, "Allison sleeps with knives. End of story." Stiles gave a forced smile as Lydia went white at the idea of her best friend always being armed, "See that was actually helpful thank you Isaac." Despite the condescending tone, Isaac understood that this was Stiles trying to be friendlier so he just grinned and accepted the backhand compliment before Lydia just rolled her eyes, like a pissed off mother, and pointed. "Just go get ready already!"
Within seconds, Isaac was being unceremoniously shoved towards his gym bag in the guy's tent while Allison was pulled into the girl's tent by Lydia who proceeded to shoo out Malia and Kira. "It's just a party." The Beta complained earning an eye roll from Stiles and a snort of amusement from Scott who was digging through his bag trying to find another clean shirt. "Just a party where we have to be convincingly human and act like we belong in a hunter and cartel family's scene!" Isaac rolled his eyes at Stiles' outburst, fitting in so well he practically blended into the wallpaper was something he'd excelled at since he was a child, this party should be no problem especially with Allison at his side helping him to keep up on the dancing end. Pulling on a clean maroon button and leaving it untucked so that he could slip his revolver into the back of his pants, Isaac slipped on his straight legged gray jeans followed by the combat boots that he had already worked in from all his training sessions with Argent. Glancing down at his boots, he slipped two ring daggers into them before glancing back in time to see Scott in a clean black shirt and Stiles gaping at him with questions in his eyes, "Since when did you become a living weapons arsenal?" Isaac grinned at that, it took a lot to gain Stiles' attention since his name was not Sheriff, Scott, Lydia, or Malia. "Since I became Argent's new apprentice." Stiles didn't mess with Isaac as much after that and it became a mutually beneficial situation for both parties, in the end, since the teens respected each other more.
Allison, meanwhile, was having her hair tugged back painfully hard as Lydia attacked the knots that had formed as a result of spending the whole night outside in the desert sleeping on Isaac's chest. As more sand fell from her chocolate curls, Lydia groaned and Allison smirked despite herself. Even though she and Isaac hadn't done anything at all in that sense, it was a moment that was entirely theirs and it was more loving in her eyes than making love could have been given the circumstances. "Tell me everything, every last dirty detail." Lydia ordered as she tugged at, what Allison hoped was, one of the last of the tangles. The huntress shrugged as she grinned remembering the star light above them and the steady comfort of his breathing and constant heart rate lulling her to sleep with his forgiveness and their confessions of love still ringing in her ears. "It really wasn't anything like that, Lydia. We really did just sleep." The banshee harumphed in disbelief at that but continued to fix her best friends hair into a semi-presentable messy bun with a few wisps framing her face. "Thank you Lydia." She smirked mischievously as she put her brush away and passed Allison a mid sleeve shirt that had gray lacey sleeves and a cotton maroon middle. "Even if you won't tell me the full truth of your desert escapades, please wear this at least, okay?" Allison took the normal looking top knowing what was coming next as Lydia pulled out a tight fitting gray mini skirt. "With this." Inwardly groaning, the huang took the skirt and thanked the heavens that the shirt was at least made of a flowy enough fabric that would allow her to tuck her chinese ring daggers into her waistband along with the two that fit in the compartments in her boots; Lydia had a tendency to go overboard with the tight-fitting, barely appropriate outfits she forced on her more conservative best friend.
Once the last two supernaturals were finally ready to go and they loaded everything up into the two cars, Isaac finally got the chance to see Allison without a big box of supplies hiding her form. The outfit Lydia chose for her hugged her curves perfectly while still allowing her to hide her infamous ring daggers. Sauntering up to her moments before they would be forced back into the constricting backseat of Stiles' jeep, Isaac grinned at her as he gestured to her shirt, "We're matching." She grinned up at him taking his appearance in while her mind wandered. After becoming a werewolf, Isaac had truly gained a sense of style but this took the cake as it made him look more like a man than a boy especially with the slight scruff adorning his chin after a day or two without using a razor. "You look too much like a man, where'd my teen boyfriend go?" Isaac blushed slightly at that as Allison moved forward and undid the top two buttons of his shirt causing his heart to skip a beat. "There, much more party ready." While breathing in deeply to calm himself, Isaac realized that although Allison might have won this round of flirtatious volleys, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve for later on.
Clambering into the vehicle first, Isaac heard Allison follow before Stiles slammed the door shut behind them. "You okay?" The huntress asked him, the unarticulated flirting competitor score long forgotten, and Isaac closed his eyes and breathed in deeply a few times to calm himself before settling against the camping supplies and leaning back with a sigh. "I will be." She sidled up next to him and squeezed his hand tightly before rubbing soothing circles on the back of it with her thumb. "I know you will be." Allison affirmed as he hummed slightly in relief and the car began moving underneath them. "Can we get our own car on the way home?" He murmured with a strained smile as he turned to her and opened his eyes with an effort. "For multiple reasons?" His girlfriend's laugh cast away enough of the fear so that his chest was finally able to relax enough to allow him to breathe evenly and he closed his eyes determined to sleep away the car ride.
