White Lilies

Chapter Eight: A Witch and The Bite

Note: I watched too much Witches of East End, if you guys have seen it then Artemis is loosely based on Wendy. I just really like Wendy :3 Oh To clear up confusions in chapter 6 they did not kiss they just laughed. Thanks to Sarah0406 for pointing out. Sorry to bursts bubbles but their first kiss is going to a lot better than that. Also guys I have a confession to make in Chapter 7 when the confrontation in the classroom happened, that whole scene wasn't suppose to happen the original scene was them sleeping together. If you guys want to read it it let me know and I'll make a deleted scene section.

~Present~

Laurel paced up and down her apartment with a cup of red wine in her hand. Knowing Peter meant he would go to no lengths to find out which memory Talia took from him. She wasn't ready to tell him, she should be she had 18 years to get ready one day to tell him that. She picked up the telephone and dialed an old number that she never thought she needed to dial again. She managed to weasel out of one of her students, meaning Stiles, to find out Peter went to Mexico with Derek to find Talia's nails. He is going to find some way to figure the secret she has been keeping from him for the last 18 years. Her front door burst open and she snarled at the intruder while hanging up the phone. Her pearly white teeth turned to razor sharp fangs and her nails grew to claws, her eyes emitted the same golden light she saw many years ago.

She let out a warning growl to whoever broke into her home. A soft mew came from behind the wall and her expression softens into a displeased frown. "Jesus, Arty. I could have killed you."

The cat transformed into a very attractive but very naked woman. She had long black hair and forest green eyes; she gave Laurel a toothy grin. "But you wouldn't because you love me. Now honey I'm going to raid your room for clothes to wear and you can tell me all about this mystery man you've been keeping from me." Laurel watched as a naked Artemis strutted off towards her room, her let out a deep sigh to calm down and went to close her front door. "So your ex has been following you around?" Artemis was wearing a long silk robe and loosely tied the front so her breast could peak through. She made her way to the fridge where 15 gallons of milk waited for her to drink. "Is he cute?"

"He always been attractive it's just now he has grown into a man. He isn't a little boy anymore also he is way more wild then he was before." Laurel on one of the bar stool she had lined up by the kitchen island, Artemis poured herself a tall glass of milk. "I don't' know what to do anymore Artemis, I think he is going to find out."

"Okay, lets back up 18 years ago. What are you keeping from him?"

"Artemis, we have a daughter together. His sister took his memory because she didn't think he would make a good father and we were young. I was 17 when I was pregnant and he was 19, after I gave birth Noel adopted Malia and I never spoke to Peter about it. When he was badly burnt and a vegetable I visited him every day and I told him about my life and how I still loved him but not about Malia."

"Hold on, you have a daughter and never told me about it?" Artemis almost dropped her glass on the counter and stared at Laurel in disbelief. "You have a daughter? That's 17 years old? Where is she now?"

"She disappeared after Noel died; it was a mystery how she died. There were scratches on in the car and blood was everywhere. I searched the woods day in and day out but I couldn't find Malia."

"Wait is her last name Tate?" Laurel nodded in confusion and Artemis pulled out her smartphone tapping hysterically at the screen. "Okay listen to this, a young girl named Malia Tate was found in the woods 8 years after her disappearance. Her mother and sister was found died inside the car crash but Malia was nowhere to be found. Now Malia lives with her father and trying to adapt to normal society after many years of living alone. Laurel this was a few days ago, you have to tell her the truth and Peter the truth. If he finds out you know he will be pissed." Artemis sets her cup on the counter and tapped her fingers on the hard granite surface.

"I don't know how to tell him. Should I just call him up and be like Hey Peter, We have a daughter together she is 17 years old. Surprise!" Laurel poured herself another cup of wine to ease her senses.

"It's better than something. I would be pissed if I found out from someone else, wouldn't you?" Artemis crossed her thin arms over her chest, "What's the worst thing he could do?"

"Kill me?"

"He loves you too much, you said ever since you came back he been watching your every move. You're a were-coyote, grow a pair and do something. Find Malia talk to her and then get Peter and talk to him with her. Let me see what the Tarot cards have to say for you. Where do you keep them?"

"I don't have any, Artemis. I'm not a witch."

"I'm offended." She placed her hands up and closed her eyes, Laurel watched as they glowed an eerie green aura before Artemis snapped her fingers. "Found them." She disappeared behind the wall before walking back with an old deck of Tarot cards in hand. "Ok let's see..." She dealt out the cards and bit down on her finger, "The cards say you will have to overcome great difficulties to achieve happiness and if they're not overcome it will kill you."

"Great to know my best friend is a witch and is telling me I'm going to die." Laurel rubbed her temples in annoyance, "I'm going to die aren't I?"

"Not if you tell him even the cards are telling you to."

"Oh god."

~ 19 years ago~

"Peter, where are we going?" They walked through the dark woods together hand and hand, she was a sophomore in high school now with only a few more month until she finished. He tighten his hands giving her reassurance, "Why are you jittery again? Last time this happened I found out you were a werewolf."

"Laurel please be quite for a second. I'm thinking." He just finished high school and deciding still is he wanted to continue his schooling. He took her through the woods as she just followed her dear lover, "I want to be with you."

"You needed to bring me out here just to tell me that?"

"I want you to be a ..."

"Werewolf?"

"Yeah" He expected her to scream no or start yelling at him to take her back, he was scared she was going to tell him she didn't feel the same.

"Alright." He stopped and looked at her as she just had that same smile that always reassured him everything was going to be fine. "Will it hurt?"

"Yeah but I'll be there with you." Off in the distance she saw a pair of glowing eyes she huddled closer to Peter. "Don't be scared, he is going to give you the bite and we'll hope for the best."

"This is the girl?" It huffed at them as they drew closer it was a bigger and more animal looking werewolf then Peter looked. It had dark black hair err fur and hellish glowing red eyes, Laurel watched its fangs drip with saliva. "She is a puny little thing isn't she?" It stalked closer to her and Peter not taking its eyes off of her, Peter grabbed her right arm and offered it to the beast. She buried her head into his chest as the fangs sank into her forearm. Laurel bit down to prevent herself from screaming, she could feel as the fire rush into her veins. "You keep me in Talia's good graces now." The beast ran into the woods and disappeared like a shadow.

"Laurel?" Peter looked down at her body as she held on to him for dear life.

"It hurts a lot." She muttered under her breath, her breathing became heavy with pain.

"It'll go away just keep strong." She nodded and flinched every time she moved her arm. He gently guided her down so she could lie down on his lap and she closed her eyes from all the pain that was shooting through her sun was rising from the horizon and Peter shook Laurel with the worst case scenario in mind. Her eyes fluttered opened and he gives a smile out of relief, "Well you made it through the night."

"How long was I out for?"

"A couple of hours." She sat up but leaned against him, "You sleep talk."

"What did I say?"

"You kept moaning my name and saying you loved me over and over about how you wanted my babies and what not." She punched him in the arm and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. He rubbed his arm, "I was just kidding. You were knocked out and I was worried that you didn't make it but it seems I picked the right girl for me."

"God your self-esteem is so low!" She laughed while rolling her neck slowly to get out the kinks, holding out her forearm she examined the place where she got bit and noticed it was smooth and creamy. "There is no mark."

"Your body accepted the bite."

"What if it didn't?"

"You wouldn't have died."

"Lovely. Can I stay with you today; I don't feel like going to school today." She closed her eyes and laid her hand on his arm, he put his hand over her hand.

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