We went in late the next day. After our Sister Day – which turned into more of a Sister Night after you included the dance club and the late night movie viewing session – we'd needed the lie in. Mom had come in to check on us both when we hadn't appeared at breakfast, trying her best to get us out of bed and on our way. Sufficient to say, she didn't succeed. All she'd gotten for her efforts was a couple of groans and moans, and then when she hadn't backed off we'd both started growling and snapping at her. She'd been taken a back by that, and wisely backed off before leaving for work, which allowed me and Erica to get up at our own pace and show up as we pleased.
When we finally did show up it was nearing the end of the period and the one after that was a freebie before lunch. But with ten minutes to go, neither me or Erica saw any point in showing up to classes we were already passing. So we split up to go to our lockers, agreeing to meet up at the library for either a privet or group study session, depending on who was around, and who wanted to get to know us now that we were better looking.
I was in the middle of touching up my makeup when I caught a reflection in the mirror that hung from my locker. I began to smile, capping the lipstick before placing it my locker. "What do you want, Scott?" I asked casually as I made a little show of check myself out in the mirror. I knew it was vain, but I just couldn't get over the new me, plus it was a bounce to see Scott fight the urge to squirm and remain serious.
"I know Derek's planing on turning someone else. He turned you and Isaac before the full moon and now he's turned Erica. So just tell me who's next?" He asked, a serious edge to his voice that I had to admit was a bit of a turn on.
"You know," I began, turning around as I pushed my locker door closed with a single finger. I met his eyes, smirking as I stepped towards him, slowly, methodically, seductively. "If it really bothers you that Derek keeps turning people, you could always stop him by joining us."
"Who's next," Scott growled.
I laughed. "That's not going to work on me, Scott. Derek wants the Pack full. We've got one spot left. Now you can either fill it for us, or Derek can find someone else to replace you," I explained, going from teasing to serious, as my eyes darkened with my words.
"I'm not joining, Dylan. Now tell me, who is Derek going to turn next?" Scott demanded, now advancing on me.
It did little to intimidate me. He might have been a Werewolf longer than me, might even be stronger, but from what Derek had told me, I was more accepting of this than he was and far more embracive. While he'd tried to hold back his inner wolf, I was letting mine run free, and that gave me more power than he could ever hope to have at first.
"You know what Scott, I think I finally get you," I decided, folding my arms as my eyes narrowed on him. His serious glare on made me grin, seeing I was getting to him with my playful nature. "I think, the reason you don't want Derek turning anyone else, is because you liked being the only wolf in town. You liked having all this power to yourself. I mean, look at what it's done for you." I began to advance, and with each step I took, he took one back, feeling the weight of my words as I utter each sentence. "Captain of the Lacrosse team. One of the most popular guys in school. Speed and strength beyond comparison for any mortal. Senses a human being could only dream of. And a girlfriend – Oops, my bad. Ex-girlfriend."
At my last comment Scott stood firm, growling beneath his breath. Obviously I'd hit the right note, smiling smugly back at his flared nostrils. But it still wasn't enough, and I wasn't done making my point. "And before you got the Werewolf make over, you were…? That's right, a nobody. Barely anyone knew your name, you were sitting on the lacrosse bench gathering dust and suffering from asthma, was it?" His silence spoke volumes, though I gave him little room to speak, closing in and forcing him to take yet another step back as my voice darkened, painful memories resurfacing. "That was nothing compared to me and my sister."
"I don't care," Scott said halfheartedly, trying to get back to the matter of who Derek was going to turn. But instead I shoved him back, closing the gap between him and the lockers behind him. I pushed forward, my body going against his as my hands pressed against the locker behind him on either side of his head. Our faces so close, it would have been easy to steal a kiss. But I was enraged, and I needed to vent.
