Disclaimer: Nothing in the Teen Wolf universe is mine. *sobs* I guess I'll have make due with the plot and Oriana.
; Thankyou so much, I hope you like Part 2. stORI still have a bit to go until they're really 'together' but it's coming soon. I'm glad that huge explanation made sense and I could answer your questions. Thanks for reviewing!
WickedlyMinx; Haha well here's the rest for you. As for the stORI smut…it will come ;) This stori (see what I did there?!) is rated 'M' for a reason, however it won't happen for a while. Realistically, for their relationship, I was thinking they'd do the deed pretty quickly; like a month or so into their 'relationship' but then again I wanted to hold out cos' I REALLY want to do the scene in S3 where Stiles is all like 'someone needs to sex me now!'; I've had some cool ideas for that. I'm conflicted! Plus, how smutty are you wanting the smut? I don't want to go too detailed and make people uncomfortable but then again it's expected with the rating and warning in the description. Plus I'm a pretty descriptive writer, I'm very visual and can't help but try to set the scene as much as I can. I usually have to cut sometimes up to hundreds of words from my chapters because I naturally put in too much detail and just tend to babble on. Like this. Anyway thank you for reviewing, I hope you like Part 2 and let me know what you think!
Emmettluver2010; Oh, she's defiantly not going to be happy but she'll be on Peter's side a lot I think. They're quite like minded in their thirst for revenge and indifference to violence and others pain. Thankyou for the review!
Chapter 10 – Night School Part 2
"Call the cops." Jackson told Stiles, ignoring her. This seemed to snap the girls beside him out of their thoughts, as they both looked away from their bloody friend quickly.
"No." Stiles refused, his eyes on Oriana.
"Wh - what do you mean "No ?""
Stiles looked at him and snapped. "I mean no. You wanna hear it in spanish? No. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
"What?!" Oriana shouted. Lydia and Allison jumped slightly, scared of their friends anger especially now they knew she lived with a homicidal psychopath.
No one answered her, instead continuing with the argument as if she weren't there, all avoiding eye contact when she tried.
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him." Jackson argued.
"I'm calling." Lydia said, pulling her phone from her bag.
"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec –" He went to stop her but Jackson intercepted, holding him back from his girlfriend as she typed.
"Hey." Scott moved closer to stand by Stiles' side, releasing him from Jackson's hold.
"Scott, what did –" Oriana went to ask but was interrupted by Lydia speaking into her phone.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to - but - She hung up on me." She looked at her phone in betrayal.
"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked disbelievingly.
"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break - in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested." Lydia told them.
"Okay, then call again."
"No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles dismissed.
"What the—what - what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison asked.
Stiles shrugged helplessly so Allison turned her attention back onto Scott.
"So did he send the message?"
He sighed in frustration. "I don't know."
"Is Derek the one that called the police?"
"I don't know!" Scott shouted, making her look at him with hurt eyes.
"All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles joked, slapping his hand on Scott's shoulders and pulling him back slightly.
"Oriana?" Jackson asked.
They all looked at Oriana while she glared at Scott hatefully.
"Why's everyone looking at me?" She bit out through clenched teeth.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?"
"No. He didn't do it."
Scott and Stiles jumped either side of her and grabbed her arms, looking at her desperately.
"What do you mean? Scott said –" Lydia started.
"You hit your head, Oriana." Scott told the girl gently.
She snarled up at him. He flinched away, making the others nervous.
"It. Wasn't. Derek."
"You're in denial." Lydia spoke sympathetically. "I know he's your cousin but he hurt –"
"He didn't!" Oriana shouted at them. "Let me make this perfectly clear. Derek didn't hurt anybody. He didn't kill anybody! And he. Didn't. Try. To kill. Me!" The light veins in her iris sparked blue.
"Whoa! Whoa, whoa!" Scott and Stiles pushed her back and blocked the others from her view.
"You need to calm down." Stiles whispered.
She growled at him, her eyes completely turning blue.
"You told them that –!"
"I told them." Scott rushed out protecting his friend from her feelings of betrayal. She looked at him.
