A/N: Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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Your Last Name was WHAT?!
Misty's P.O.V.
Stretching my arms out wide I arch my back and let out a yawn. Getting an amused looks from Rox, I roll my eyes and we head over to wear Stiles and Scott are hanging around their lockers. Wrapping my arm through Stile's, I lay my head on his shoulder. He stops mid sentence and smiles fondly at me.
"Still trying to convince Scott he's a werewolf?" I ask teasingly and Scott roll his eyes in exasperation.
"Not my fault he's been exhibiting werewolfy behaviors." Stiles says defensively. I smile and pat him on his chest and he huffs at me. I mouth 'He's crazy' to Roxy and she has to muffle her giggles. Stiles wipes his head around and looks at her, playfully looking wounded.
"Well I got to go." I say reluctantly unwinding myself from Stiles nice, warm soft chest.
"What about Lacrosse?" Scott asks and I smile encouragingly at him.
"I really do have to go but something tells me you'll kick ass at Lacrosse practice. " I say and as I'm turning I whisper, "Keep an eye on him." to Roxy. She makes a low hmm sound to let me know she heard. I hurry away. Jiggling my leg and grind my teeth I pull into the parking lot of the Beacon Hill Preserve.
My own little (not really) slice of paradise.
A shudder runs down my body and my skin ripples, you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then fur bursts out all over my body and I fall down landing on paws. Shaking my fur I grab my bag in my teeth and trot off, the trees seeming to devour me. Streaking through the forest I push myself faster and faster. Soon my chest is heaving. I slow down as I reach a part of the forest I recognize as my secret place.
There is a small waterfall, outcroppings where I like to jump off of. There is a bare patch of soil on the ground that I like to lay out a blanket and suntan or read or nap. It's my place to get away. To help center myself again, which is what I really need right now. This is the place that I can come to and just relax and be me.
Ducking behind a tall majestic oak tree I drop my bag and begin to shift back. Once more a shudder runs up and down my body and you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then I'm kneeling on the ground in human form again. Slipping off my black leather cowboy hat, I grab my two piece bathing suit out of my bag. Unbuttoning my black leather vest I slip it off my shoulders and quickly slip on my black fringe top. Kicking of my boots and socks I slip off my pants and underwear before slipping on my white and blue chain bikini bottoms. Grabbing my bag I shove my stuff into before swing it across my shoulder and stepping out from behind the tree and right into someones chest.
A VERY chiseled chest.
I stumble backwards dropping my bag. Just as I am about to fall on my butt a pair of buff black leather cladded arms catch me. I look up and into the gorgeous green eyes of Derek Hale a.k.a the guy who has the body of a freakin Greek God.
"We really should stop running into each other like this." I quip as my heart flips in my chest. He narrows his eyes at me and glares. I wonder who shoved a stick up his ass, shit in his coco puffs and on top of that pissed in his coffee.
"You're on Hale property!" He barks out.
"Umm. Okay. I've been coming here (gestures to the clearing) forever. Now can you let me go?" He glances down and sees me in my bathing suit. His eyes roam over my exposed skin before meeting my eyes. His pupils over blown wide and are nearly black with lust.
I can see the desire written very clearly in his eyes. I stare with wide eyes, my heart pounding uncertainly in my chest. I gasps when suddenly his mouth is slamming into my mine in a rough and brutal kiss. Bringing my hands up I wrap my arms around his neck and press him closer to me. He cups my ass and I curl my legs around him as he spins us around and slams my back against the tree. He growls, low and deadly when I give his hair sharp tug. Heat floods through my body as he grips my hips and grinds against me.
He pulls me completely flush with his body and deepens the kiss even more. I slip my hand up his shirt and trace his abs. He nips at me bottom lip and I moan. The warmth is growing into between my legs and my breathing speeds up. I shiver as his rough calloused hands grip my waist and I allow my head to fall back. He leans forward and starts sucking a hickey on my collarbone. His hands slid up my legs and I start to throb.
He slids his nose across my neck and my mind just barely recognizes the muffled curses falling from his lips. I rock myself against him and mewl. Impossibly his eyes seem to darken even more and he captures my lips in another rough kiss. I can feel his rock hard length in between my legs and whimper. I arch against him and the friction makes us both gasp.
"Motherfucker!" Derek half hisses, half growls and a wave of lust washes over me. My whole body is burning up and I don't know whether I like it or not.