"Yeah, well I do, Scott," I growled. "Now you might have been a nobody, you might have been getting picked on by Jackson, but at least you still had friends and weren't totally invisible." I felt the tears began to prick at my eyes, but I refused to let them form. No longer would I shed tears for just anyone, least of all Scott. So I used my anger to squash them out long before Scott could see them. "Nobody knew who I was before Derek gave me this gift. Nobody cared. I was the butt of everyone's jokes and I had nothing, nobody. I came so close, Scott… So close to ending it."
"Dylan…" Scott said softly, in sympathy that made my blood boil. Sure, now he cared. He hadn't back then, he'd been like the rest, ignoring me and Erica every single day. Now that I had the bite, I was on his radar. I was on everybody's radar.
"But I never could. I couldn't leave Erica alone in this hell. Because like me, she had no one. All we had was each other. Until now, Scott. Now we have a Pack. Now we have power." I leaned in, whispering the last line, "Now everybody sees us."
I pulled away, grinning in triumph as I watched him turn from me to look down the hallway. I'd smelt her a mile off. I'd known exactly when she'd arrived and how much she'd seen. Because down the hallway, was were Allison was stood. Clinging to her books and staring longingly towards Scott and me.
With Scott still staring across at her, I turned, batting my eyelashes in a hello as I put on a mocking smile. The hurt in her eyes gave me such a rush as I watched her turn, trying to pretend it was nothing when it was so obvious that she was still in love with Scott.
"Whoopsie," I sang out, turning back to Scott as Allison walked away. I knew he wanted to go after her, wanted to comfort her, tell her this wasn't something she had to worry about, but he couldn't. Too many eyes. Which meant he was stuck at my mercy while Allison marched off, trying hard not to sniffle and let the Werewolves hear.
"You think she got the wrong idea?" I asked in mock sympathy, and the second Allison was out of sight, Scott turn his sights on me, his glare intensifying as he suddenly took hold of my wrists. He forced me back, but I fought, smiling as I took in the pleasure from our little game. I proved to be a harder fight than he thought, managing to push my way back into his personal space just long enough to have my hips brush his, before he shoved me back with a burst of force.
With me a safe distance back, he turned back down the hallway, to find Allison had already left. "Shame," I said in further mockery. He went back to glaring at me, which made it that much easier to smile, having riled him up so easily. "We didn't even get to the good stuff," I teased before backing away, flirtatiously waving goodbye before I sauntered off down the hallway to meet up with Erica.
As I left, I heard Scott punch a locker in frustration, and had to fight the urge to laugh. It was just so perfect, and Derek would be so happy to hear about it all. Though I apparently didn't need to tell Erica any of it, as when I turned the corner, I found her already there, grin at the ready as she leaned against the lockers. "Having fun?" Erica asked lightly, already knowing of course.
"How couldn't I, when Scott's such an easy target?" I chuckled, with Erica joining in before we began to walk towards the library.
"You're all right though?" Erica asked, voice growing concerned as she looked towards me, brushing her blonde locks aside so she could meet my eyes.
"Of course," I said brightly, but when her look didn't waver, I knew she'd heard more than I'd wanted her too. "How much did you hear?" I asked, sighing as if to say it wasn't as big a deal as it sounded. It had been a big deal though. But now thanks to the bite Derek gave me, my whole world was turning into sunshine and rainbows without a grey cloud in sight.
"Most of it," Erica admitted, gaze momentarily dropping before raising to meet mine once more. "But mainly the part about you almost ending it." There was a pause, as we took a few more steps in silence before she then asked, "Do you want to talk about it."
"Not…Not par… Not par-r-r… Not particu-lar-ly," I answered, feeling my stutter coming back in a moment of weakness.
