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I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm so sorry but you guys know how life is; it's steady and pretty boring for a while and then when something goes wrong, everything goes wrong. Long story short there's been a couple of deaths in the family since Christmas and we recently found out my uncle has cancer, so I just haven't been in the writing mood until recently. SO! While I felt motivated I wrote my longest chapter yet enjoy!
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Chapter 11 - Lunatic
Stiles had experienced panic attacks before; he got them regularly after the death of his mother. They were quite an unpleasant experience if you couldn't guess. He could sum up how they made him feel in four words; breathless, hot, panicked and sweaty. The same words could also be used to describe how he felt right now, but this sure in hell wasn't a panic attack.
Stiles stood in the hallway with a face that strongly resembled that of a fish. His eyes were wide and his mouth opening, closing grasping for words. Or breath; whichever came first.
Oriana quirked a perfectly arched dark eyebrow in amusement. She leaned casually in the bathroom doorway, enjoying the audible hitch of his heartbeat when she crossed her arms under her breasts, allowing them to rise and strain against the thin towel wrapped around them.
"You knocked?" She asked politely.
Stiles gulped and his eyes, against his best efforts, rolled down her scantily clad body. From her darker then ever wet hair, her make-up free flushed face, her bare shoulders, collar bone and arms to her thin green towel - HIS towel - that was pulled around the silhouette of her hourglass figure perfectly and was only just long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. Thus, leaving her long, golden toned, smooth legs completely open for observation. As he watched, a drop of water slid down her neck, past her collar bone and into her cleavage. He wanted to chase that water drop with his tongue. Stiles gulped again.
In the back of his mind he was doing a little happy dance. Not because Oriana was naked in his house, only his small towel around her...well not completely because of that. It was because her scars were on show. Not all of them of course, but the burn that took up most of the skin on her upper left arm and bicep was clearly visible, and also, the outside of her left thigh was taken up mostly by a similar looking burn. The large uneven patch of skin reaching about halfway down to her knee, and he knew it continued up her hip and side of her torso until it peaked in a misshapen triangular point just below her armpit. Pretty much her whole left side.
He was happy dancing because she letting him see the rest of the scar of her side, that had been covered by her leggings a few nights ago, and the scar on her arm again. This obviously meant she felt comfortable enough in his presence that she was trying to show her trust in him by letting him see her insecurities and vulnerabilities. He wasn't about to think she'd simply forgotten about her scars because he knew she's never forget about them, and because his perceptive eyes noted the slight rigidness of her spine and the wariness in her eyes that couldn't be covered. She knew what she was doing, and it wasn't just trying to fluster him with her feminine wiles either.
"Is that a tattoo?!" He burst out unable to stop himself. There on the outside of her right thigh was a detailed black pattern. He unashamedly, too curious to feel embarrassed, leaned down and cocked his head to the left in order to get a better view of the side of her leg. She watched in amusement as Stiles's eyes traced the large shape of her leg, a crude joke bubbling between her lips at how close Stiles' face was to the warm area between her legs.
Stiles was less surprised then he thought he'd have been at the fact that Oriana had a tattoo. It made sense really. She was the dark, brooding, tattoo-y type, he thought. His amber eyes analysed the large tattoo, wandering what it meant.
It was a fairy large, very well drawn dreamcatcher. The design was fairly simple and ordinary; a circle, a little larger then his palm he guessed, and six feathers, variously sized between medium and small, hung down and around, in no particular order, from the circle and were attached by the same silk-y looking ribbons that the circle was bordered with. The ribbons attaching each feather had a few small beads along them also. While it wasn't terribly original in style, the dreamcater was so detailed and shaded perfectly in blacks and the odd whites, it looked almost 3D, the long green and blue tipped feathers and beads looked to be swaying in a gentle breeze. The design inside the circle however was completely unique and one he'd never seen before was was an obviously deliberate pattern.
"What does it mean?"
When she didn't answer after a few seconds, he looked up and was immediately caught in her bright thoughtful gaze.
"It's..." She took a breath. "The dreamcatcher is for...obvious reasons..." She looked down, not wanting to explain in depth and knowing that he'd understand anyway.
And he did. He knew that she'd been in the fire that killed the rest of her family and that she'd been on her own after that in the system. It was pretty much mandatory that she had nightmares.
"And this?" The tips of his fingers ghosted over the still damp skin of her thigh, over the strange design in the dreamcatcher. A deep sense of male-pride grew inside of him when she shivered slightly beneath his touch.
"It's a triskele." She whispered. "Derek has one too; It's the symbol of the Hale pack. Alpha..." She lightly touched one of the three spirals of the triangular shaped symbol. "Beta..." She touched the second. "Omega..." She touched the last spiral.
"For werewolves, it symbolizes that possibility that any wolf can rise or fall to any status. A beta can become an alpha. An alpha can fall all the way to an omega."
"But why is it so important to the Hales?" Stiles asked thoughtfully.
"It's a mantra that the Hales use when training to control our wolf-y...urges."
"What kind of urges?" He smirked at the innuendo.
She gave him a hard stare. "Blood lust."
"Is that the only lusty urge you werewolves have?" He wagged his eyebrows.
She felt her cheeks burn slightly and tried to turn her head away from his gaze but was too late.
He grinned cheekily at her.
"Alright, go away." She pushed his away by his forehead, and walked past him to the guest room.
"What?!" He called after her, his smile big. He laughed when she answered with a single finger before slamming the door behind her.
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The day after the attack at the school, John had instructed Stiles to go with Oriana to collect her things from her house, resulting in Stiles hastily throwing Oriana's things into a suitcase borrowed from his dad, in the creepy Hale house. She didn't have much but he wasn't too worried about that right now as it meant that he could leave faster. Stiles didn't want to be in the haunted house longer then absolutely necessary.
"So where's Derek?" Stiles asked to fill the silence, and to hopefully speed up time.
"I haven't heard from him," She looked down. "But he's alive." She said firmly. "He's probably just laying low somewhere and healing."
Stiles nodded, he dare not disagree with her on her cousin's current health status, as he walked briskly around her room, filling his arms with random stuff to pack.
"What are you doing?" Oriana asked as she calmly folded her clothes from her wardrobe to put into her own small suitcase.
"What? I'm just - packing. I'm helping you pack." He said, throwing her phone and laptop chargers into the suitcase.
"What's the rush?" She asked, quickly swiping her laptop from Stiles' hands before it too was thrown.
"No rush. There's no rush. I'm just - Its's - " He stammered looking around her room and towards her open doorway which led to the dark hallway, as if a ghost was about to pop out and yell -
"BOO!"
Stiles screamed. Like a girl.
Oriana sat on her bed laughing hysterically.
Stiles held his racing heart.
"Do you seriously think this place is haunted?" She laughed.
"NO! Shut up!" Stiles threw one of her pillows at her.
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"So she, like, lives here now?" Scott whispered to Stiles as they sat in the livingroom, not wanting Oriana to overhear him from her spot in the kitchen.
"Well yeah, I guess."
"For how long?"
Stiles shrugged, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth while keeping his eyes on the television screen.
"Well have you guys..."
Stiles glanced over at his floppy haired friend in confusion, his cheeks bulging with popcorn.
"...Ya'know..." Scott hinted with an exaggerated eyebrow raise.
"Whaff?" Stiles mumbled between chewing.
Scott grimaced in distaste and glanced over toward the empty doorway before continuing his questioning.
"Have you two done...anything...?"
Stiles looked at his blankly.