"My. God. More." I whimper as he rolls his length against my core and another wave of pleasure rushes through me. It was euphoria plain and simple. As his fingers slip up under the chains on the side of my bottoms the cloud of lust washes away from me and I freeze. A wave of embarrassment and shame washes over me.
OH. MY. GOD!
Two things are running through my head,
1: I totally want to do that again.
2: I'm not the type of girl that makes out with random guys. Or guys at all. Certainly not grumpy, hot as hell Greek God, bad-boys like DEREK HALE! That's just not me. Pushing against his chest and he sets me down. I wobble as my legs are shaking and feel like jello.
"Sorry! That was not like me at all." I say gushing apologizes and he smirks.
"I tend to have that affect on girls." He says nonchalant, his chest heaving. I stare at him in disbelief before giggling. I've always liked a guy with a sense of humor. Grabbing my bag I head over to the waterfall, drop my bag and dive in. My body smoothly cuts through the water as it ripple all around me. My head breaks the surface with my ebony hair slicked back. I watch as Derek watches that water trail down my throat and in between my boobs.
"Coming in?" I question and he jerks his head up. He seems to study me for a moment before toeing out of his shoes and socks. He hangs his black leather jacket of a tree branch before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. I immediately get distracted by his rippling bronze six pack and the line of black hair that lead down into his pants. Meeting my eyes he slips out of his jeans and throws them behind him.
Waltzing over he slips into the water with barely a ripple. Quickly ducking his head under the water I watch as he flings his head side to side. My eyes track the rivulets of water running down his chest as he runs his hands through his hair.
"Why do you come here?" He asks unable to disguise or hide the curiosity in his voice.
"To get away from my group of friends, my family to just be myself." I say. I had fully intended to tell him a lie but when I open my mouth the truth came pouring out. There is just something about him that draws me to him and apparently makes me tell him the truth. I am thankful that I'm not facing him.
"Where you clique now?" He asks with a sneer clearly in his voice and I whip around, glaring at him dangerously.
"I don't have a clique I have a pack. And before you ask the difference just remember there not the same thing. One is based on true loyalty and friendship, and the other is not. Don't mistake me for something or someone I'm not." I snap and the sheer amount of ice I ejected into my words surprises me. He seems to look at me with more respect though so that's a bonus.
"Sorry." He mumbles and turns around as if to leave.
"Wait you don't have to go!" I call out my eyes lingering on his triskelion tattoo in between his shoulder blades. I always have said, 'Forget Prince Charming! Give me the guy with tattoos and a bad-boy attitude'. He peers at me cautiously and I give him an encouraging smile.
"Nice tattoo." I say changing the subject and swimming closer.
"Thanks, have any yourself?" He asks and I move closer, hooking my legs around his waist. Pushing the fringe to the side I show him the elegant cursive french writing under my bra line.
"What's it mean?" He asks his voice low and rough.
"Family, blood or not, chosen or not is the best gift of all and should be treasured." I whispers before gesturing at the tattoo on my right leg, right under my bikini line. I hold on to his shoulders as he studies it. It is a crescent moon that is silvery-blue and has the words "What is simple in the moonlight, by the morning...never is." beside it. It's in cursive so it loops and swirls elegantly across my skin.
My eyes meet his and I suddenly notice our position. I freeze with my eyes wide.
His body radiates heat and I can feel myself get wet again.
"Umm. That ones basically is supposed to remind myself that my past made me who I am." I say pushing myself off of him and swimming away. We spend another hour or two before going our separate ways but not before is hot gaze burns me when he sees me in my tight black leather vest and white designer back paint splattered skinny jeans. Gabbing my phone I text mom I'm on my way home before making my way back to my car.
When I hear Stiles jeep pull up to our house I jump off my bed and run over to my window and peer out. I smirk when I see that Stiles is dropping off Roxy and he's even walking her up to the door. As soon as the front door is closed I race down the stairs and teasingly asks "Did he kiss you goodnight?" with a smirk.
Roxanne rolls her eyes and half halfheartedly gives me a push. "Foxy! Gem! Come help me set the table!" shouts our dad and we grin and walk into the dinning room. Once the table is set my mom brings a pot of steaming hot chicken and shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo.
"Mmm. My favorite!" I say and sniffing the air. Mom smiles then starts dishing out our plates. As soon as everyone has their plate we dig in.
"So, what's new with Stiles and Scott?" Dad asks and I smirk.
"Nothing much." Rox says.