"Stiles didn't tell them anything, okay? I did." He confessed. "I panicked. I thought that since Derek's dead –"
"He's not dead!" She snarled, stepping forward. Stiles held her back.
"Hey, hey, you have to calm down." Stiles looked between the two. "Now, look, we have three completely out of the loop, innocent people here. Okay? We can't just tell them the alpha's out for our blood. So…" He took a deep breath.
"We need to tell them something to get them to shut up." He looked at Oriana pointedly. "And then we think of a plan to get us out of here and find Derek. Okay?"
Scott and Oriana looked at each other before nodding in agreement with Stiles.
"Good." He clapped his hands together. "Now shall we put our hands in or –"
Oriana walked away, Scott turning in the opposite direction.
"No? Okay – just…me…then. Woo." He threw up his hand in false excitement.
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Stiles turned to Scott but kept his eyes on Oriana's back as she stood staring out of the window. Lydia, Allison and Jackson made sure to keep a wide berth from her, whispering to each other and glancing at the raven haired girl every so often, making it pretty obvious she was the subject of their conversation. Stiles shook his head, knowing she could hear them talking about her.
"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done." Stiles said.
"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not. Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off."
Stiles raised his eyebrows in annoyance. He wanted to slap his friend around the head. Of course Scott was remorseful about snapping at Allison when he'd just told everybody that Oriana's cousin, her only real family, was a serial killer. He didn't particularly like Derek. Not at all. But he knew that the scruffy jawed sourwolf was Oriana's whole world and that this whole thing must be killing her. He was especially mad that Scott didn't even think about how this would affect Oriana directly. Even now her so called 'friends' were too afraid to go near her because they thought she was related to a murderer, despite the fact that she still looked like she was a walking zombie and, for all they knew, fatally injured. He could only imagine how she's be treated from now on after the night was over.
But Stiles was always the best out of the two at prioritizing, so was able to swallow back his violent urges and continue. "And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive?"
"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something." Scott whispered furiously.
"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"
"No! Derek said it wants revenge."
"Against who?"
"Allison's family?"
Stiles nodded in agreement. "Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it." He rationalized.
"Okay, assheads - new plan." Jackson called loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
They all looked at Stiles. He looked down, hesitating.
"He's right." Scott agreed, happy that he wasn't the one needing to make the decision. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just - just call him."
Stiles looked at his best friend in shocked betrayal.
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." He told him quietly shaking his head.
"It won't work anyway." Oriana interjected from her place near the window. "It'll just make him mad." She told them darkly.
They looked at her speechless. It took Jackson a few seconds to take charge again.
"All right, give me the phone." He rushed to Stiles, grabbing his shoulder firmly.
Stiles turned around and punched him in the face.
Oriana raised an eyebrow amused and a little turned on if she was being honest.
Allison ran over to kneel beside him. "Jackson! Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?"
She looked back at Stiles with a scalding glare.
Stiles took his phone from his pocket moodily, ignoring Scott's stare as he dilled his dad's number.
"Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voice mail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."
A loud banging at the door sounded suddenly. They all backed away, Lydia running over to hide behind Jackson.
"We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school."
As they watched the doors were rattling furiously, the screws on the hinges pushing out and the handles giving way pushing their makeshift barricade out of place easily.
"Oh my god." Lydia mumbled.
"The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Stiles told them, his eyes on the shaking door.
"Which only goes up." Scott added, holding Allison close.
"Up is better than here." Oriana said lowly, still in her place by the windows apart from the group. Her eyes were locked heatedly on the doors, almost hoping the alpha would burst through so she could have another go at him.
Earlier she was ready to give in, let it take her life while she lay there willingly. But now she felt an unbelievable rage inside of her. She didn't want to die. Not anymore. She wanted to live. She wanted to kiss Stiles again. Mostly though, she wanted revenge. She was going to kill the alpha for taking Laura and Derek from her. She wasn't going to rest until it was dead and her eyes were red.
She stayed in place, watching the weakening doors as the rest of the group ran.
"Oriana, come on."