"Sex, Stiles! Have you and Oriana had sex?!" Scott burst out impatiently causing Stiles to start choking.
"Why, jealous?"
The two teens whipped their heads around simultaneously to stare wide eyed at the raven haired bombshell that was now entering the room with a bowl and her favorite thermos.
She flopped down onto the chair on the other side of the coffee table, near the sofa the boys were currently occupying.
"Why...wha- Why would you...?" Stiles stammered awkwardly, his face aflame, as he looked nervously between his best friend and his new housemate.
"Well, I mean -" Scott supplied hastily, his own cheeks pink.
"Because he obviously doesn't want anyone to be with you but him, Stiles. His feelings cannot be contained." Oriana stated calmly, picking out a frosted flake from her bowl of dry cereal.
"What?! No, that's -" Scott cried.
"Why else have you been over here all day everyday since that night at the school? Admit it. You're jealous." She shrugged tossing the piece of cereal into her mouth.
Stiles raised a brow at Scott in question.
"Seriously?!" Scott asked in embarrassment.
Stiles smiled suddenly. "Leave the guy alone Ori. He doesn't understand your humor yet."
She shrugged again, taking a sip from her thermos. Stiles, for the first time, read the white block letters on her glossy black cup.
"Does that say - "
"Dude, don't ask." Scott muttered, crossing his arms moodily, now realizing that Oriana had been trying to wind him up.
"But it says - "
"Chill, dude. It's just a Funny Cup." Oriana reassured.
"What's a Funny Cup?"
Scott groaned. "I've got to get Allison back."
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"Where are we going?" Scott asked moodily as he followed Stiles through the woods.
"You'll see."
"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak - out from what happened at the school." Scott looked over his shoulder nervously, as if his mom was watching.
"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles said smartly.
"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked impatiently.
"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped - "
Scott interrupted angrily, "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."
Stiles laughed a little in sympathy. "All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break - You get your best friend drunk." He turned to show Scott the bottle of Jack Daniels with a proud smile.
"Where did you get that?" Scott asked in awe.
Stiles shrugged and turned back around to start walking again.
"I got Oriana to get it for me. She's got a fake ID. It's part of her badass delinquent-ness."
"So why isn't Oriana here then? If she supplied the drink?"
Stiles sighed. "Because she...I told her that you wanted a guys night."
"Why?" Scott furrowed his brows, worried that Oriana would now think that he was mad at her or something.
"Because she lives with me now so she's always around and I haven't had a break from her all weekend, but I can't just tell her I need some time away from her because she'll take it the wrong way and get mad at me and close up again!" Stiles ranted heatedly.
"But I thought you liked her?" Scott asked thoroughly confused now.
"I do!" Stiles shouted, and then gave a huge sigh of frustration. "I just...you remember the night at the school?"
Scott gave him a pointed glare. As if he could forget.
"Right, sorry. Stupid question. Well, anyway, " He continued. "You saw when she um...kissed me..." He blushed.
"Twice." Scott smirked slightly.
"Yeah, twice. Well it's just...nothing's happened since." Stiles confided sadly.
"So has she said anything about it?" Scott asked.
"No."
"Have you said anything?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Stiles huffed irritatingly, "What am I supposed to say, man? 'Hey, Oriana. Why did you kiss me twice when you were all bloody from being attacked by the Alpha and why haven't you kissed me since?!'"
"Yes."
"Urrrgggg!" Stiles groaned, as they continued to trudge through the dark woods.
"So she's just acting like nothing happened?" Scott asked again.
"Well, no." Stiles sighed. "She's been kinda flirty. But that's how she is anyway. And the morning after the school I saw her coming out of the shower and -"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Scott put his hand on his friends shoulder to stop him. Scott looked at Stiles with wide eyes.
"You saw her naked?"
"No!" Stiles shook off his friend's hand and continued to walk, Scott following eagerly. "She had on this little towel. But that's not the point, man! I'm just so - arrghhh!" He groaned and finally sat down on a large rock in the small rocky clearing he'd been looking for.
Scott sat next to him and waited for his friend to continue. He'd been moping all weekend over Allison so he supposed that the least he could do was let his friend rant a bit over his own complicated love life.
"I'm just so confused, man. For the past decade i've been completely and madly in love with Lydia."
"Obsessed." Scott intervened. Stiles sent him a glare before carrying on as if he hadn't been interrupted.
"And I know she never even knew I existed but I was okay with that because I was always sure that one day she would, and that we'd finally be together and I'd have the girl of my dreams." He sighed. "And then one day this amazing, beautiful, funny girl walks into class and I just..."
Scott watches his friend struggle for words and thinks to himself, that this is the most serious he's seen his friend since his mother had died. Scott realizes how much this must be weighing on Stiles' mind and how conflicted he must feel. Honestly, he'd always thought that Stiles was being a little dramatic and overexadurating about his crush on Lydia but right now he could see how genuinely he felt. Scott waited, letting his friend say what he needed to and hoped that he would be able to give some helpful advice.
"I really like her Scott." Stiles whispered, looking at his feet. "Oriana is just so...real. She's damaged, stubborn, moody, kind of morbid," He chuckled a little. "And she's seen things and felt things that...she has got real issues and fears and nightmares...scars..." He sighed sadly. "She's so different from Lydia, who is just a normal popular girl with rich parents and a jock boyfriend. Oriana is...broken. But the thing is, she doesn't need fixing...because she's perfect...and I really really like her..."
Scott watched his friend with sympathy. "But?"
"But I'm not sure if she really likes me, or if she should...I mean, I'm just this skinny kid and she's a werewolf. What would I have to offer her, huh? I couldn't keep her safe against the alpha or hunters or, hell, a guy with a gun. Or a knife. Or a fist." He kicked the ground angrily, thinking about her scars. "I'm not rich. I'm not good at lacrosse and I'm not even good-looking. I'm just a nerd who's best friend's with the star of the lacrosse team."
Stiles exhaled loudly and sat upright to look into the dark trees.
"And then there's Lydia. I'm not sure anymore how I feel about her. It's like whenever I'm with Oriana I forget about her, but I know that I still like her. A lot. I'm just...not sure if I love her anymore...or if I ever really did." He muttered.
Scott sighed heavily and looked up at the dark sky and almost full moon, trying to dry his moist eyes. He felt like a horrible best friend. How could he never see all that Stiles was holding back all the negativity and inner turmoil that he secretly felt? All of this was enough to drive someone crazy. And here he was moping around like a six year old because his girlfriend wants some space.
"Stiles..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say but needing to say something to his best friend who had just shared with him the huge weight on his shoulders.
"Man, I...I don't think that what you felt for Lydia was love. I'm not saying you don't have strong feelings for her," He rushed to explain when Stiles sent him a seething look. "It's just that...Lydia has always been the pretty and popular girl. And when you found out that she's secretly really smart and sometimes nice, you put her on a pedestal without even ever...really meeting her. And you never saw how bad she could be. She's mean, man." Scott rationalized. Stiles sat watching the darkness, but was listening intently to Scott's uncharacteristically deep thoughts.
"She thinks that she's better then everyone else because she's pretty and smart and rich. And she practically uses Jackson. Don't get me wrong I do think she really likes him too, maybe she even loves him, but she's only really with him because he's the captain of the lacrosse team. She's obsessed with popularity and being loved, and Stiles...she doesn't even know your name..." Scott added as gently but truthfully as possible.
Stiles didn't react much that Scott could see, but he knew that he was listening to every word.