"Mmm. How's Boyd?" Mom asks.
"Great! He finally finished his car." I say with a smile.
"Good, Good for him he has worked on that car forever." Dad says.
"So, what's new at school?" Dad asks.
"Not much." Roxy says but then I gasp and say "Oh yeah. There was a new girl named Allison Argent and Scooby in total in love with her!"
"What did you say her last name was?" Dad asks with his voice kinda tight.
"Argent. Her parents Chris and Victoria Argent along with Allison just moved here. " I say and as I am speaking my father gets really pale and it looks like his eye are going to pop out of his head. If it had been anyone else I would have bursting out laughing but right now I'm worried.
"Dad! Dad are you okay!" I ask frantically.
"I'm fine. I just need to talk to your mom in the kitchen." Dad says and after my dad goes through the doorway into the kitchen mom turns to us and using her Alpha eyes and voice tells us not to listen in.
When they are gone I turn to Roxanne and asks "What do you think that they are talking about?" Rox shrugs her shoulders and goes back to eating. "Don't you care at all what they're talking about?" I asks frustrated.
Rox gives me an exasperated look then says "Of course I want to know but I also believe that mom and dad will tell us when there ready." I huff at her voice of reason and go back to eating. Twenty minutes later Mom and dad come back into the dinning room with brownies in hand for dessert.
When they sit down dad turns to Rox and I with a serious expression on his face. "I have to tell you something very important that you Must not tell anybody." He says after look at mom.
"Okay." Rox and I say into unison both of us feeling very confused.
Dad takes a deep breath then says "My last name is not Dux like I told you. Your moms maiden name was Dux and when we got married I choose to accept that as my last name. My last name was Argent" Dada says and stops to let that sink in and mom gives him an encouraging look.
"Wait! Your last name was WHAT!" I exclaim and mom gives me the stink eye.
Dad sighs then says "As I was saying my last name WAS Argent. I was born eldest child of Gerard and Katherine Argent. I was the oldest then it was Kate and the baby of the family was Chris. When I was just 6, Kate 4, and Chris 2 mom died in a tragic car accident. "
"When I was 14, Kate 12, and Chris 10 we learned that our parents were werewolf hunters and we started to train to become one too. At the age of 16 I was quite talented (So I was told) at hand to hand combat, and using knives and daggers. When I was 18 I was a more advanced hunter than my father. Now my father was a shoot first, ask questions later hunter that firmly believed that all supernatural creatures were evil and I agreed with him. "
"When I was 24 I meet your mother Adara and fell madly in love with her. We had dated for 4 months before I found out that your mother was a very powerful breed of shape shifter and because I loved your mother I realized that not all supernatural creatures were bad. Two years after I meet your mother we were happily married. During those first two years I took hunting jobs that I was sure the creatures were killing innocent people."
" That all changed when I found out that your mother was pregnant with twins. I decided to retire from hunting and enter a police academy to become a police officer. Now Chris got married two years before me to his wife Victoria and then had Allison two years before you guys came along. Long story short Roxanne and you are Allison's aunts."
Rox and I exchange a long look and then we both kinda go into our own worlds. "Wait don't hunting families have a code they live by?" Rox asks with a questioning look at dad and he shakes his head yes.
"So, what is the Argent's?" I ask. Mom cuts in and says "The Argent's code is in Latin but it translates into "We Hunt those Who Hunt Us" but when we first got married your dad and I came up with our own code that is also Latin that translate into "We Hunt those that Hurt Innocents. "
"Wow!" Rox and I say in union and then we burst out laughing which seems to dissolve any tension in the room.
When were done talking I walk up the stairs and slip into my room. I flop down on my bed and craw over to my little table I keep by my bed and pull out the picture of my best friend and start crying. "I wish you were here NC." I say and then put his picture back. As I am putting his picture back I hear a growl and I whip around and look at my window. I swear I see Derek's face in the window but when I get up and look out my window no one is there.
Derek's P.O.V.
I growl in frustration. That stupid, fucking, human girl! I growl again and punch a tree. That stupid, fucking, human girl, with her stupid, fucking, human boy!
I really fucking hate that I really fucking hate she has a boyfriend.
I rear back and slam my fists into a large boulder. It splits apart with a loud crack. My chest heaves and I start to run. Faster and faster, I try and out race my thoughts...my feelings.
That's right. A voice whispers in my head. You really do care about her. Stop running, stop hiding. Go back, hug her, kiss her. Dry her tears, make her forget any other guy.