She looked to the right to see Stiles was the only one left, holding the backdoor open and holding out his hand for hers.
She eyes it and for a second thought about telling him to go on without her but then she looked into his eyes. Her favorite whisky eyes. They were begging her not to stay, to take his hand. He shook his head subtly, knowing what she was thinking. She glanced back to the almost open doors and saw the alpha's red eyes watching her through the small window.
She turned around and ran to Stiles. He grasped her hand tightly and they ran.
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They ran into the chemistry room and Scott closed it behind them, putting a stool under the door handle. He turned around to see them all looking at him as if to say 'really?'.
They were silent for a minute, trying to catch their breaths and listen for any signs of movement in the hallway.
They heard distant growls and footsteps. They all held their breaths as a shadow moved past the window in the door.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott whispered once the noise had quietened.
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap."
"Five? I barely fit in the back." Allison whispered.
"And there's six of us." Oriana pitched in sarcastically. She rolled her eyes when Lydia and Allison looked away from her, not letting the pang of hurt she felt show on her face. She knew they didn't want to be in a small car with her right now. The classroom was small enough. Damn Scott.
"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles said helplessly.
"What about this?" Scott walked over to a door on behind the teacher's desk. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."
"That's a deadbolt." Stiles pointed.
"The janitor has a key." Scott whispered to Stiles.
"You mean his body has it."
"Well we know where that is." Oriana chimed in darkly, remembering his eyes. She ran a thumb over her left wrist and hand where the janitor's nails had scratched when he'd pulled her with him. Her skin was now healed and smooth as if nothing had happened. But she knew better.
Stiles shook his head. "His body wasn't in the locker room when we went back."
She looked up sharply, her gaze settling on him. "You went back for me?"
Stiles looked slightly offended and nodded. "Of course."
Her lips twitched and she looked down. He smiled slightly, finding her sheepish pose adorable.
"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood." Scott whispered leaning close to the two, so the others wouldn't hear.
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles said.
"No, no." Oriana said. "That'll work." She told them her previous lightheartedness replaced with a severe look.
"See." Scott pointed to Oriana.
"You're crazy." Stiles hissed at the pair.
"Let's go." Oriana told Scott, moving to leave.
"Wait, what?!" He grabbed her wrist. "No, I'll go. You stay here, it's too dangerous."
She glared at his hand on her wrist which he promptly dropped, knowing she was mad enough at him for the whole Derek thing, and not wanting to dig that hole any deeper.
"I've told you this before Scott. I've been a werewolf a heck of a lot longer then you. I'm more then capable of smelling out a body." She growled. "Now unless you want to stay here and let me go on my own I suggest we hurry up and leave."
"Bu –" He sighed and nodded, knowing not to start an argument he wouldn't win. Plus, she had a point. He'd rather not go up against the alpha Hale-less, if he could help it. They were good backup.
"No. No, no, no, no, no and oh did I mention, no!" Stiles shouted, before the two could move.
"What now?" Scott asked.
"You are not stepping a foot out of that door, missy." He pointed a finger at Oriana who raised an eyebrow at the challenge. "You've been hurt enough for tonight. And you, mister, you just – stay." He commanded.
Scott rolled his eyes and walked back in the direction of the door.
"I'm getting the key." He told the others.
"We are getting the key." Oriana added, giving him a look.
Behind them Stiles threw his arms in the air and span around in aggravation.
"Are you serious?" Allison whispered angrily.
"Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."
"You can't go out there unarmed."
Scott looked around and grabbed a pointer stick with a small plastic hand at the end from next to the board. He held it up like a sword.
"Oh my god." Oriana muttered.
Stiles rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. Of all the people to give supernatural powers too, Stiles thought to himself not for the first time.
"Well, it's better than nothing." He told them all when he received nothing but crazy looks.
"There's gotta be something else." Stiles said, unwilling to let Oriana go out there, her only protection being Scott with a stick.
"There is." Lydia said. She nodded to the chemical cabinet behind the teacher's desk.
"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?"
"No. Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self - igniting Molotov cocktail."