"And Oriana..." Scott started again. "From the first time she met you she's looked at you differently to anyone else. She feels comfortable around you, and she listens to you and makes you laugh and she does really like you. And you know she's not looking for an athlete or money or even protection. She's not looking for someone who wants her in spite of her past and her scars, or someone who wants to fix her and make her forget; she's wants for someone to trust. And yeah, she's had a rough past and it'll be hard and she'll be afraid and it'll probably take a long time for you to really know everything about her and who she is and what she's been through. She wants someone who can make her laugh and feel safe and accept her as she is, scars and all, and help her move on. And I think...that some one is you, Stiles."
They sat in silence for a while, both shocked at how deep and meaningful this conversation had gone, but both thankful for it, because it made Stiles feel a little more settled in his own mind, and it made Scott feel closer to his best friend.
"Now, " Scott said more cheerfully. "When your best friend is in the middle of a love triangle..." He picked up the forgotten bottle of Jack Daniels and held it up for Stiles to see. "You get your best friend drunk."
They laughed lightheartedly and Scott opened the bottle as Stiles lit a fire in a nearby large dumpster.
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"Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea." Stiles ranted, lying on the rocky ground beside the half empty bottle of Jack.
"Fish in the sea." Scott interrupted, his good mode having evaporated about an hour ago, when Stiles had started to get drunk but he hadn't.
"Fish? Why you talking about fish?" Stiles asked confusedly. "I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with black hair, green eyes, 5'5" - "
"Like Oriana?" Scott asked boredly. He'd spent the last hour listening to Stiles talk about Oriana and then Lydia and then Oriana again and then - Well, you get the picture.
"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." Stiles slurred.
"I don't want any more."
"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked confused.
"I'm not anything." Scott relied, feeling a strange emptiness inside of himself like there was a void or a numbness in his chest and head.
"Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf."
Scott looked down at his friend in thought. It certainly seemed to be true as he was currently and depressingly sober.
"Am I drunk?"
Scott rolled his eyes. "You're wasted."
Stiles cheered. "Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know." He paused. "Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse."
Scott looked down at him with incredulous eyes.
Stiles grinned widely. "That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."
As he reached out to grab the bottle again he watched with confusion as it was pulled away from his reach.
Scott and Stiles looked at the two older guys standing over them, the bigger dark skinned man was holding their bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." He smirked cruelly.
"Give it back." Scott warned, an indescribable rage filling him.
"What's that, little man?" The guy asked in smug amusment.
"I think he wants a drink." The smaller pale guy next to him chimed, he was obviously the larger ones sidekick and was there mainly to feed his leader's ego.
Scott stood up, feeling threatened and aggressive. "I want the bottle."
Stiles saw Scott's claws growing out behind his back and gulped, suddenly loosing his cheerful drunk attitude. "Scott, maybe we should just go." He suggested.
Scott's eyes were dark and angry, locked on the taller man's and he walked closer in a predatory manor. "You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle." His eyes flashed gold as his wolf's bloodlust neared the surface. "Give me the bottle of Jack."
The guy watched Scott in horror as his eyes glowed, literally, with boiling rage, and he gave handed the bottle back quickly.
Scott threw the bottle clear across the clearing where it smashed against a tree trunk.
Stiles stumbled a bit but managed to get up and pull Scott away from the older guys and back towards the jeep.
Stiles' words were still slightly slurred as he followed his tense friend over to his blue jeep. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon."
Scott looked up at the sky in contemplation, opening the passenger door of the jeep.
"Going home now, yeah?" Stiles asked but immediately flopped back through the passenger door and promptly fell asleep in his passenger seat. Scott rolled his eyes and shut the door.
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"Beautiful Monday morning, Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale -"
Stiles ran over and pulled the plug for the kitchen radio out of the socket.
He span around to look at Oriana and his dad, both of whom were sitting at the kitchen table watching him.
"It just - " He pointed to the now silent radio. "Yeah..."
To say breakfast was awkward was a bit of an understatement. Oriana wasn't talking to John due to him obviously being the head of the police that were looking to arrest her - innocent - cousin. Of course she knew that he was only doing his job and without any chance of proving her cousin's innocence, his job was to put a killer behind bars. Still she felt a little betrayed that John wouldn't take her word for it that Derek wasn't guilty, and she couldn't shake that little nugget of doubt in her head that John didn't care for or about her at all and that the only reason he was being so kind and fatherly toward her was because he wanted to keep an eye on the 'murderer's' cousin to make sure she wasn't in cahoots with him.
But then that could be the full moon talking. Ever since she'd woken up she felt the pull of the moon. She wasn't lying when she'd told Stiles before that she was barely in control of herself. It was only after Derek and Laura had found her that she had been properly taught some level of control.
But she suspected that the basic level of knowledge she had wouldn't help much today. She was too stressed with everything that was going on lately that she just knew she would have a lot of trouble keeping herself in check today. Let alone keeping Scott under control for his second full moon. With Derek missing the responsibility fell to her and as she was in bad shape herself, she wasn't too for optimistic about the day, or moon, to come.
Feeling particularly irritable today, she glared at Stiles throughout breakfast as if it had been his voice on the radio announcing her cousin as the suspect of murder to the whole town of Beacon Hills. Stiles, knowing what was the cause of her crabby attitude that morning, was unusually quiet; so as not to annoy her more, and while she didn't say it she was grateful.
It was decided that because they lived together now and that they both went to the same place everyday that Stiles would drive them both to and from school instead of Oriana taking her own car separately.
They were walking toward the school entrance when she noticed Allison's father's red tahoe parked outside the entrance. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the face that haunted her nightmares sitting in the passengers seat of the car. She felt a growl rattle out of her chest, her eyes locked on the smiling blonde who was completely unaware of her presence as she talked with her brunette niece and brother.
"Whoa, Whoa. Calm down." Stiles muttered as he stopped beside her static form. He followed her line of sight to the red tahoe and sighed to himself.
"Look I know she's your friend and you want to tell her everything, believe me I know, I've only heard the same thing from Scott a million times but - " Stiles continued to ramble, having presumed her sudden shift in emotions was directed at Allison.
Oriana felt the overwhelming urge to rip that door off its hinges and pull Kate Argent out by her hair. She started visualizing ways she would get her revenge in the most graphic and painful ways possible. First she'd rip off her -
"Oriana!"
Stiles voice broke through her hazy red vision. And she blinked a couple of times to look at Stiles questioningly, mad at him for interrupting her planning.
"What?" She growled lowly.
"Your eyes." He whispered urgently, looking around to make sure no one had noticed. He let out a sigh of relief when she blinked the blue from he eyes before anyone could look at them. He must have jinxed it, however, because he noticed, along with Oriana, that the three head's inside the Argent's red car all turned in their direction as if on que.
He saw Oriana's head tilt slightly and knew she was listening to what looked like a frantic conversation between the Argent family.
Oriana didn't even think to hide her glare as she stood not far in front of the tahoe, watching the family of her former friend. They watched her too, with various expressions of shock, confusion and anger.
She listened to them speak.
"Hale? As in Derek Hale?" Asked an older male voice; Allison's father.
She saw Allison nod warily.
"She's his cousin."
"Peter's daughter?" Kate asked in shock before she could censor herself.
Allison looked at her aunt suspiciously. "I don't know. She said her dad was in the hospital, catatonic."
"That's Oriana Hale?" Allison's dad, Chris is she remembered right, asked in shock. She knew why. The Argents thought she had died in the fire along with the rest of her family.