I slow down as I reach a part of the forest I recognize all too well. I slowly walk into the clearing my family and I came to when I was younger.
It is our own slice of nature.
Was our own slice of nature.
There is a small waterfall, outcroppings (our cliffs) where Cora, Peter and Laura would jump off of. There is a bare patch of soil on the ground and I smile as I remember Mom laying out a blanket every summer and us piling on it, laughing and joking and wrestling.
My smile fades as I walk to the water and stare down into it. My face used to be open and happy. Now it is hard and closed off.
But not when you are with her. The voice pipes up again. I scowl and turn away. I vaguely realize the voice reminds me of my Mom's. I can't stop my smile. When she was alive, she would always give us the best advise. I hunch over as the pain of loosing them washes over me again.
Staring at the water I remember the time I spent with Amethyst here earlier today. That was the most fun I've had in forever. Probable since the family was murdered in the fire. And the kiss(s) we shared...they were amazing. Like nothing I have ever experienced. I didn't mean to kiss her but when I saw her standing there in her bathing suit and my symbol (The Triskelion) hanging from her ears and neck I just couldn't help myself.
With the spikes and the arrows ear cuff and the wolf necklace and ring. She looks irresistible. She looks hot and I am undeniable attracted to her and curiously so is my wolf. My wolf has never reacted the way he did with Gem. Every time I'm around him he's whining for me to make her mine before it's to late.
With my past I never thought I would be happy again and for a time I was. In New York with Laura I was happy but just not fully. Something about Amethyst makes me want to change. Makes me want to be better.
For her.
"I have to go back. I have to see her again. She makes me happy." Resolute, I start running...only this time, I am running back.
Back to Beacon Hills.
Back to the Alpha.
Back to her, my Gem.
Scott's P.O.V.
Inside the town's lone veterinary clinic, I flips the sign on the door to Closed and then grabs a few packages off the reception desk. I open the door to a storage room and walk in, a second later I back out, hauling a huge bag of kitty litter. Setting it against the wall I takes out a set of keys and unlocks the next door. But just before pulling it open I pauses, my hand gripping the doorknob as I listens to the utterly silent clinic. And then I hear it... RAIN. The pattering of drops on the roof.
I twists the knob and opens the door. I barely have a foot inside the room when the cages filled with cats come alive with activity. The frightened felines suddenly bare their teeth, hissing and clawing frantically at the cage doors. All of them focused on me, their backs arched, struck with absolute terror. Stunned, I staggers out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Retreating into the waiting room, I can still hear the pandemonium coming from inside when a hammering sound spins me around. Standing outside and banging on the glass door with her fist is Allison. Rain-soaked it's nevertheless easy to see that she's crying and in a visible panic.
Quickly unlocking the door, I let her in as she tries to explain through tears what happened. "I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for like two seconds to switch songs on my iPod and this dog-it came out of nowhere"
"Okay, it's all right. Do you remember where it happened so I can send out animal control to find it?" I asks trying desperately sooth Allison.
"No. I mean yes, I know where I hit it. But the dog" Allison says babbling frantically.
"Right. Where is it?" I asks calmly used to dealing with upset owners.
"In my car." Allison says calming down.
"Can you take me to him?" I asks and Allison nods and head back out into the rain. Following Allison to her car under the now drizzling rain, I open the back seat door to reveal an injured stray. Hackles raised, the frightened lab mix is clearly in pain. Allison reaches in to pick him up but the dog snaps at her. She flinches back, stepping right into my arms.
"You okay?" I ask and she nods, looking up at me behind her, my hands on her forearms, fingers lightly touching her soft skin.
"He's just frightened." I say.
"That makes two of us." Allison says.
"Let me see if I have better luck." I say letting her go, I step toward the open door, oddly calm.
"Careful." Allison's says but as I connect eyes with the dog, something happens... sounds drops out around me, all except for the dog's nervous. Panting. Then its harsh gasps begin to ease as some sort of primal communication occurs between us.
For the briefest moment, his eyes take on a strangely yellow tint, like that of a wolf. In response, the dog lowers its body submissively, yielding to the obviously dominant animal. With Allison watching in amazement, I gather the dog into my arms and carry him into the vet's office.
Inside, I gently lay the injured animal down on the examining table. Allison stays back, watching me inspect the dog while petting it, doing an expert job of calming it.