Parties weren't something that Isaac had been invited to much during the pre-wolf time period of his life. In fact, his first party had been the one where he was sent to control Jackson and even then he only followed Erica's only slightly more informed clues. Prior to becoming a wolf, he was unaware that anyone, let alone Allison, had noticed him; that she, of all people, had taken the time to ask Scott about the visible black eyes and other bruises that the boy bore more often than the other lacrosse players. Allison had asked why he hadn't been at parties but Scott didn't know and was a little too jealous of the attention she was giving the other male to ask; he regretted it now, but, that was the past Isaac still didn't know about. The point here, however, was his lack of knowledge about the party scene because, despite his bravado earlier with the guys, he was freaking out about his inexperience now. "What do I do when we, like, enter?" Isaac asked for the umpteenth time as he and Allison walked slowly through the streets of Mexico trying to appear like two normal American teenagers who crossed the border for a bit of fun when they were really anything but. The huntress beside him rolled her eyes, she knew that it was his style to worry but this was getting downright ridiculous. "Just relax, Isaac." She replied squeezing his hand before stopping and leaning into him as she stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Just follow my lead." His gray-blue eyes widened at that and he nodded as he relaxed, this was just another day with Allison. She'd protect him from making a fool of himself and he'd protect her from losing control; it was a give and take relationship of equals balancing each other out and making the other stronger like a real life yin and yang.
Walking up to the front door, Isaac smirked as Allison had to stand up on her tiptoes to be seen by the male guard on the steps above them who refused to acknowledge anyone who wasn't eye level with him. Even though his girlfriend was far from short, he couldn't help but love the fact that she was slightly shorter than him because it gave her a kind of humanity that she hid well behind her normal badassery huntress self. "¿Cuál es el código?" Digging around in her pockets, Allison looked frantically for her entrance card and flushed when she couldn't find it. "¡Está aquí!" Isaac provided, with an obviously American accent, whipping the card out of his own pocket and held it up to the guard with a huge Cheshire Cat worthy smile. "No es para mí, ese. Allí por favor." Nodding, Isaac turned and faced the camera holding up the card as he did and he smirked for good effort. With a click from the door unlocking, Allison grinned up at him gratefully and led the way inside while Isaac paused to slip the card back into his back pocket. "Buena suerte con la mujer bonita, ese." The werewolf glanced back at the guard who spoke and grinned his thanks before jogging after Allison and into the hunter's den chuckling.
"What are you laughing about?" The girl asked curiously as he caught up still chuckling and he got ahead of her and grabbed the door handle with a smirk on his face before answering. "He told me good luck because he could tell that you were way out of my league." Smirking back at him she pecked him on the cheek and grabbed the other handle of the door preparing to pull it open at the same time. "Good thing you already have me then, eh?" Nodding enthusiastically, Isaac looped his free arm around her waist and at a nod from her, they opened the door together to reveal the boisterous party scene. Allison led the way inside and over to the bar while Isaac looked around more than a little starstruck by all the action surrounding them. This put the halloween party at Derek's loft to shame, was all he had time to think as he caught sight of Malia grinding around on the dance floor, Kira sitting in a corner with a drink in hand, and Scott loitering overdramatically in a dark corner. "Shots first, and then dance, okay?" The huntress decided aloud and Isaac focused in on her soft voice over the boom of the music and nodded at her before letting go of her waist and taking her hand as he pulled her the rest of the way to the bar. "Two shots of uh…" He began and trailed off upon realizing he knew next to nothing about alcohol other than the fact that his father drank Scotch and way too much of it on the nights he really beat him to within an inch of his life. "Dos tequila blancos con sal, por favor." Allison piped up and the bartender nodded as Isaac turned to her and she leaned in close to his ear to whisper. "You won't feel the effects and this is all about fitting in."
He nodded and grabbed one of the two drinks that the bartender passed him before turning to Allison and mouthing, "Wolfsbane?" She sniffed her drink carefully as he did his and shook her head before licking the salt and then drowning the drink in one gulp. Grabbing one of the slices of lime that was next to the drink, she quickly sucked it before spitting it back out with a shudder followed by a goofy grin. After her performance, Isaac followed her lead and licked the salt before throwing back the glass and feeling the cold liquid burn his throat. Coughing and gagging, he picked up a lime and sucked down the juice before spitting it out and shivering himself. That stuff was awful he decided, especially since there was no buzz for his kind, but he certainly knew how to fake the effects convincingly after being at Scott's with a drunk Stiles before. Leaning against the counter heavily he smirked at Allison and reached a hand forward to move a wisp of hair behind her ear. "Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?" He whisper yelled and Allison blushed as the bartender mumbled something about lightweight Americans; if only he knew "Relaxed enough to dance then, hotshot?" The werewolf nodded and allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor by the far more knowledgeable brunette.