"Yeah...Do you know her?" Allison asked.
"No." The adults both shut down immediately.
"But I used to know her dad. Maybe i'll pay her a visit sometime to express my sympathies." Kate continued, her eyes locked on Oriana's.
Oriana knew immediately what she meant. Kate Argent was going to try to kill her. Again. Afterall she was a Hale, and if that wasn't reason enough in itself, then she knew Kate was going to come after her purely because she was a witness. Kate had looked right at Oriana when she dropped the match with a smile. Kate had never planned on her escaping and becoming a witness instead of a victim. Kate couldn't let Oriana live while she was able to tell anyone who would listen exactly who was the arsonist and murderer of the entire Hale family. She wouldn't let her live.
Oriana, seeing the promise in the blonde's eyes, felt suddenly protective and grabbed Stiles' arm to pull him into the school.
"Hey, ow, ow, ow!" Stiles called, jogging behind her with his arm still in her tight grip.
She finally let go when they were safely inside of the school. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
"What was that about?" Stiles asked.
"It was her."
"What?" Stiles asked getting more confused by the second. She leaned against a locker and tried to steady her breathing before she ran right back outside and exacted he revenge on the Argent bitch.
"Allison's aunt - "
"Kate?" Oriana glared at the interruption and he held his hands up in surrender.
"It was her." She repeated, unable to even mouth the words in her current state, lest she loose all control.
Stiles was about to question her further before he caught sight of her right hand that was unconsciously holding the left side of her torso, stroking up and down tenderly as if she were sore or in pain. It clicked in his mind then, when he remembered the significance of her left side, only obvious if you knew what lay underneath the loose fabric of her shirt.
His breath hitched as if the weight of her words was suddenly dropped on his chest. "You mean she was the one who..."
He didn't know how to end that question while still keeping her calm and painless.
'Tried to murder you?'
'Set your family on fire?'
'Gave you these scars?'
'Burnt you?'
'Hurt you?'
'Broke you?'
He didn't know what he was supposed to say to make it better, or if he could, or if he should even try. So he settled for pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around her small body. She deflated almost instantly against his embrace. His touch anchoring her.
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"Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills."
Oriana heard Lydia's voice as her fri - former friends turned the corner in the hallway. She stood at her locker as they approached, obviously not noticing her in the busy hallway.
"What about Oriana?" Allison's sweet voice asked.
"Well." Lydia hesitated. "She did the same as Scott. She left us there too. Plus she's also..."
"Derek Hale's cousin." Allison finished.
"Yeah."
"But she was sure he didn't do it." Allison argued weakly.
"But Scott and his friend both said that they saw him. And he's been missing ever since. And he's been a murder suspect before. And...he's her cousin, she would protect him anyway. She doesn't want to be alone; He's the only family she has left." Lydia reasoned.
Oriana closed her eyes briefly in pain at how true those words rung.
"She would have said if she knew it was him." Allison said surely.
"Are you positive of that?"
There was a pause.
"No."
Another pause.
"So...what, we just ignore her now? She's our friend." Allison asked.
"Our friend who lives with a psychopathic serial killer." Lydia said with a little more bite. "I mean what if he was the one to start the Hale fire and killed his whole family?"
Oriana snapped at that comment, and let's be honest; she would have anyway, full moon regardless. She slammed her locker shut; the noise alerting people nearby including her ex-friends. She caught their shocked and guilty faces before she stormed down the hallway to find Stiles. She needed an anchor right now. Her anchor.
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"Ah, Miss. Hale."
The dark haired girl in question closed her eyes in annoyance. She reluctantly turned to face Harris who was perched on the edge of the teachers desk with his arms folded.
"What?" She snapped, not in the mood for politeness. Stiles squirmed uncomfortably beside her.
He smiled condescendingly. "I trust that recent familial issues won't effect your score on todays test? Because with your usual work you aren't going to pass my class as it is."
Oriana felt a growl form in her chest before Stiles coughed loudly behind her and pinched her back. She was able to reign her wolf in at the contact and exhaled through her nose.
"No, sir." She gritted out through clenched teeth. She turned to take her seat near the back of the class with Stiles.
"Now that your guardian has revealed his true colors maybe you'll make some actual progress when you get put into foster care, like I suggested." Harris mused loudly enough for the rest of the seated students to hear.
There were multiple shocked gasps to be heard from around the room, but Oriana was deaf to them.
Oriana felt her mouth water and her gums throb. God she wanted to rip into the smug chemistry teacher's throat and feel his warm blood stain her hands and face. She wanted to hear him scream as she clawed and pulled and -
"Ori!" Stiles' voice broke through her red haze and pulled her through for the second time that morning. She allowed herself to be pulled by Stiles to her seat, ignoring the looks she was getting from the other students and Allison's own guilty face.
Oriana sat down, her spine rigid and her teeth clenched, as Stiles sat in the seat to her right.
"You okay?" He whispered. She nodded stiffly, her eyes trained on the smug smile on Harris's face as he started to pass out the test sheets.
They were both distracted when Scott entered the room and headed straight to Allison's desk in the front row.
"Allison?" He asked with an unfamiliar seriousness. Oriana watched Harris telling Scott to sit down n front of Stiles.
Scott nodded at them in greeting which the two returned and Oriana and Scott shared a knowing sympathetic smile as they could both tell that the other was feeling the full moon's effect growing.
"You have 45 minutes to complete the test." Harris started, gaining her attention. "25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book."
Oriana and Stiles simultaneously started to scribble their names on the cover of the booklet.
"However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher." He looked pointedly at Stiles who nervously looked at Oriana. She was able to spare him a genuine smile despite her growing anxiety.
"So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." Harris held up a stopwatch and promptly pressed the start button.
Oriana opened the booklet and attempted to read the first question, however, the words looked to be just groups of random letters with some question marks. She looked around to see if anyone else was as confused as she was, but everyone else was either reading or writing down their answers. Maybe it was just hers?
She looked down again, her pale green orbs scanning the open pages with confusion. Were the words moving? She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus.
A loud dry scrubbing sound almost made her jump. She looked over to see a boy two rows over using the eraser on his pencil to rub out an answer.
She tried focusing on her test again and this time was able to read the first question.
1. An increase in imports of consumer goods is most likely to have been caused by a:
A. fall in exchage rates
B. rise in household savings
C. rise in household income
D. fall in unemployment.
She glared at the question and quickly circled a random answer.
She looked to the second question when she heard a loud clicking. She winced in pain, the clicking irritating her sensitive ears, and sent the girl next to her a chilling look that immediately had her stop clicking her pen.
She suddenly felt a wave of anger and fatigue roll over her and her chest felt tighter. The words on her paper were now blurring and bouncing and spinning and shaking.
Her ears were abruptly clogged with the sounds of thumping heartbeats, pencil scribbles, vibrating phones, drumming fingers and the ticking clock.
She felt her breath coming heavier her hands grip on her pencil tightened until a loud snap rang out in the suddenly silent classroom.
Scott jumped up and with his backpack hurried towards the door, leaving the class to stare after him.
"Mr. McCall?" Harris called after him.
Oriana stood up, glad for the excuse to leave, and Stiles sprang up after her.
"Mr. Stilinski! Miss. Hale! Sit down right now or you'll both be in detention for a month!"
Before they exited Oriana turned to face the angry teacher.
"Unless you want to see my true colors I suggest you sit down and shut up." She spoke with such authority and command that Harris unthinkingly sat with a sliver of fear in his usually stone cold eyes.