"Sorry," Erica quickly said, placing her hand on my back as we stopped. She turned me to face her and stared into my eyes with her soft compassionate brown chocolate like eyes, while my own serene blue dropped blow her gaze, ashamed of what I'd nearly done. Because if I had gone through with it, I never would have been able to forgive myself during whatever came next. The idea of abandoning Erica and leaving her alone in this world was the single most guilt ridden thing I'd ever done. And that was just thinking about it, never mind how close I'd come during that one night, that night that no one had known about…and then that night when Derek had bitten me. At least then I'd made plans for Erica's future if I'd died. During that first time, it had been selfish.
"It's just I didn't know," Erica explained. "But I understand if you don't want to talk about, now, or ever. Just know that it doesn't change anything…except that I might be a tad more clingy from now on." That made me laugh and that in turn made Erica laugh. See, how could I ever think of leaving her, when she made my whole world better. She truly was the best sister I could have ever asked for. "You good?" she asked tenderly.
"Obviously," I said, shaking off the tears and whipping out my hair as I let a smile take over. "After all, you're looking at one hot, bad ass, Werewolf here." Another round of laughs in the quiet hallway, only to be interrupted by the vibration of our phones. As if knowing it was from Derek, our laughter faded out quickly, as we pulled out our phones to read the message. "Looks like our Alpha's picked out his next Beta," I said after reading the text.
"Yeah…but that Boyd guy?" Erica asked with an unsure frown.
"Come on, Erica. If we got the life improving Werewolf bite, then why shouldn't he. It's not like he's had it easy either," I pointed out. Erica mumbled an agreement, as she put away her phone. Boyd was much like Scott, in the sense that no one really bothered him, but at the same time he appeared to have no friends. He was isolated, alone, and it didn't seem to be by choice. He was big, strong, but otherwise he just vanished into the background that was high school life. Honestly, I forgot sometimes that I shared classes with him, but in most of those he always sat way behind me and at the back of the classroom. Our loneliness probably should have brought us together, but as it turned out it had only pushed us apart. Until Derek came along that is.
"Now, let's see…" I muttered, while reading over Derek's orders. Apparently Erica's text had just told her to find me and that I'd give her our instructions. "He seems to think that Scott and Stiles will figure it out," I explained, sharing a frown with Erica as I looked up to meet her gaze.
"Seriously?" Erica asked, hands going to her hips. "He thinks they're that smart. To find one person, out of thousands, that he could offer the bite to."
"I guess it's not that hard," I said out loud with a shrug. "Think about it, there's a chance of death involved. You have to be a certain type of person to take that chance. I reckon Boyd might just be one of those few people." I went back to reading our orders. "Okay, so he wants us to specifically follow Stiles if they split up, and to text him with updates."
"I don't see why this needs two of us," grumbled Erica as I put away my phone, grinning as I wrapped my arm around my baby sister.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to get plenty of alone time with Stiles, after you work your magic on him," I teased, only to get an eye roll from Erica.
For the next period Erica skipped her class to stay with me and watch Scott and Stiles. Both had the same class, and while we couldn't get in the room, we were able to wait outside and listen in on them. There was nothing out of the usual there, except Stiles tedious highlighting of a text book, something my sister seemed to find cute as she watched him through the door. However, while Erica was enjoying herself, I was bored out of my mind. I found myself wanting to get caught with Erica, just to make things interesting. Nothing happened though, and we made ourselves scarce before the end of class, that way it would be harder for Scott to notice our scents. As it was, when he left the room, he seemed to be in a hurry for something anyway, while Stiles went off in another direction.
That was when me and Erica had to split up, with her being more than happy to go after Stiles while I followed Scott. I kept my distance though, as not to be spotted or sniffed. I did actually have to pick up my pace though, as he practically ran towards the cafeteria. There he grabbed his lunch and sat down. I did the same…well actually I sat down at the other end of the room and asked the first boy that passed me by to get me my lunch. He obliged, and I let him and his friends sit with me while I kept an eye on Scott and they complimented me.
I half assed my interest in whatever they were saying, playing nice while my focus remained on Scott. Watching as he tapped his foot impatiently, eating while he waited. Then I saw why, as Allison sat down in the seat behind them.