"Self - igniting –" Stiles stuttered.
"Molotov cocktail. What? I read it somewhere." She responded to their dumb expressions.
"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles pointed to the locked cabinet.
They all sighed in defeat.
Oriana rolled her eyes and stormed over to the cabinet. She burst her leather clad elbow through the glass door.
"Your welcome."
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They watched as Lydia mixed together the ingredients.
"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."
Jackson reached for a bottle but hesitated before grabbing the one next to it. Oriana narrowed her eyes at the movement, unsure if it was an accident but kept silent. What the hell did she know to tell the difference anyway?
Lydia handed the beaker to Scott.
"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison told Scott worriedly.
"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott tried to reason.
"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people." She looked over to Oriana nervously. She didn't say it out loud but she didn't want Oriana going out there with Scott to go up against her cousin. She wasn't sure where the girl's loyalties lay anymore. She felt horrible thinking it but she couldn't see her best friend the same after this.
"And we're next. Somebody has to do something." Oriana argued unsympathetically, knowing what her best friend was thinking.
"And that's you?!" Jackson burst out. "How do we know you're not going to lead McCall right into a trap, huh? Or tell your psycho cousin where we are?!"
Stiles stepped in his direction threateningly, but Oriana held him back.
She looked at Jackson. "You don't."
Lydia and Allison exchanged uneasy glances that sent another pang of hurt right through her heart.
"She won't." Scott said, noticing the brief flash of pain in her eyes before she applied her somber mask. Hi friend didn't deserve this treatment; it was his fault he knew. And he was going to make it up to her.
"I trust her." He told them.
Oriana nodded at him in thanks. He nodded back and motioned for the door. They went to leave but Allison stopped Scott and started whispering pleadingly. They all looked away to give the couple some semblance of privacy. All but Jackson, who was blatantly staring.
"Hey." Stiles whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
She let him pull her a bit away from the others.
"What?"
"I don't want you going out there." He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to interrupt him. "But." He took a deep breath and looked deeply into her mint eyes. "I know that you need to do this."
She nodded gratefully.
"And I'm not going to try to stop you but –" He continued. "I just – I—Please." He reached out and held her hand. "Be careful. You have to come back in one piece, okay?"
She nodded again. "I promise." She whispered, watching his vulnerable eyes and knew that she meant it with everything in her. She would fight tooth and nail. She would do anything she had to. To get back to him.
He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, surprised by his sudden rush of confidence but not complaining. She was finally resolved on the fact that she liked Stiles. And even though she knew that it would probably come back to bite her in the ass, she would let herself relish in this new feeling. With him. Because this feeling was the only thing stopping her from running out of that door to exact her revenge, probably killing herself in the process.
Stiles finally pulled back and allowed his eyes to roam over her face, blood and sweat and all, memorizing her features. Committing her eyes to memory.
"Oriana?" Scott's voice came then, piercing their bubble and throwing them back into reality.
She stepped back from Stiles, her mask back in place, giving his cheek a final peck before leaving with his best friend. They looking back.
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They stepped into the dark cold hallway, the reality of their night hitting them at full blast as were alone. They listened for a moment, making sure the alpha wasn't anywhere near.
"Come on." She whispered. She started down the hallway, relieved to feel that her ribs were almost healed. It would have been easier if a done in her legs or arms was broken, she could just snap It back into place, but she obviously couldn't reach inside to fix a couple of broken ribs.
"Wait, how do we even catch his scent?" Scott asked panicked, not having thought this plan though.
"We already have it." She whispered back.
He looked at her questionably but she never faulted in her determined stride or even spared him a glance.
"What?"
"Me."
He looked more closely and understood. She was literally covered in the janitor's blood. His scent.
The two were silent as they roamed the halls trying to catch the janitor's scent. They stopped outside of the gymnasium door, the smell strongly coming from the room behind.
"Ready?" She asked, letting her claws snap out in preparation.
He nodded and opened the door for them.
They cautiously walked into the large room and stood at the end of the basketball court, keeping their ears focused for the sound of the alpha.