She smirked to herself as she followed Stiles into the hall. Still got it, she chuckled to herself evilly.
They saw Scott's backpack abandoned in the middle of the deserted hallway and looked at eachother in dread.
"Can you smell him out?" Stiles whispered.
She shook her head reluctantly. "I don't have much control right now." She said apologetically.
Stiles touched her arm briefly in thoughtless comfort. She allowed herself to relish in the calming effect of his touch before she noticed that he had picked up Scott's bag and had his phone out. They heard a ringing start from down the hall. Scott's phone.
Greatly reminded of the night only a few days ago when they were running through for their lives through these very hallways, they quickly followed the ringing noise.
It led them to the locker room. Of course.
Stiles glanced at Oriana in concern, remembering the last time she was here. An image of hazel pleading eyes and an outstretched hand flashed through her mind before she shook them off and steeled herself.
Get a grip girl, this isn't your first full moon! She told herself. Now go get the pup.
With a determined nod to Stiles she entered the locker room first, just in case Scott decided he wanted to attack Stiles like he did during the last full moon. Why does everything wolf-y happen in the boys locker room? She asked herself.
Stiles followed closely behind the smaller girl, kicking himself for being so weak and human that she felt the need to protect him.
Hearing the running water she walked towards the shower block near the back of the locker room, both nervous to what they might find.
They exchanged relieved looks when they saw Scott standing shirtless under under a cold shower hose.
Scott turned off the water and turned to face them. "Guys, I can't -"
Stiles looked worried again. "What's happening? Are you changing?"
"No. No, I can't breathe."
Oriana watched Scott pant heavily, gasping for air and immediately knew what was happening.
Stiles slid Scott's bag from his shoulder and pulled out an inhaler from the front compartment. He held it out to Scott.
"Here, use this."
Scott looked at the inhaler doubtfully.
"Come on, do it." She encouraged.
Finally he took it from Stiles and brought it to his mouth.
Afterwards his heartbeat calmed a little and he looked more at ease but still confused. "I was having an asthma attack?"
"No, you were having a panic attack." Oriana told him leaning back into the tiled doorway.
Stiles nodded and pointed an agreeing finger in her direction. "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony." He sung halfheartedly. Oriana stifled a chuckle.
"How did you know to do that?" Scott asked them still panting slightly.
Stiles answered. "I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?"
Oriana simply nodded when they looked at her, as if to say 'what he said'.
"I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott told them with a pained face.
Stiles nodded as if he knew the feeling all too well. "Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it."
"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott groaned pulling his hair.
Oriana rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles chuckled a bit.
Scott gave him a dark look.
"That wasn't helpful." Stiles backtracked with a sigh. "Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."
"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Scott protested.
"It's the full moon." Oriana chimed in. They both looked at her. "It's been getting to me too. Look, it's just going to get worse as the day goes on. You're going to feel out of control, you'll be like another person and you won't even realize it. So just..." She sighed. "We've just got to try and get through the school day and easily as possible because it's going to get worse when night falls."
"Okay." Stiles nodded. "So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either."
"I think we need to do a lot more than lock him in his room." Oriana said.
"What, you mean because if he gets out, he'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles asked worriedly.
"No." Scott interrupted. "Because if I get out - I think I might kill someone."
Stiles eyes widened dramatically. "Okay. That sounds - " He pursed his lips before swinging his head around to look at Oriana.
"What about you? This isn't your first full moon right? But you said that it's been effecting you too so..."
She sighed heavily and rested her head backwards against the tiles. "I don't know. This is my first full moon without Derek in...a long time."
"Well what did you do when you were on your own?" Scott asked.
"I had no control at all. I'd find some abandoned warehouse or something and barricade myself in." She looked down. "I'd usually black out and wake up the next morning..."
Scott gulped loudly. "Did you ever...hurt anyone?".
She nodded shamefully, her eyes on her boots. "A couple of times. If I hadn't locked myself in right or if someone...wandered in. Once there wasn't anywhere to go so I just had to run into the woods and there were people camping..." She let in a shaky breath.
"But you didn't do it on purpose." Stiles stated firmly.
"No. I never remembered what I did during the full moon." She confided in them. "Sometimes I would just wake up and there'd be blood...and then came the missing person reports..."
"What about now?" Scott asked in a strangled voice. He was a little scared, and horrified but mostly he just wished that it wouldn't be that bad for him.
"Derek and Laura taught me how to control myself. I'm not as good as Derek is but I'm getting better." She told them proudly.
Stiles smiled at her and reached out to squeeze her hand. Scott looked between them with a small smirk.
"So anyway." Oriana continued, feeling much calmer and more like herself after Stiles had comforted her.
"I'll just try as hard as I can to stay in control and keep Scott calm." She told Stiles. "But if I get too bad i'll have to go wait it out at home. See if Derek's there, maybe."
The boys nodded in agreement.
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Kate Argent entered her brother's office to see him and two other hunters going over plans on a map at the large table in the middle of the room.
"So, what, another night of kicking through leaves in the woods?" She asked in a bored tone, carrying her rifle with her. The blonde sat on a stool next to the table.
Chris stood up straighter with a sigh. "I prefer to think of it as another night trying to keep innocent people from being killed." He said impatiently, annoyed with his younger sister's constant eagerness and trigger finger. Speaking of which, she smirked and lifted her rifle up to check the scope.
"A list which now includes my daughter." He finished.
"How do we know it won't try going after her again?" One of Chris's hunter friends, Thyhurst asked.
"It won't go after Allison." Kate said surely, looking down at her gun with promise.
"It won't have any target at all, not on a full moon." Chris told them all.
"How come?" Thyhurst asked.
"An Alpha is like any other werewolf on a full moon. It struggles under its sway, which means tonight is our best chance to catch it, when it's unfocused." He stabbed the end of a hunting knife at a spot on the map.
"Yeah, but what if it has a reason to stay focused?" Kate asked slyly.
Chris narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh, do you know something we don't?"
She opened her eyes wide with false innocence." I just don't like surprises. But you're the expert, so you tell me." She whispered condescendingly.
The other hunter, Ulrich asked her. "What about Derek?"
"He's smarter than that. He won't be out tonight. There's cops everywhere." She paused. "But his cousin...Oriana...she might not be as smart." She trailed off thoughtfully, hoping that the little Hale runt would be running around tonight creating a mess. It would be so easy then, for Kate to kill her; no questions asked by her brother who thought himself a better hunter then her, strict as hell when it came to the code.
"Derek just might have to come out of hiding to find her." She smirked at the thought of derek being there to witness her killing off his family once and for all.
Chris gave her a scalding look. He wasn't about to go chasing a sixteen year old girl through the woods without any proof that she'd hurt anybody. "And if either of them are out -"
"If they are - "
The hunters all looked toward the door at the voice that had interrupted their leader. In the doorway stood the perfect picture of a sweet innocent housewife; Wearing a pale lavender blouse, black slacks and low heals, with natural looking light makeup and cropped red hair and holding a plate of freshly baked cookies. The only thing souring the image was her cold expression, sinister eyes and matching voice.
"You find them, you kill them, you cut them in half." Her voice rapidly relaxed into a softer tone. "Anybody want a cookie?" She smirked.
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"Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." Stiles asked Scott excitedly as they exited the locker room in their lacrosse gear. He couldn't wait to tell Oriana that he was first line.