"I think his leg is broken. I can splint it now myself, give him a painkiller and then let the doctor take a look in the morning." I say still petting the dog.
Allison steals glances at Scott, looking on with admiration as he works. But Scott doesn't notice, terrified to glance at the beautiful girl. When I finally does look up, I sees she's hugging herself, soaked and obviously freezing.
"I have a t-shirt in my bag." I offer.
"Oh, I don't want to trouble you." Allison says but I'm already reaching into my bag for the shirt. Allison takes it with a smile. When she steps into the hall for privacy, I can't help but notice her reflection in a wall mirror. As she's pulling the wet shirt off, I catch sight of her bare back. Looking away, I notices the dog staring up at me.
"What? I didn't see anything." I whisper and the dog doesn't look convinced. Allison comes back into the room, now wearing my shirt and no longer shivering.
"Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid." Allison says.
"How come?" I ask curious that a beautiful girl feels stupid.
"I don't know. For freaking out like a total girl." Allison says.
"You are a girl." I say.
"I freaked out like a girly girl. And I'm not a girly girl." Allison says sheepishly.
"What kind of girl are you?" I ask.
"Tougher than that. At least I thought I was." She says ruefully.
" I'd be freaked out too. In fact, I'd probably cry. And not like a man. I'd cry like the girliest girl. It would be pathetic." I says and Allison starts laughing.
"Yeah, right." Allison says still laughing. while I finish wrapping the dog's leg.
"So it looks like he's going to live. And I'm pretty sure he'll even let you pet him if you want." I say and Allison looks doubtful.
"I don't think so." She says.
"Come on. You don't want him to sue. This breed is very litigious." I says and Allison approaches, tentatively reaching out to stroke the dog's neck. Calm now, the dog even licks her hand.
I smile at her and then say "See? He likes you." I keep watching her unable to take my eyes off her.
"What?" Allison says when she notices I'm staring.
"Sorry. You have an eyelash on your cheek." I says making the excuses up when I see that there is actually an eyelash on her cheek.
"Oh. From the crying." Allison says and wipes at her cheek. But the lash is still there. I shakes my head. She tries again. Still there. So I reach with my thumb to brush the lash from her cheek.
"Thanks." Allison says and I nod, hand coming down like I'm not quite sure what to do with it.
"Um... I was wondering-I mean-is it really Family Night on Friday or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?" I asks holding my breath. Allison throws me a curious look wondering how I knew she said that.
"Family Night was a total lie." Allison says giving me a shy smile.
"So is that a yes? You'll go?" I asks still holding my breath.
"Definitely yes." Allison says and I let out a sigh of relief. We then say goodbye and go our separate ways.
"Tearing down the road on my bike, a huge smile nearly splits my face in half. I'm ecstatic. Jubilant. But not for long... I slow. Smile fading, something has caught my attention. I ease to a stop on the rain-slick road and holds still. Turning my head, I takes a quick whiff of the air. Slowly, I turn around to find dark woods surrounding me on all sides. The road completely empty. Strangely quiet. Then the sound of movement catches his ear. I turn, peering into the woods. Nothing. I start pedaling again, glancing to each side of me as I picks up speed. Then I notice a shadow. Moving through the woods. Keeping pace with me. When I start pedaling faster, that strange loping silhouette moves just as fast. Pedaling harder and harder, I push the bike to its limits, steel chain threatening to come off. The shadow slows, letting me get ahead. Not at all relieved, I keep going, looking back to see and I see something large and fast crossing the road just a few yards behind me, diving into the dark of the woods.
Now on the other side of the road and driving my panic higher and higher, it keeps pace with me once again until it disappears. Breathless I give a last glance back to the woods on both sides and then forward where a truck veers out in front of him. An eighteen wheeler coming from a side road. I hit the brakes, the truck looming before me. My bike crash's against the hood of the cab, it flips up and smacks down on the road, metal scraping pavement as it clatters to a stop.
The truck driver jumps out, glancing around in panic. But there's no body on the ground. So he finally peers up where I stand on top of the truck. Perched right on the cab. Eyes wide, I look down, terrified but also strangely exhilarated.
"What the hell?" I driver exclaims but breathless, I am too stunned to even answer.
When I get home I go to my room and nod off happy in my bed... and I wake up in the woods. I see an animal and run away. I jump over a fence and find myself in someone's swimming-pool. A man who's watering his flowers watches him, confused.
"Morning..." I say and get out of the pool and head for my house