Who needed Romeo and Juliet when you these two?
I laughed when Scott initially tried to explain to Allison that I'd been the one to make the move on him, and that he had in no way consented to it – or even liked it. Conveniently enough, it had been when someone in the group around me was telling a joke, so my ass was covered. Allison claimed she didn't care, but I could tell she did. Scott questioned her, but she pushed on, pointing out the impending battle that was coming. Hunters vs the Werewolves, and how she wanted Scott to stay out of it.
It was then that Erica joined me and the group warmly welcomed her before she explained she needed to talk to me in privet. They scattered at her command, finding themselves another table while Erica grabbed herself one of the boy's pudding, and thanked him by blowing him a kiss. He might have fainted then and there, had his friend not dragged him over to the next table.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching Stiles?" I pointed out, leaning back with my arms folded, frankly enjoying myself.
"I am," Erica countered, pointing over towards the hyperactive boy who was making his way through the cafeteria in the strangest way possible while Erica ate her pudding.
"I really don't know what you see in him," I said with a shake of the head, not that Erica seemed to care. She was watching Stiles like a hawk…or a teenage girl madly in love.
As it turned out, Derek was right, and the boys did work it out, realising that the table Boyd normally sat at, was empty. After that, the pair then grabbed their stuff and began to leave, coming up with a quick plan of action while me and Erica followed. It was agreed that Scott would go and check out Boyd's place of work, the ice rink, while Stiles would check out his home, in case he was sick. However, unexpectedly Stiles suggested that maybe they shouldn't act, and instead let Derek offer Boyd the bite. After all it had done wonders for Dylan and Erica, to which Stiles then described them both as, "Sensational." Erica had let out a little squeal at that, needing to take a breath as her cheeks flared up. I was happy for her, but too focused on our mission to express it. Though I was confident we'd be talking about this later.
It didn't take much for our hero Scott to talk him into helping him though, and the two left separately. Like we were supposed to, I texted Derek with an update. Telling him about how Scott and Stiles had worked it out, and how they were splitting up to search for Boyd. Derek responded quickly with orders and his plan. Me and Erica were to go after Stiles and incapacitate him, then join Derek, Isaac, and an already bitten, Boyd at the ice rink, where we would confront Scott. Needless to say, me and Erica loved this plan.
Since we had Boyd's home address – curtsy of Derek – we waited a minute before following Stiles. As it turned out, we probably should have given him a little longer, as we arrived just behind him, literally seeing Scott's sidekick running from his jeep and up to Boyd's front door. Although he wasn't the only one moving fast, Erica was opening her door before I'd even pulled to a stop behind Stiles' jeep.
"He's mine," Erica growled, half excited, half warning me not to intrude on her turf. I had no intension of doing so. With Scott it was fair play, like with anyone else in school, but I knew what Stiles meant to her. I'd mock, tease and try to provoke him, but I'd never flirt with him. For all intents and purposes, he was Erica's, even if he didn't realise it.
Once parked, I followed my sister. She waited for me, at least until I was behind her, and then stepped up towards Stiles. I remained behind her, allowing her to take this moment that she'd obviously been waiting for. The moment he finally saw her. He turned, jumping at the sight of Erica, and how close she'd gotten to him without him realising. He was obviously captivated by her. If the, "Oh – Wow!" that came out of his mouth didn't give that away, the fact that it took him a whole five seconds to look over at me did. For those five seconds he'd only seen Erica and she'd loved it, after being ignored for so long, her long time crush finally took notice.
But we had our orders from our Alpha, and they took priority, even over our own feelings, as Erica demonstrated. Whatever urge she was feeling inside, it was suppressed, seeing Stiles as Derek saw him. Someone who they needed to get out of the way. Even so, she was grinning away as Stiles continued to stare helplessly at her and her hotness. "What are you doing here, Stiles?" Erica asked sweetly.