None of the songs were familiar to him, despite having taken Spanish for years at the orders of his father, and Allison knew even less about Mexican pop songs than he did with her French background. Despite this, Allison led him about halfway into the pit of dancers and pulled him up to her so that he was flush against her as she whispered in his ear, "Just like how we did at Derek's, okay?" Isaac didn't even have to be asked twice on that one, that had been the moment that he had finally let himself fall for her completely. So what if he had tried to kiss her before then? He hadn't fallen hard enough yet. It had just been mere infatuation before that dance because it was there that she, who knew all his flaws, forgave him and choose him. Nobody but Derek and Scott had ever chosen him. They moved slower than most of the others on the floor but it didn't matter because they were off in their own little world. All he felt was her worn calloused hand in his while the other gripped his neck tightly and the warmth emitting from her hip where his other hand held her close. Her brown eyes nearly swallowed him up as he stared into their depths and time stood still for them as she looked up into his gray-blues and lost herself. Sprinkled with little kisses here and there, every touch meant something and calmed the teenage werewolf in a way that he hadn't felt calm in years; he never had felt as safe as he did with her in his arms. Little did he know that Allison, the independent kickass huntress, felt the same way because all the little voices in her head telling her that she would never be good enough and all the fear boiling in her veins went away with his gentle, warm, and, oddly, human touch.
It wasn't until Allison finally, and reluctantly, ripped her eyes away from his that she realized that Malia and Kira were no longer on the dance floor and Scott was no longer in sight either. Guards was milling around and the head of security was talking in quick Spanish with the DJ. "Isaac?" He hummed in response before catching the panicked tone in her voice and looking at her with his eyes wide as his body went from relaxed to tight as a coiled spring at attention. "We need to get outside, now!" The boy asked no questions, not only did he know better than to do so, he was training to be a hunter Argent style and that meant obeying Allison who was not only his girlfriend but also his leader. Dragging him through the crowded dance floor, Allison rushed to the back door behind the bar and pulled him through it just as the smoke went off followed by the crowd's cheers and she sighed with relief at the fresh air. "That was tainted with wolfsbane." He whispered with a grimace as he recognized the sweet scent of the toxic poison to his wolf half. She nodded breathing out another sigh of relief and leaning against the wall as she silently thanked her father for reminding her of the Calaveras propensity to using wolfsbane as a gas at their gatherings. In her relief, she forgot to keep her senses on alert and missed the sound of clomping boots heading their way. Isaac, however, caught on to the oncoming guard and acted as quickly as possible by turning to Allison and leaning forward catching her lips in his. She looked slightly surprised momentarily but reacted in kind a second later. Knowing that this wasn't just for pleasure, despite how good it felt, Isaac focused on placing his hands where it would be impossible for the oncoming guard to see their faces and risk him remembering any individual details about them. Then, and only then, did Isaac allow himself to fully appreciate the joy of making out with his girlfriend, which he truly did enjoy immensely, until the guard tapped his shoulder lightly and Isaac pulled away from Allison only slightly, "Estamos ocupados." The boy murmured under his breath in a deeper than normal tone and the guard clucked his tongue. "Tomen sus hormonas en algún lugar." Isaac obeyed the order without glancing back and pulled Allison away from the guard and back the way he'd come from without making eye contact. "Thank you." Allison whispered just loud enough for his wolf ears to catch and he smirked back at her, "I'll always have your back."
Walking further away from the guard, Isaac found a darkened doorway and quickly pulled her into it so they were hidden from the main thoroughfare and were able to talk. "I'm assuming that the wolfsbane fog incapacitated our original plan and that Scott, Kira, Stiles, Malia, and Lydia are most likely out of commision, right?" Allison nodded, she was impressed by his ability to cope well under pressure; he would make a great hunter yet. "What is the plan then?" He prompted and Allison's brain finally clicked fully into gear and she was able to think clearly again. As an idea came to her, she grabbed his hand and pulled him forwards as she grinned. "Follow my lead hotshot. First things first, we need to change."
Hope that you enjoyed that! If you need translations, leave a review or send me a message or use google translate. As a Spanish student working towards their minor I couldn't turn down an opportunity to practice some simple dialogue. As always, read, enjoy and review and the next update should be up by mid-week!