"He's not here." Scott whispered.
"He is."
He looked at her confused.
"Take a deep breath, Scott." She encouraged.
He did as she suggested and his eyes were drawn over to the bleachers. He glanced back at her with wide eyes, reminding her of a child looking for an adult's praise.
She nodded, urging him to follow his nose. She trailed behind him, covering his back against unsuspecting alphas.
Scott led them behind the bleachers but stopped when he saw the dark maze of steal supports that seemed to go on for miles. But the janitor's body was that way. He looked at her reproachful. She nodded encouragingly and so he took a deep breath and started weaving through the steel support bars underneath the structure.
A few meters in they heard a creak behind them. They both stopped to look but there was nothing in sight. She waved Scott forward and he continued with their cautious pace.
When they reached the strongest point of the scent they knew they had reached the source. But where was the body?
They looked at each other in confusion before Scott felt a warm drop on his cheek. Oriana watched as his hand came up to touch his cheek, and pulled his hand back. Blood.
They looked up to see the body of the Janitor's body suspended from thick rock climbing cables underneath the bleachers.
They looked at each other and Scott silently handed her the Molotov beaker and started to climb the steal supports to try to reach the keys that were handing from the Janitor's belt. Oriana could only look up at the pale face of the Janitor and into his dead eyes for the second time that night. It was weird looking at a dead body and being able to remember what they sounded like, looked like in life. Before they had died. It was even weirder being able to say they knew exactly how each wound was made and which was the most painful, because you could remember watching it. It was a different feeling then being able to remember how it felt to make each wound.
The sound of keys jingling snapped her out of her daze. The sound was followed by the bleachers creaking loudly and begin folding in.
"Get the keys, Scott." She rushed. He strained to grab ahold of the keys that were just out of reach.
"Scott." She warned when the folding walls of the bleachers was way too close for comfort and coming closer.
Finally, he grabbed it and they sped off. They dove out from underneath the bleachers just seconds from being crushed.
She laughed shakily as they lay on the ground watching the bleachers stop, now folded in completely.
"Let's never do that again."
"I don't know. It seems like it would be a fun first date for you and Stiles." Scott teased breathlessly.
She rolled her eyed and pushed him over onto his back as she stood up.
The growling coming from the other end of the gym had Scott back on his feet beside Oriana in a second.
Scott stood confidently. "Come on. Come get me."
The alpha started forward but was momentarily distracted by Scott throwing the Molotov Cocktail at it. The glass smashed off of its back but didn't ignite.
"Shit." Oriana cursed, getting her claws ready. The alpha shook its head almost in amusement and continued to charge at them.
Scott turned to run but the alpha caught his ankle and launched him back across the gym. Oriana let out a menacing growl and proceeded to run at the alpha.
She jumped on the alpha's back, wrapping her arm around its neck and squeezing, clawing and biting and scratching for all she was worth. She alpha let out a roar when she dug her canines into its shoulder. It tried to shake her off to no success. It got on all fours and started backing about wildly like a bull at a rodeo and she was flung across the opposite end of the room from Scott.
She got up with some effort, still shaky from earlier and saw the alpha standing over Scott. She pushed her legs to run as fast as she could. Just as she was about to jump it let out a monstrous echoing howl.
She fell to the floor in agonizing pain. Scott's screams joined hers as they echoed through the gym. The familiar agonizing pain started to overtake her as her bones started cracking abnormally and shifting under her skin unwillingly as she felt her vision bleed red. He alpha was forcing her shift.
The silver wolf was prowling through the hallways lazily, following the half-wolf, her instinct telling her to find a meal. She caught the scent of human nearby and started in that direction with the half-wolf following.
As they got closer to the source of the scent the silver wolf's ears lay flat against its skull and its lips curled into a snarl. It stopped before a closed door. The scent was coming from there.
She waited for the half-wolf to open it for them, so they could kill together, like the alpha wanted. Like she wanted. She wanted to kill so bad she was tingling in anticipation.
