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So, last chapter I asked you guys to vote whether or not you think Oriana should be kidnapped by Kate in this chapter or not, aaaannndddd…..
….the fans have decided that Oriana …(drum roll)….. you'll have read to find out (evil Mr. Burns laugh)
Chapter 14 – Co-Captain
"Where is he?"
"He'll be in the locker room now." Derek supplied when Oriana ignored his question.
"This way." She muttered under her breath, leading the men down the hallway.
"I remember." Peter told her with a sly grin, obviously referring to the night he attacked her, her friends and the janitor in said room.
She bared her teeth at him.
He gave a small amused chuckle before taking the lead once more, the younger Hales falling in step behind him.
"I don't know why you're still fighting me, Oriana." Peter mused as he walked at a leisurely pace. "Surely you share my need for vengeance. You were there the night of the fire. You know exactly who's responsible for all this."
"Yeah. You."
He halted in his tracks forcing the younger Hales to do the same. He turned to face her with earie slowness and a dark look.
"Say again?" He demanded lowly, the previous arrogant lightness to this tone gone in an instant.
Oriana remembered, that Peter had always been an intimidating man. While he was not that tall and wasn't particularly mean looking, he had a large presence and his natural arrogance and loftiness gave him the gift of making those around him feel small and inferior. All this, plus his wolfitude and the fact that, she was pretty sure, he was severely bipolar didn't help his case.
Still, she too was a Hale and therefore bred with a short temper and an (admittedly) unhealthy mix of stubbornness and pride. So she felt justified in blaming what she would do next on the family gene.
"I said you. You're responsible for all of this." She replied with a steely tone and cold eyes. She didn't back down under his cool glare and close proximity.
Despite the feeling of Derek's worried and warning eyes on her back, she took a small step closer, looking her father dead in the eye as she continued. Hopefully she could buy Scott some time and he would be gone before their little group got to the locker rooms.
"If it wasn't for your manipulative nose sticking in where it doesn't belong, Paige would still be alive."
She felt and heard Derek simultaneously stiffen and sharply inhale at her words. She'd never once spoken Paige's name in his presence. He probably didn't even know that she knew about her. The whole Paige debacle had occurred shortly before Oriana had arrived at the Hale house, but even then she had keen ears and soft footfalls; she knew how to sneak around undetected. What she hadn't figured out herself as a pup, Laura had told her.
She dismissed Peter's darkening look and continued, "And if Paige was still alive Derek wouldn't have been with Kate. See where I'm going with this?" She smiled mockingly.
"And of course there's still the unresolved matter of Laura's murder." She finally gritted out from between clenched teeth, her icy green eyes narrowing dangerously.
"So, yeah, I want vengeance. From the one truly responsible."
All was silent.
Oriana was expecting Peter to tear out her throat right there and then. But instead his lips suddenly quirked up at the side and after a moment he started laughing.
The younger Hales watched with caution and wariness as he laughed.
"You," He wagged a finger at her as he laughed. "You're adorable. You really are. You get that from me."
He finally stopped laughing but kept a small amused smile. "But your brains…you get from your mother."
She sneered at the comparison to the heinous woman that had birthed her.
"It sounded like," He gave an exaggerated confused look. "you're blaming me for the fire. For the fire that killed our family. The one that the Argent's started. It sounded like you don't want to go after Kate after all."
"Oh no, I want Kate Argent's head on a stick. A burning stick." She argued calmly. "Preferably along with the rest of her limbs. We can make bring some tools, get inventive, make a day of it."
He grinned manically at her suggestions.
"But then I want you dead too." She told him impassionedly, as if as an afterthought.
To her surprise his grin seemed to widen. "You are my daughter." He nodded to himself, as if he had doubted it before, and swiftly returned on his path towards the locker rooms.
Oriana gave herself a disgusted snort at the sharp stab of pain that flared in her heart. What she wouldn't have gave to hear those very words seven years ago when she had arrived on his front porch. With a completely different meaning, of course, but those same words nonetheless. Or any words now that she thought about it. He had spoken to her more since she'd come back to Beacon Hills then he ever had when she was living with him. Now he was, finally, admitting their relation. Now it was too little too late.
She hated Peter. She hated him for all that he had done, to her, to Derek, to Laura. And she hated how he always managed to disappoint her and make her feel so low. But most of all she hated him because she'd always thought that she was undeserving of the unconditional love and affection that only a parent could give, and he had proven her theory right.