What followed was a very long series of stutters with the odd word in between that ended in an unfinished sentence. It was probably one of the few times I'd seen Stiles speechless. I smirked, watching as he continued to babble off nonsense while his eyes remained locked with Erica's. This had been what she wanted for so long, and I was overjoyed to finally see her getting it. The bonus of seeing Stiles act like an idiot was just icing on the cake. However, Erica did eventually put him out of his misery by finishing his sentence.
"Boyd?" Erica asked, answering as to who Stiles was here looking for.
"Yes, yes, Boyd," Stiles agreed, nodding along in a very odd way. It made me frown in confused amusement, watching his head move up and down while his eyes remained still. It was kinda unsettling. Erica had apparently picked up on it too, as she slowly swayed from side to side, Stiles eyes moving with her while the rest of him remained perfectly still with his hands now on his hips.
"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica asked with a giggle as she swayed, turning her head slightly as she did. Stiles shook his head like he was a dog, his tongue close to falling out like one too. I was fighting the urge to laugh, but I didn't want to ruin the moment for Erica. I was but an observer for now, letting her enjoy her real life fantasy.
"You're only looking in my eyes."
Stiles swallowed, before saying, "That's funny?"
"Well, yeah," Erica answered with a smile. "Because it's that kind of look, where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes," Erica explained, before she began to step into his personal space. "But you want to, don't you? You want to a nice, long, hard…look," Erica drawled out seductively as she closed the gap between her and Stiles. Her lips practically against his, her body, right there for him to take if he wanted, and her waiting to see what he would do. As well as me, happily watching with my arms folded, as Stiles began to make faces. First one of resistance, then one of him bitting his lip. Then he did his best to seem like he wasn't interested, shaking his head as he tried to look to the side of Erica, or above her – not into her eyes and definitely nothing blow them.
"Not…really. No," he managed to get out, standing strong to his credit, but I knew it wouldn't take much for him to give in. So did Erica, as she continued to play with him.
"Oh," she said in a sweet, innocent voice, as if she'd been mistake. "So it's just my eyes?"
"Yes. You have beautiful eyes," Stiles said, doing his best not to get distracted as Erica made a show of licking her lips and softly biting down on them in a seductive manor, all while flashing her tender brown eyes at him.
"I have beautiful everything," Erica corrected him, attitude replacing flirtation.
"And a new found self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. Dylan, always a pleasure. I should get going," Stiles said as he slipped past Erica to make a run for his jeep. He didn't get far. He might have managed to get past Erica – who was a little too focused on trying to keep his attention on her – but he had no chance against me, as my hand slammed into his chest, forcing him back in front of me and Erica.
"You're not going anywhere," I growled in warning, grinning as I did.
"Why not?" Stiles asked, grimacing as if any sudden move might cause my hand on his chest to turn into a claw.
"Because you're yet to ask my sister out," I pointed out, as if it were obvious.
"I'm good thanks," Stiles said, voice turning to a croak as he tried to step away.
"Wrong answered," I snarled, before swinging my fist into his face and knocking him clean out as he bounced off Boyd's front door.
"Dylan!" Erica screeched as she turned to glare at me with wide eyes.
"What? He wasn't giving you the respect you deserved," I argued in an innocent tone while batting my eyelashes at her. She just rolled her eyes before bending down to pick up Stiles.
She hovered over him however, kneeling down next to him as she stroked his bruised cheek. "You know, he's kind of cute when he's unconscious," Erica said, smiling softly as she stared at him.
"Or when he's quiet," I muttered, to which she looked up at me sharply. "Sorry," I apologised, to which Erica's eyes stopped glowing. "Now come on, let's move him out of the way, then we'll go and meet up with Derek." Erica nodded, before taking Stiles in her arms and carrying him on her own as we found a nice dumpster to hide him away in. After that we returned to our car, both smiling for separate reasons as we drove to the ice rink.