She watched the Halfling step up to the door and lay a hand on it and putting a key in the lock, breathing in the scent from the humans inside. The male paused and suddenly started holding his head as one of the heartbeats from inside became familiar to him.
The silver wolf watched the Halfling break the key in the lock. She growled at him. He started to convulse, holding his head and falling to the floor.
The distant sound of sirens did little to distract her as she growled at the Halfling as it changed back into human form. His eyes widened at the sight of her and scuttled back in fear. She followed slowly, shoulder blades visible on her back as she slowly prowled closer to her kill. If the half-wolf was going to keep her from her kill, she'd have to take him instead.
"Whoa, whoa!" He gasped at the sight of the familiar wolf. He remembered it from when Derek attacked him in the parking garage.
"Umm…hi…Derek's wolf…"
She snapped her jaw at him. He let out a small shriek and slid further away on the floor.
"…what's your name, huh?...good boy…AH!" He shouted when she jolted forward and swiped a paw at him threateningly.
"Okay! Okay…not a boy…pretty girl…?"
The wolf's growl's quietened somewhat. He nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course you're a girl wolf!...yeah, you're a good girl, huh?...You just want your friend don't ya?...you want Derek…"
The wolf hesitated and gave a small whimper.
"Oh no, girl…it's okay…he's gonna be fine…" He gulped. "…I'm Derek's friend. Okay?...well not really but I'm friends with his cousin…do you know Oriana?"
The wolf's ears perked up and it tilted its head as if it heard its name.
"You know her, eh? You know Oriana?"
The wolf suddenly sat down and looked at him with big electric blue eyes. Electric blue… He remembered that that was the color of Derek and Oriana's werewolf eyes. His eyes widened.
"Oriana?"
The wolf blinked in recognition as Scott sat gaping at her.
Scott heard the door handle of the room containing their friends start to be yanked hard and apparently so did the wolf – Oriana, because her aggressive posture was back in an instant as she turned around to stalk back to the door.
"No!" Scott called out.
She stopped and growled at him for interrupting her. She started scratching around the door and at the tiled floors trying to get inside.
"Oriana they're our friends, remember. You don't want to hurt them." He pleaded.
She huffed, still nosing the door, checking for weaknesses. If the Halfling wasn't going to help her she was going to get in herself.
Scott tried to think about how he'd come out of the brainwashing spell the alpha had put him under and remembered that it was Allison's heartbeat that had stopped him, brought him back. His eyes widened.
"Stiles is in there, Oriana."
The only recognition she showed at the name was a brief ear twitch.
"Remember Stiles? He's tall and skinny. Terrible at lacrosse?"
He groaned when she didn't stop. He distantly heard voices yelling from the lower level of the school and panicked.
"Uh…you two flirt a lot, he's bad at it so it's kinda funny. Um…you both speak sarcasm! He has short brown hair, lots 'a moles…uh…." Scott looked around desperately. "His eyes are brown –"
He stopped at the sudden growl. He looked down to see Oriana looking at him in anger. "What? They are?! I think." He muttered. She growled again.
"Urhhh!" He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, hearing the voices draw closer, and recognizing the Sheriff's.
"STILES!" He shouted at her in desperation. "Stiles is in there!" He pointed at the closed door. She looked at it briefly before turning back to him with questioning eyes.
"You kissed him not even an hour ago! Remember?!"
Her ears twitched, her eyes closed briefly and her head sagged slightly.
"Yes! Listen." He commanded. "Listen for his heartbeat. You don't want to hurt him. You know you don't."
He watched her lips curl up and her head shook as if she were in pain. He watched wide eyed as her back curled up and down, her boned cracking, he legs all elongating and her tail, ears and muzzle receding. He watched as smooth skin and bloodstained cloth replaced fur and light silvery fur grew and darkened into long dark tresses. In the end, where a slightly larger than usual silvery wolf stood, in its place was the familiar crouched figure of the girl his best friend was in love with, and he knew that she returned the favor.
"Scott? Oriana?" Sheriff Stilinski called out from behind Scott. He turned around to see the Sheriff standing with a few deputies, all with their guns out but lowered as they took in the two teens. Their eyes locked onto the small looking figure of a hunched over Oriana and widened.