"What's the point?" Scott asked unenthusiastically. He was starting to feel a little numb to everything. He knew it was the effect of the full moon and he was trying to fight it but it was so hard. Plus this emotional limbo he was entering right now felt a hell of a lot better then what he was feeling earlier when Allison was refusing to talk to him.
"It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there." He continued.
Stiles stopped him with a disbelieving look, as if smelling emotions was crossing the supernatural 'line' a little too much. "Wait, you smell jealousy?"
"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten." Scott explained.
Stiles eyes widened and he could imagine a light blub flick on above his head. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" He asked casually looking down the hallway.
"What do you mean desire?"
"Like sexual desire?" Stiles shrugged as if he was talking about something completely normal, something that was the opposite of this conversation.
"Sexual desire?" The teen wolf asked dully, not really in the mood to tease his friend properly.
"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arrrrousal." He told his dispassionate friend, passionately as he glanced down the hall to where a certain beautiful girl was waiting.
Scott followed his eyes and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "From Lydia?"
"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"
"From Lydia to you?"
"Fine, yes, from Lydia to me." Stiles sighed angrily. "Look, remember when I told you that I like Oriana but I that I like Lydia too and that it's giving me huge internal struggles and emotional pain?! I just..." He sighed again looking back towards where Lydia was standing laughing with her friend.
He used to think that Lydia was the most beautiful girl in the world and now he wasn't so sure. But he couldn't just give up on her. Not when he'd invested so much time and thoughts and emotions in the redhead. Especially not when he wasn't even sure on where he stood with Oriana.
"I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? Once and for all. I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade. I need to know before I even think about anything happening between me and Oriana or else I'll always wonder 'what if', ya'know? And Oriana deserves more then that." Stiles finished with yet another sigh.
"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott asked, not as touched as he usually would be by his friend's emotional words.
"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out."
Scott studied his friend for a few seconds before giving a lackluster nod. He wasn't sure if he was doing it to help his friend or to shut him up. Probably a bit of both.
"Fine."
Stiles watched, with an giddy grin, his best friend walk towards the redheaded beauty.
"We - I love you. I love you." Stiles called after him. "You're my best friend in the whole world."
He watched from a safe distance as Scott interrupted Lydia's conversation with her friend.
"Hey, Lydia? Can we talk for a second?"
"Of course." She smiled that gorgeous smile and lead Scott out of sight.
Stiles gave himself a mini fist pump.
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Stiles spotted a familiar head of black silky curls in the hallway as he was on his way to the lacrosse field.
"Hey! Ori, hey!" Stiles started jumping up and down waving his arms around. "Oriana!"
He ignored the looks he was getting from his fellow classmates, choosing to focus on Oriana's amused smile as she stopped to wait for him to catch up to her.
"How much adderall have you had today?" She asked with, dare he say, affection.
"I made first line!" He shouted when he finally came to a stop in front of her. Her reaction was better then he could have wished for.
Her eyes widened in disbelief and excitement and she practically launched herself at him. He swung her around as her arms clung tightly around her neck.
"That's amazing." She laughed into his neck, causing a delightful shiver to run down his spine. He put her down before he could get even more excited for a whole other reason that was not appropriate in public.
"I know right! But just so you know." He warned. "I am now Biles. Biles Bilinski."
She tilted her head and squinted her green eyes before nodding, she decided to humor him. "Sure. I always thought the letter 'S' was overrated anyway."
He laughed. "Coach wrote my name down as Bilinski and I wan't about to correct him after he put me on first line so - "
"Bilinski you will be." Oriana finished with a proud smile.
"I told you you'd like star wars!" He shouted again.
"Yeah, yeah." She waved him off. "You'd better go, practice will be starting soon and I need to stop by my locker real quick so I'll meet you there." She ordered.
He chuckled and nodded, secretly finding her playful bossiness rather endearing. He went to turn the other way to continue on his route to practice when he was stopped by Oriana's hand on his bicep.
He looked back in time for Oriana to lean up and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I'm proud of you Bilinski." She smiled so openly, so sincerely that it made his heart hurt. It was the kind of smile that made her eyes smile too. It was a special and rare smile. It was his smile.
Well, damn. He thought. What do I do now?
He could only watch, spellbound, as Oriana walked off to find her locker.
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Oriana got to the field just before practice started. She saw Scott sit next to Stiles on the bench and decided to leave them to it, and found a seat to the back corner of the bleachers. There weren't many people there to watch but those that were gave her a wide berth. It was nothing she wasn't used to. What did give her a pang of hurt though was when Lydia looked over at her before looking away just as quickly and pretending that she never even saw her.
"Hey. What happened?"
She looked over to the boys when she heard Stiles talking to Scott excitedly.
"What?" Scott asked dumbly.
"What do you mean, what?" He asked Scott impatiently but still practically squirming in his seat. "Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"
Oriana's lips twitched into a confused but endeared smile. Hadn't she made it obvious that she liked Stiles? She'd finally given into the fact last Wednesday during the alpha attack at the school. Sure she hadn't mentioned their kisses but neither had Stiles. And they certainly didn't act like they were just friends. He'd seen her in a tiny thin towel straight after showering for christsake. She knew she wasn't good at expressing her emotions or sharing her feelings but she thought that all the flirting and those kisses had made it fairly obvious that she did indeed have feelings for her twitchy human housemate.
"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you." Scott replied unhurriedly as he did up the straps on his elbow pads. His voice was different then usual...wait.
Oriana frowned. What the hell...? She hadn't seen Scott since lunch, much less talked to him. What was he...
"In fact, Lydia's totally into you."
She felt her throat close as Stiles let out a happy noise and raised his arms above his head in victory.
She felt the all too familiar tickle in her nose and eyes and started blinking rapidly to stop herself.
Lydia. They had been talking about Lydia. Not her. Of course, not her. Stiles had been in love with the pompous redhead for years, she knew that. She must have forgotten about it or assumed along the way that his feeling for Lydia had gone and he had developed feelings for her instead. But he obviously didn't feel anything for her. If he did why was he still obsessing over Lydia and acting like a kid with candy when he was told that she liked him back? Of course he didn't feel the same way she did, that's why he hadn't said anything about their kisses, or why he still hadn't made a move. He was simply too nice to reject her outright so he was acting as if it had never happened. And while she knew that he was attracted to her that didn't mean that he felt any emotional attachments to her. He was a horny, nerdy teenage boy and she was a hot teenage girl. Obviously he would be attracted, at least a little.
Why was she so stupid? She knew from the moment she met him that he was in love with Lydia and yet she still let herself be charmed by his adorable smile and whisky colored eyes and his - NO. She wouldn't do this. She was Oriana Hale. She was not going to be that girl. The one that got upset and cried when she finds out that her crush didn't like her back. Talk about teenage angst. Well, she was above that. She'd been through worse. Much worse. This was not going to break her. Stiles was not going to break her.
She suddenly felt a thick fog of anger, betrayal and self-loathing surround her, encompassing her, dragging her deeper and deeper until swiftly she was catapulted up and out of the fog. Up and up until she was surrounded by nothing. Just suspended in the air; not tethered to anything, and nothing pulling her down. There was nothing anchoring her anymore. There was nothing.
Oriana watched Scott and Stiles line up with the other lacrosse players, waiting to take their turn at scoring a ball.
She watched with an eerie sense of detachment. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other and her hands resting on the bench eitherside of her legs, her back was perfectly straight but she looked calm and collected, as if posed. Her face was clear of all emotion. Her eyes, however, were strangely alert for such a laidback appearance. Her pale green eyes were cold as stone but looked quite menacing as she watched lacrosse members run around the field. She looked like a cat watching it's prey.