She'd always wanted that love and when her mother was an obvious dead end, she looked to her father who, also wasn't up for the task. So it must be her, she'd thought, she must not have been deserving enough, good enough, worthy enough. Now though, she could see that it wasn't her fault that her parents didn't love her. They were just screwed up maniacs, neither having the capacity to love, and she was just the lucky duck that was the offspring of the two. It was, however, their fault for making her a copy of the two; Violent, ill-tempered, slightly crazy and emotionally lacking. So, yes, she hated Peter and her mother for making her.
"Hey."
She started and looked up at her cousin's concerned face wildly.
"You shouldn't try and provoke him. He's an alpha, a strong one at that. We can't fight him and win. And if we try he'll kill us." He spoke gravely. "And Scott, and Stiles." She shook her head in objection but he interrupted, "For now, we need to work with him. We need to do as he says. To protect them."
She looked into his pale eyes, almost identical to her own and nodded determinedly.
"Okay. For now." She told him. "Until when?"
"I don't know."
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Oriana stood beside Derek in the back of the locker room, in the shower room. There were only a couple of players still there, including Scott. Of course he was still there, her earlier row with Peter to keep him busy obviously a waste of time. Luckily Stiles wasn't there yet.
"By the way, McCall - Apology accepted." She heard Danny say.
"I didn't apologize."
"Every time you got the ball tonight, you passed it to me."
"Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored." Scott rationalized, badly.
"Apology accepted."
Once Danny had followed the rest of the remaining players out of the door Peter gave her the que to turn off the lights. She did so with an eye roll. Was there really any need for such dramatics?
"Danny?" Scott called quietly.
They heard him walk closer and Derek kicked the lacrosse ball gently out of the shower room. They heard Scott's heart rate spike.
Eventually Scott rounded the corner slowly covered only by a towel around the waist. Huh, she thought as she took in his abs and muscled arms, puppy's all grown up. Well done Allison.
"What the hell –" He jumped when he saw them standing in the shadows.
"Thank God!" He cried in relief and started towards them, unaware of the danger approaching from around the corner. "Where the hell have you guys been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"
Oriana felt guilty as Scott looked at them with relief and concern. She wanted to tell him to run, to help him fight his way out. But she couldn't do that because it would be worse in the long run.
Derek, obviously feeling a little guilty too, looked Scott dead in the eye before flicking his eyes over the teens shoulder in warning. Scott turned to look.
Peter emerged from around the corner of a shower cubicle, looking intensely down at a lacrosse stick in his hands.
"I really don't get Lacrosse."
Scott gaped at the man. The man who he had seen only a few weeks ago sitting in a wheelchair in hospital with a severely burned face.
"It was you –" He whispered.
"When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport." Peter continued in his eerily calm way.
Scott's big brown eyes flicked over to Oriana, who stood stiffly beside her cousin with her arms crossed and face void of emotion, much like Derek's. He looked down in horror as the realisation of what was happening was dropped onto him like an anvil.
"Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict." Peter swung the lacrosse stick around with a thinking face. "I have that right? Hm. I have l little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it." He told the teen wolf, finally discarding his prop.
"I'm not helping you kill people." Scott told him firmly.
"Well, I don't want to kill all of them." Peter reasoned, ignoring Scott's glare. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include –" He paused as if he'd forgotten the name. He looked over at Derek and Oriana as if for help.
"Allison." Oriana offered monotonously.
Scott looked at her disbelievingly, his eyes flickering between the two leather clad statues.
"You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"
"It was a mistake." Derek told him, his monotone voice matching his cousins.
"What?" Scott cried desperately.
Derek looked at him firmly and with a little warning. "It happens." He held eye contact for a few seconds trying to give him a silent message Scott didn't get.
"Scott - I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential." Peter told him.
"By killing my friends." Scott glared at him.
"Sometimes the people closest to you - can be the ones holding you back the most."
"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that."
Oriana bit the inside of her cheek to avoid smiling.
Peter walked closer, his eyes on Scott. The brown eyed boy took a cautious step back and looked back at Oriana and Derek for help.
The pair just stared impassively.
"Maybe - you could try and see things –" Peter looked down at his hand as his claws slowly grew out, "from my perspective."
Before Oriana could blink Peter had his claws buried deeply into the back of Scott's neck. Oriana moved to step forward but Derek grasped her arm tightly keeping her where she was.
They watched as Scott fell to the floor, holding the back of his neck, his eyes wide, amber as they stared at something far away.
Peter exited the locker room.
"What the hell was that?" She hissed at Derek under her breath, watching her friend writhe on the floor in pain.
"He gave Scott his memories." Derek whispered lowly, his eyes on Scott. "Come on. He'll be fine," He interrupted her before she could protest. "We've got to go."
He exited after Peter. She looked at Scott again before groaning in defeat and following her cousin quickly.