"I'm gonna need an ambulance at the high school." The Sheriff spoke into his radio.
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Oriana was sitting in the back of an ambulance staring at the spot where Derek had been thrown earlier. It was empty. The Camero was gone too. She felt in her gut that her cousin was alive but she didn't want to get her hopes up. The alpha could have moved his body like he did that janitors, and could have used the Camero as a getaway car when he heard the sirens.
Lydia and Jackson had already been picked up by their parents, Allison was waiting on hers far away from Oriana, and the boys were inside the school with the Sheriff.
She could feel the stares from the surrounding police force and EMTs. One of the first things the Sheriff had asked was who was responsible for the janitor's death, understandably. And so one of the first thing's he was told was her cousins name. Derek Hale. Even with no proof, five terrified teenagers and a dead body all shouting the name 'Derek' was enough to make everyone suspicious. Oriana denied it when she was asked, much to the frustration of Scott but Stiles had understood and that was good enough for her. Obviously no one believed her over the minimal evidence stacked up against Derek including the fact that he'd been a suspect in Laura's death too. It wasn't looking good.
She saw an EMT hesitate with a stethoscope from the corner of her eye.
"I'm not gonna kill ya." She grumbled and sat back, letting the apprehensive man check her heart beat quickly before scurrying away to complete some paperwork.
"Are you okay?"
She looked to the right to see that last person she'd expect to sit beside her in the back of the ambulance. Alan Deaton. She looked at him wide eyed, remembering that he went missing right before the alpha showed up, and also that he knew she was with Derek, technically aiding in his kidnapping. She wondered why she wasn't in cuffs yet.
Scenting him would do no good in finding out if he were actually the alpha, as the alpha could small completely different as a human. As of right now she didn't see any link between his scent and the alpha's but who knew? She couldn't do anything to the man without proof though.
That still didn't explain why she wasn't in cuffs right now.
"You do know who I am, don't you?" She asked bluntly.
He nodded with a small chuckle. "Oriana Hale."
She looked around to glare at the people around the parking lot that were looking at her.
"And you know who did this?" She gestured to the school.
He nodded again. "I know who they say did it."
She looked at him with intense wondering eyes. "You don't think Derek did it?"
He shrugged. "Did he?"
"No." She growled.
He smiled at her lightly. "Then what does it matter what I think?"
Before she could reply the Sheriff was in front of her calling her name.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
She nodded.
"You sure. Your kind of covered in…" He pointed needlessly at the dried blood.
She nodded. "It isn't mine. I fell…" She looked down, getting a flash of hazel eyes begging for help before she broke his hand.
"Were you the one to find him then? The janitor?"
"I was there." She whispered, her eyes far away remembering the scene vividly.
"You were?" John asked, shock clear on his face. He gripped his statement notebook tightly.
She nodded, inwardly cursing herself for saying.
"Did you happen to get a look at the person who did it?" he asked eagerly.
She shook her head. "It was in the locker room. There are hardly any windows so…it was dark…"
"You didn't see anything? The slightest detail could help."
"He was tall. Athletic build. Dark hair." She kept to the vague bare minimums, describing about 65% of the males in Beacon Hills. She didn't realize until she saw the look John was giving her that Derek was part of that 65%.
"It wasn't Derek." She told him firmly.
"You said you didn't see him." John countered.
"I know. It just wasn't."
"Do you know where your cousin is right now, Oriana? He's not answering his phone."
She looked away, unable to come up with a good alibi. He nodded to himself.
"And why do you think this man didn't hurt you too if you were there when he killed the Janitor?" John asked.
"I was hiding."
"But you're covered in his blood." John argued with slight impatience in his voice.
"I told you I fell." She glared at him. "I hid until he left and then I left to find Scott and Stiles but I fell in the blood on the way out." Her voice was raised toward the end.
John nodded and must have decided that that was enough interrogating for now, as he put his notebook in his pocket.