The full moon had taken over her as much as it had Scott, she could now tell. The difference was however, that while she felt a sense of detachment and a loss of humanity , she was still in her right mind. Mostly. She wasn't about to rip any throats out but she no longer had an anchor to her humanity. No, she wasn't going to purposely harm anyone but if a situation arose where she had to sacrifice a few people she wouldn't feel bad about it. It was like she was currently sharing her mind and body with her wolf, neither one dominant over the other.
Her aura must have exuded danger, as the students that were closer to her on the bleachers unconsciously started shifting away from her presence.
She watched as Scott was pushed to the ground when attempting to make a run for the goal.
"Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall." Coach snickered at Scott who simply rolled back and kicked his legs out to agiley get back on his feet.
"Who's next? Let's go. You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"
Oriana narrowed her eyes on the boy in question.
"What? Yeah, no." Stiles stuttered, watching his best friend carefully.
"All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go!"
Before Stiles could step out of line Scott was there to block hi with his lacrosse stick.
"That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Coach called as Scott stepped up to try again.
Oriana watched unflinchingly as Scott knocked down the defensive players and then Danny who was in goal. She knew what he was seeing right now; Red.
She didn't move to help but stayed seated and merely watched.
Stiles looked back at the bleachers to give her a 'what the hell?' look which she simply ignored, ker eyed trained on her fellow wolf.
"Dude, what the hell are you doin'?" Stiles ran up to Scott while the rst of the team surrounded Danny who lay on the ground with a bloody mouth.
"He's twice the size of me." Scott argued.
They watched as a paramedic rushed over.
"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you." Stiles told him, watching for his reaction.
"I don't care." Scott scoffed and started toward the bleachers.
Oriana stayed seated watching Jackson question Lydia about her smeared lipstick with an accusing stare. She had to admit she smirked slightly at Stiles' face when he overheard this too.
Oriana stood to greet Scott when he finally made it back to the bleachers. They looked at eachother for a tense moment, both recognizing the newfound animalistic personalities in the other.
Their wolves seemed to get along as neither felt threatened or the need to attack.
They shared an eerie smirk and walked off of the field together, leaving a confused and hurt Stiles behind.
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Kate let out a laugh and clapped enthusiastically as her niece used a taser gun to hit 'Mr. Bear' right in the middle of the chest. "See, now, that's what I'm talkin' about. See, if you would have had that the other night, you would have just - "
She looked over to see Allison standing by her bed looking upset.
"- whoa, wait a minute. I thought you wanted to learn how to do this, sweetie."
Allison sighed and sat on her bed, her eyes watering. "I just don't know what happened."
"With Scott? Aw." Kate hugged Allison's shoulders. "Listen, my gorgeous, young niece, you're gonna break hearts left and right, okay? And he was lucky to have gotten the tiny, little taste of Allison Argent's world that he got."
Allison was crying now. "But it just - It felt so right with him. And then he just started acting so strange, and now I don't know what to believe."
"Well, sweetie, he's a guy. You can't believe anything." Kate smiled humorously.
Allison sighed loudly and started rambling "It's just the whole thing with Derek Hale the other night - and Scott saying he didn't know him, but I saw them together, and he's best friends with Oriana - "
Kate's demeanor shifted instantly, scaring Allison a little. "Whoa, hold on. Wait, back up. Scott knows Derek? Alleged killer Derek?"
Allison looked down, cursing herself in her head.
"Are they friends?"
"No." Allison answered, strongly resembling a toddler in trouble. "Not really. I mean, at least that's what he said."
"What about Oriana? You said he's best friends with her?"
Allison nodded mutely.
"So he must know Derek. How about you tell me everything that Scott said about the Hale cousins."
"What do you mean by everything?" Allison asked sitting forward slightly.
Kate pulled her back into her side firmly "I mean everything." She demanded, her fun aunt act disappeared.
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Oriana sat against the headboard of Scott's bed while Scott sat in a green armchair beside it. They sat in silence in the dark while they listened to Stiles talk to .
Finally Stiles entered the room and turned the lights on. He jumped when he saw them watching him with similar creepy empty expressions.
"Oh, my God! Dude. You guys scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet." Stiles told Scott but was glancing between the two, specifically at Oriana on Scott's bed, with suspicion.
"We came in through the window." Scott said.
"Okay." Stiles gulped uncomfortably at the use of the word 'we' when in referral to Oriana and Scott. Together. He threw the duffle bag he was carrying down with anger.
"Oriana where the hell have you been? I was worried when you didn't meet me at my jeep after school."
"I was helping Scott." She answered without her usual snarkiness or even the soft tone she was using more and more with him. She didn't sound anything like he'd heard before, even when she first came to Beacon Hills and hated them. She sounded so...emotionless.
He nodded uneasily and bent down to unzip the duffel bag. "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."
"I'm fine." Scott interrupted in his monotone voice. Stiles looked up at him.
"I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."
"You sure about that? 'Cause you've both got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles rambled on, knowing they could both hear the spike of fear in his voice and heart beat. What really scared him was that neither of them seemed to take much notice of the fact that they were scaring him.
"We're fine. I've been working with Scott all day, Stiles. He's stable as long as nothing causes him to get a sudden rush of emotions." She looked at him pointedly. "You should go now."
Stiles looked around unsurely before ultimately agreeing. "All right, I'll leave." He went to re-zip the bag but hesitated. "Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" He asked Scott hopefully.
Scott shared a long look with Oriana , which Stiles wasn't too happy with, before rising from his seat slowly. Stiles moved back slightly. Scott watched Stiles with predatory eyes and he stepped slowly closer and finally knelt down opposite Stiles to look in the bag.
Scott reached in to pull a long set of thick heavy chains out of the bag. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"
"Actually, no."
With surprising speed for a human Stiles lunged forward and grabbed Scott's wrist. He managed to handcuff Scott to the radiator under the window before Scott or Oriana could protest.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Scott roared at Stiles who had quickly moved away and was now standing by the door panting.
Oriana still hadn't moved from her spot on Scott's bed, her intelligent eyes always observing.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback - "
"For making out with Lydia?" Oriana asked lowly.
Stiles looked at her in shock and regret, realizing what he was about to say infront of her. He didn't want to risk hurting her by rubbing his feeling for another girl in her face, just incase she did for some reason feel something for him. He just -
"Wait. You knew?" Stiles asked with wide eyes.
"That Scott kissed he or that you asked him to see if she liked you?"
Stiles choked. "I didn't - I mean I - " He didn't know what to say.
She raised a single eyebrow in question. Her trademark action didn't hold it's usual appeal when her face was marred with that serial killer look.
Stiles glanced at Scott who was still struggling against his cuffs.
"You shouldn't have done that." Oriana told him, seeing him look at Scott.
Stiles looked at her in question.
"I told you he would be fine as long as his emotions were kept steady. And now he's pissed." She smirked cruelly. "You might want to leave before he breaks loose."
Stiles did leave. But just to go downstairs and fetch a drink. When he returned Oriana wasn't in the room anymore. He wanted to ask Scott where she'd gone but knew he wouldn't get a straight answer and honestly he wouldn't know what to say to her right now anyway.
"I brought you some water." Stiles told his friend holding up a bottle.
His sincere face turned into a mirthful smirk as he pulled a dog bowl from behind his back with Scott's name written on it. Scott did not look impressed. He poured some water into the bowl and put it as close to Scott on the floor as he'd dare before leaving the room.
