Chapter 6

Gossip can be entertaining: occasionally, I've heard the most fascinating things about myself I never knew.

Vanna Bonta

Breath in, breath out and then again. No need tob e nervous…

"Faith are you ready? We can't wait till Thanksgiving for you to get your shit together. Just go in and out, get us what we need and complete this fucking mission!"

Bruce was looking at me with rage evident on his normally quite handsome features. Nobody spoke to me like that and nobody ever will. Who does he think he is? I turned to look at him fully and from the look of it everyone but him so the furious glint in my eyes. They all backed away.

"Bruce if you want to keep all of your ten fingers in tact you will never speak to me like that! Understood? I think you've forgotten your place. I am a Moureaux, I am the leader of this mission and I make the decisions. If you've got a problem with that then feel free to leave but don't expect any mercy from my side. You know what they do with traitors…"

I took a few steps away from him and reached behind my back, pulling out the daggers hiding under my leather jacket. I threw one right over his head at the map hanging on the wall behind him. The dagger just missed him by inches and gathering from the look on his face he thought that he wouldn't survive to see tomorrow.

"Oh chill Bruce. Nothing wrong with a bit of fun. And now, back to business. Right over there," I pointed to the spot I'd thrown my dagger to, "is their secret base. All we need to do is get in without being noticed. I say we strike at night but only three of us. We can't risk losing anyone and the lesser the better the chance of not being noticed. We go in, take care of the pups he uses as guards and then, then we attack. Quietly and deadly. We only need one man living and that's the alpha. He belongs to me! Nobody will touch him and believe me you don't want to go against my orders."

With that I shot one last look at Bruce and walked out of the conference room. My parents didn't know anything yet and I would make sure that it would stay that way.

"Faith, wait up!"

With that I slowed my pace and waited for Wyatt to reach me. He walked next to me occasionally brushing his hand against mine. I would pull away every time. I couldn't let anyone come close to me. I needed to complete this mission and put my whole mind on it.

"Are you absolutely sure about your little plan there? There are so many things that could go wrong. I can't risk… I mean we can't risk losing you."

"Believe me I've thought this through…"

"That's what I'm scared of."

Wyatt shot me a grin and then took hold of my hand and pushed me into an empty room.

"Listen Faith. You may not believe me but there are rumors. Someone is on the lose and he knows our strategies, he knows you. If you ask me I believe it's someone from the inside, someone who's worked with us or still does and someone who is trying to get you, to kill you. You're more valuable than you know. You're not only the heir but the best fighter the hunting world, you're our hope and our key to victory. Believe me please. You're life is in danger and so are your parents."

"Rumors don't scare me Wyatt. If I counted every time someone wanted to kill me I'd be dead by now. It might be scary and believe me I am terrified but I'm not scared about dying. No, I'm scared about being responsible for the death of people I care about, for the death of people who fought for my believes, my illusions, for me. I know I'm supposed to shut it all off, to not think about anything but my purpose. Problem is… I can't. When I close my eyes I see people dying and when I open them nothing changes. Whether it's someone from our side dying or from the other, it's not important all I see is death. But it makes me strong. It fills me with this indescribable feeling. Power. And the moment I feel that power I lose everything that makes me human. I become like the monsters we are fighting against. I turn into this emotionless creature that slays everything that's in her way."

By then Wyatt looked at me with wide eyes. I didn't know if it was from shock or not. All I knew was that I again said too much. I told him what I feared and made myself vulnerable.

"Faith you need to understand that you aren't the least bit like these creatures. You're my wild, untamable and drop dead gorgeous… something. Nothing could ever put you on the same level with those monsters."

I had to hide my smile. At the use of something as a description for his feelings for me I felt the need to kiss him just to shut him up. He definitely has learned. I didn't like calling what we had anything. He was an ally, an extremely valuable and persuading ally. And at the moment I didn't feel the need to break this alliance off by any means. I needed to find a way to change this conversation into a different direction. I was sick of talking about anything related to emotions and feelings. Time for a distraction.

"Hm… something does sound nice."

I turned us around and pushed him against a wall, silencing him and whatever he had to say. He returned my kiss with the same force and soon I found myself forgetting everything we just talked about. I felt free just for a little moment I felt like myself. He hoisted me up and I put my legs around his waist before he turned us around so that my back was against the wall.

"You have no idea what you do to me…"

Again I silenced him effectively with my kisses….

"So, you know Scott and Stiles? How? You didn't share one class with them and I know that because they've been in every single one of mine this whole day."

Alright Faith, think and think fast!

"Oh you know… No!"

Allison looked at me like I'd gone crazy. Alright maybe not "gone" crazy, everyone knew by now that I was indeed crazy. Badass crazy…

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. I'm not going to answer anything and concentrate on the very interesting and informational class of Mr. … Him."

I didn't notice the person standing behind me until it was too late.

"Finstock.. Miss Moureaux. My name is Mr. Finstock but seeing as everyone calls me Coach that goes too. Now I would like you two to concentrate on this class and stop TALKING."

He shouted the last part right into our faces but it didn't affect me. I liked his attitude. Definitely favourite teacher so far. The only thing I did was grinning in his face which earned me a weird look thrown my way and a small tug of his lips. I swear I saw him trying to hide a smile.

"Sure thing."