"Well, I'm sorry, but with your cousin being AWOL and multiple people saying it was him, Derek is a suspect in another murder and attempted murder. You can't go home. Do you have anyone you can stay with? Maybe Allison or Lydia?"
She laughed bitterly and pulled the shock blanket tighter around her shoulders.
"They haven't even looked at me all night. I doubt either would be willing to ask their parents to let a 'muderer's' cousin move in." She said darkly, with thinly veiled hurt, her eyes watering.
John and Deaton, who had stayed silent throughout her interrogation, looked at her sadly.
"Well then I guess that means you're taking the guest room this time round." John smiled and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder.
She looked up at him with big wet green eyes and wet lashes. She looked like a lost abused puppy begging for a home.
"Okay." She whispered. He squeezed her shoulder and left to go talk to a nearby deputy.
She saw Stiles and Scott approaching, Scott's eyed fixed on his boss, Stiles' on hers. They shared a small smile.
"There you are." Deaton smiled at his young apprentice.
"How - ? How did you –" Scott stuttered, looking lost for words.
"Get out? Not easily. And from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise." He smiled.
"Guys, come on, let's let the EMT's do their job. You can talk to him later. And you're free to go too, Oriana." The Sheriff came over and steered the kids away. Stiles subtly grabbed ahold of her hand and they followed his dad. She squeezed it tightly.
"Allison!" Scott ran over to his retreating girlfriend.
Oriana leaned back against Stiles jeep next to him as they watched their friend talk to his girlfriend. John was talking to a deputy close by.
"So what happened after you left?" Stiles asked quietly.
"Scott told you."
He nodded. "Yeah, he did." He scratched the back of his head. "Do you really turn into a wolf? Like a real wolf?" Stiles asked excitedly.
She let out a small chuckle and looked up at him with a nod.
"Awesome." He whispered staring at her with admiration.
She shrugged and looked back over to Scott and Allison.
"So what are you going to do now?" Stiles asked. "You can't go back to your house right?"
"Your dad said that I'm staying with you guys for now."
She looked back up at him when she heard him choking slightly. "Is that okay?" She asked with a teasing smile.
"Yeah." He nodded enthusiastically. "That's great – I mean fine. That's fine. I suppose. I mean, I can just take the couch or ya'know we can shar – "
She laughed loudly cutting off his nervous rambles.
"I'm staying in the guest room, dumbo."
He scoffed loudly. "Psshh, yeah. I mean – I know – I knew that. I was just- wait. Did you just call me dumbo?" He stared at her offended.
"Yep." She smiled cheekily.
"You're mean. You're not allowed to share my Reese's stash now."
"What?! Nooooo! Please, Stiles." She grabbed his arm and whined.
He laughed at her adorable pout.
"What's in it for me?"
She thought for a minute, unconscious running her tongue over her bottom lip. He shifted uncomfortably. He'd felt that lip. He'd tasted it. And it tasted goo-
"My gratitude and affection?" She asked hopefully, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He rolled his eyes and sighed exaggeratingly big. "Fiinnneee."
"Yes!" She did a small victory bounce, the dried blood on her jeans making them stiff and hard to move. "And I really need a shower and clean clothes."
"Yeah, yeah. You're such a girl." He teased with an eyeroll.
"Hey. Have you seen me?" She pointed to her frightening state. "I can't believe you kissed me like this. You have some blood on you as well." She pointed at some blood marks on his blight jacket and shirt that had transferred from her clothes to his. He blushed, remembering how close she'd been pressed against him, and the kiss. Both of them.
He was about to ask her about the kisses when he caught sight of Allison walking away from a shattered looking Scott across the lot.
"What happened?" He asked her.
"She broke up with him."
Finally! That was long. Both parts of 'Night School' worked out to be about 13520. There was a lot of off script scenes too, which obviously made it longer. But I feel good about it, what do you guys think?
Good, bad, just eh? Let me know what you thought and also if you want to see something particular in the future to do with the plot line or even just a little off-script scene.
I felt bad for splitting the chapter so I added in another kiss for all you stORI lovers out there, I hope you don't mind ;)