Scott threw the bowl at his retreating back and screamed. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Stiles paused in the doorway for a second before he exploded. He turned around to stalk back over to Scott.
"You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the girl that I - and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."
"Oriana kissed me too." Scott said lowly.
Stiles stopped in his tracks. "What?" He asked, his voice full of hurt.
"And I didn't kiss them. They kissed me." He smirked cruelly. Stiles scoffed and walked back into the hallway to sit down against the wall.
"And they would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way Oriana had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"
Stiles ran his hands over his head and let out a shaky sigh. He didn't know what to do. His best friend had kissed the girl he liked. Both of them. He felt like such an idiot for going on about how conflicted he felt and how he felt pulled in both directions by two different amazing girls. Only to have his best friend kiss them both. And not only had his best friend kissed both of the girls he liked but they had kissed him back.
He knew he shouldn't have asked Scott to talk to Lydia in the first place. Maybe if he hadn't none of this would have happened and he wouldn't feel like this right now. But then again how was he supposed to know what Scott would do? He chuckled humorlessly to himself. Scott probably didn't even mention his name to Lydia.
And then there was Oriana. If he had ever had a chance with her it was surely gone now. Not only had she kissed his best friend but she knew that Stiles had asked Scott to ask if Lydia liked him. If Oriana had ever actually liked him she was probably getting a whole lot of mixed messages.
He sighed. Honestly It hurt more finding out that Scott had kissed Oriana then Lydia, surprisingly. Considering he'd been obsessed with Lydia way longer then Oriana he'd have thought that that betrayal would have hurt more. However, It was the fact that Scott had kissed Oriana that was making his eyes and heart sting right now.
Maybe he wasn't really upset about the Lydia thing but more of the principle. Maybe he was more upset about the fact that Scott had kissed Lydia, because he thought he loved for for over a decade and yet Scott had achieved more then he ever had with her.
Stiles remembered how it felt earlier when Scott had told him that Lydia did in fact like him. He was so happy and relieved. Was it really that he was happy that she returned his feelings, thus, opening the possibility of an actual relationship with her... Or was he happy because it was the words he'd spent ten years waiting for? Had his feelings for Lydia faded and gone and he was just momentarily happy that those years weren't all for nothing? Was he just happy to not be rejected again? Was it just the idea that the most popular girl in school actually liked him? Was he just flattered?
"What are you doing?"
His head snapped up to see Oriana walking down the hallway towards him with those creepy eyes.
"Uh...just...Where did you go?"
"I went to try and call Derek."
He nodded in understanding.
He wanted to ask her why she had kissed Scott but he was a little scared of her right now and wasn't about to aggravate her more then he had already today.
"Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Scott spoke softly from inside his room, in a very convincing manor.
Stiles wrung his hands in a desperate attempt of distracting himself from his friend's words. Oriana watched his reactions closely.
"Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know - That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."
Stiles took a breath and replied in a murder he knew Scott could hear. "I can't."
There was a pause.
"No, no, no!"
They heard grunting, the handcuffs rattling and screaming.
Stiles made a move to get up but Oriana stopped him.
"Don't."
He looked up at her with lost eyes. Suddenly the noise stopped.
Stiles looked at the closed door and called out softly. "Scott, are you okay? Scott?"
Oriana watched Stiles open the door, knowing what he'd find. Or rather what he wouldn't.
"Scott?!"
Stiles raced back out of the empty room. "He's gone!"
"I know."
"You know?!"
"Yes."
Stiles groaned loudly and ran down the stairs and out of the door to his jeep. Oriana walked after him at a leisurely pace, making sure to close the front door behind her.
Stiles was waiting impatiently in his car or her. "Are you coming or not?!" He yelled through the open window.
"Not." She replied, heading in the direction of the nearby woods.
"Not?!" Stiles called after her.
"He's in the woods." She told him in a 'duh' kind of way. "I'm going into the woods."
"Oh. Well, o - okay. You go into the woods to look for him. I'll just drive arou - you're gone."
Stiles hits his steering wheel and turns the engine on. "You guys are gonna make me go prematurly grey." He muttered as he drove off.
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Oriana flew through the trees on all fours, loving the feel of the wind in her silvery pelt. She followed Scott's scent, eventually coming to a stop in the parking lot of the mall. She carefully weaved around cars making sure not to run into anyone. She didn't need the locals crying wolf.
She caught sight of a familiar figure perched on top of a car near the back of the lot. She made a small yipping noise to try and gain his attention but it was focusing hard on something nearby. She looked in the direction he was facing and saw the headlights of a silver car at the back of the lot.
Just then Scott leaped from one car roof to another and finally landed on the silver car. Whoever was inside, Jackson and Allison she could smell now, made frightened noises. Oriana started to run over when she saw Scott's clawed hand reared up and was about to crash down into the roof of the car when another dark figure tackled him down and into the woods behind the parked car.
She hurried after them, prepared to attack the mysterious figure, until she recognized his scent.
Oriana sat down and watched Derek and Scott fight. Scott was doing a pretty good job but ultimately Derek won. He slammed Scott down onto his back on the forest floor and let out a loud roar in the teens face.
Derek changed back into his human form and watched Scott's golden eyes clear up as he took control of himself, and Oriana immediately shifted back into her human form at the sound of her cousin's roar. Her eyes too, were cleared up.
Scott looked down at his clawed hands with confusion, probably unable to recall the past few hours right now, but knowing that it had something to do with the full moon. "What's happening to me?" He asked them helplessly.
"Exactly what he wants to happen." Derek told him.
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Derek and Oriana helped Scott into his room and sat him down on his bed.
"Thanks." He murmured in exhaustion. Derek nodded slightly and went to leave.
"Wait." Derek paused in the doorway and turned to look at the younger boy, waiting for him to speak.
"I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?"
Oriana shrugged negativley, she'd never heard of one. She looked at her cousin.
Derek thought for a moment before answering "For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one. I don't know if it's true."
"Well, what is it?" Scott asked impatiently.
"You have to kill the one that bit you."
Scott looked at him in disbelief. "Kill the Alpha?"
Derek stepped closer and gave Scott a determined look "Scott. If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."
After a pregnant pause Scott nodded in agreement.
Derek left the room quickly. Oriana went to follow, not wanting her cousin to run away without answering some of her questions.
"Uh...Oriana?"
She looked back at Scott who was looking at her sheepishly.
"Yeah?"
"Uh...thanks for today, you know with helping me and all."
She nodded and waited for him to continue, as he obviously had more to say.
"You should probably know...before you go back to Stiles' house...I told him that I kissed you."
She stared at him in confusion. "What?"
His cheeks pinkened. "It was during the full moon. I was angry that he chained me to the radiator and I just..." He exhaled heavily. "Wanted to hurt him."
She scoffed. "Why would you kissing me hurt Stiles' feelings?" She asked bitterly remembering Stiles' reaction to Lydia's confessed - fake or not - feelings earlier that day.
"Because he likes you."
She snorted.
"He does." He insisted. "He's just confused because he thought he was in love with Lydia but he really likes you too. Please just...don't be mad at him. And let him know that I didn't kiss you. Please." His big puppy dog eyes pleaded until she reluctantly agreed just to shut him up.
By the time she'd gotten outside Derek was gone. She sighed heavily and began to walk back to the Stilinski house.
At least she knew he was alive and okay. She'd figure the rest out tomorrow, after a good nights sleep.
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