With that our little conversation ended and "Coach" got back to teaching. It would take some time till I would get used to that whole "school actually being a thing" thing.

"Pst Faith!"

Turning to the direction my name was called from I saw Stiles trying to get my attention. I raised my eyebrows, indicating for him to speak. He leaned over and started whispering.

"Do you remember when you and Scott walked home? Did he mention anything? Something along the lines of I don't know… That he could smell the bubblegum in your pocket or hear various things that every normal person wouldn't?"

Stiles looked at me with widely opened eyes and had this disbelieving and yet questioning look in his eyes. He so reminded me of someone I left back in Rome…

"Well no I don't think so. He only mentioned being bitten by this wild animal running around the woods but nothing else. Why does he feel different? Maybe he'll turn into Spiderman and the wild animal running around last night was an amazingly big spider."

I opened my eyes in fake wonder and amazement. I never even new that I had this playful and childish side. My whole life long I had to take control of things and being able to joke around so freely now made me feel so young and carefree. I was alive, the girl inside me came to life and I didn't feel myself wanting that to stop.

Stiles went along and also opened his eyes in played shock.

"You're right. Wow, how did I oversee something this obvious. Hey Scott! Scott!"

Scott turned around and Stiles gestured wildly around with his hand and made this snakelike voices trying to impersonate Spiderman.

"I found out what happened to you! You are turning into Spiderman, isn't that awesome?"

With that being said Scott gave him the finger and turned back around. Seems like someone is about pissy because of the subject of our amusement. Too sad that I really don't care.

I wiggled my eyebrows at Stiles and then started throwing papers at Scott trying to get his attention. Allison shot me look and kicked me in the shin. I kicked back and Let'S just say she agreed to leave me be. People better don't mess with me whether in school or on the hut.

Scott finally turned around and gave me an annoyed look.

"You know if you keep looking at me like that I won't introduce you to my very beautiful and seemingly interested cousin."

After that I made the same noise that Stiles did and made the same hand gesture Spiderman always does when he tries to jump from one web to another. Scott just kept glaring at me and turned back around.

Well how cheerful the little pup is. Note the sarcasm there. Alright back to business. I had to find a way to speak with Scott. He needed to know that I know and I had to tell him rather sooner than later. Keeping secrets leads to many dangerous things, I knew that.

"Sooo… Scott. You know I might actually know what's happening to you. You know I've read about it a lot and as I recall watching, there are also lot's of movies about your situation. Like movies that inform you about your "were"-condition or your "were"-senses."

Wow way to be subtle. Whatever I got Scott hooked. He turned around and looked at me with wide but still annoyed eyes.

"Please cut that out. Not you too. Stiles was bothering me about it and now you are starting too. I am not turning into anything just because something bit me alright!"

Oh young and naïve Scotty. He still had a lot to learn…

"Alright Scotty if you say so…"

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and threw him a smirk before turning my attention back to Coach and whatever he had to say. Stiles and Scott would figure it out soon enough.

After the bell rang everyone practically ran out of the classroom. I was about to do the same just before Finstock called me back.

"So, the principal told me that you've been doing professional sports since you've been a kid running around in diapers. And no, I don't want to know how the principal knows this. Interested in joining the track team? We could definitely need a fast runner and the medals you won speak for themselves. So what are you saying?"

The look he gave me told me that he wouldn't accept a no, so whatever to hell with it.

"Sure why not?"

I threw him my trademark smirk before moving out of the classroom but not before hearing the Coach yell out in victory and muttering something along the lines of "already liking this girl".

Since that was the last class of the day Allison and I made our way over to her car which reminded me that I had to call the company shipping my darlings over to the states. I meant my lovely cars without whom I couldn't live. I pulled out my phone and told Allison to wait in the car for me.

"Ciao Toni, vorrei parlare con il manager per favore." (I'd like to speak with the boss)

Toni was one of the best people I knew that could help me with my cars. If I needed it faster he took care of it. If needed to hide my car because the police was searching it he also took care of it. Best man really.

"Ciao principessa. No problem. Che vediamono." (Hi, no problem. See you.)

"Vincenzo!"

Oh how I despised him. He worked for my parents, always trying to do his own thing. If you gave him instructions on how you want your car to be, don't get your hopes up. He does what he wants when he wants. At the end I still think it's partly his fault that my parents died but let's not go there now. I had threats to get rid of.

"Senti, ho bisogno della mia macchina fino a domani. Se non manderò la mia gente e farmi credere che non si vedrà." (Listen, I need my car till tomorrow or else I'll send my people for it and believe me you wouldn't want that to happen)

"Mi prenderò cura di esso, che lo giuro." (I will take care of it, I swear.)

I could hear the fear in his voice. Good. Nobody would dare fool with me and my team. I get what I want no matter how much effort I have to muster up.

"Perfecto. See you."

With that I hung up and knew that come tomorrow morning my cars would all be back with mommy. Call me crazy but it's my Ferrari over everything else. Satisfied I got into Allison's not so cool car…just kidding… and together we drove off. Survived first day of school? Check!

Hi guys, please review and let me know what you think. As for the pairing there was some confusion coming up and all I can say is that it might be more confusion about that in the future. I still haven't worked out how I want this story to end. But as of right now it will definitely be about a certain grumpy werewolf which does not say that Stiles won't stand a chance in the future…