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Oriana didn't go back to the Stilinski's that night. She didn't want to deal with the boy's questions just yet. Plus, Derek convinced her that in order for Peter to trust them and not go after Scott and Stiles then she had to at least pretend to be on team Hale. Instead, she sent a short message to Stiles telling him to cover for her by telling John that she was sleeping over at Lydia's, and she went home with Derek while Peter went god knows where. And then she ignored the calls, texts, emails and skype calls from Scott and Stiles.
The next day Derek disappeared to meet up with Peter or something and wanted her to stay out of it so he left before she woke up. She was saved from a Saturday of boredom by Lydia. The redhead pretty much told her that they were going shopping that day.
Lydia had failed to mention, however, that they wouldn't be alone. Allison was leaning against Lydia's car looking just as shocked as she was when she pulled up outside of Lydia's house.
"What's she doing here?" She heard Allison whisper to Lydia. She went ignored, though as Lydia gave Oriana a big smile and a short hug.
"You look…" Lydia looked Oriana's outfit up and down with a forced smile. "Nice."
Oriana snorted. She was wearing black skinny jeans, knee-high lace up boots and a tight long sleeved, grey sweater with a deep V that was pulled together with a criss-cross pattern. Her hair was down in its usual jet black curly mane and she only wore a peach tinted lip gloss for make-up.
"We're going to the mall." Oriana argued looking over Lydia's own outfit that consisted of thick black tights, a short dark floral patterned dress with a deep V and a simple black blazer minimally buttoned to show off her cleavage in the short dress, and of course, high heels. Lydia looked ready for a fancy date or a party, not browsing the mall.
"Yeah." Lydia told her obviously, tilting her head to make her strawberry curls fall around her shoulder.
Oriana shook her head and finally looked over at Allison. The brunette had dressed comfortably, like herself. She wore black leggings, black riding boots and a long navy and white striped shirt under her leather jacket.
"Hi." Oriana greeted uncomfortably. She could practically smell the anxiety on her ex-friend.
Allison responded with a small forced smile.
"You know," Oriana started. "Actually, I have a lot of homework to do so why don't you guys go ahead and I'll take a rain check, okay?" She told them slowly backing towards her car.
"Oh no you don't, missy." Lydia caught her by the arm and pulled her back.
"You don't have to do that." Allison told her with a guilty look.
"It's fine." Oriana assured. Honestly she didn't want to be around the Argent girl right now, anyway. Sure she missed the brunette's company (though she'd never tell her that), and was slightly saddened when she had completely cut her out of her life when she used to insist on being the raven haired girl's best friend. But really, with everything going on with Peter and Kate, Oriana wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to spend time with baby Argent. Plus, if Peter knew she was hanging out with Allison like they were friends he would probably get mad. Very mad. He'd probably expect her to kill Allison right now or at cause some harm to her. And Oriana didn't want to do that, but she knew that if it would stop Peter from hurting Stiles she would. Peter had already played the Stiles card last night to get her to leave the hospital with him and Derek.
"No it's not." Lydia spoke firmly. "We are all going to the mall and we are not going to stop until we drop."
Oriana sighed. "I don't need anything from the mall."
"Winter formal is coming up; you can look for a dress." Lydia said, not giving her the opportunity to back out.
"I'm not going to that." She laughed.
Allison, she saw from the corner of her eye, bit her lip to keep from laughing too.
"Yes you are." Lydia told her firmly.
"No I'm not. Do I look like the kind of girl who goes to school dances?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You do now. Does your date know you plan on standing him up?"
"Date?" She snorted. "I don't have a date. I didn't even know there was a dance until just now."
"What about Stiles?" Allison asked almost shyly, still looking slightly uneasy.
"What about Stiles?"
"He's your date, right?" Lydia asked.
"No!" Oriana almost shouted. "I told you I don't have a date because I'm not going."
"What if Stiles asked you?" Allison asked.
"Asked me what?"
Lydia and Allison groaned in unison. "To the formal."
Oriana shrugged. "I – " She paused. She didn't know. What would she do if Stiles asked her to the dance? He wouldn't would he? Surely he knew she wouldn't want to go to a stupid dance. But what if he did…
"He wouldn't." She argued weakly, because she wasn't totally sure that he wouldn't.
"Well let's get you a dress to wear just in case, kay?" Lydia said compromisingly. Or, rather, in a seemingly compromising tone, because let's face it Lydia was telling her to get in the car and go get a dress.
Oriana sighed heavily and retrieved her leather jacket from her car and locked it up, trudging to the backseat of Lydia's car.
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"Allison - When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping - a five - mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting."
Lydia panted as she took quick short steps through the leaves and dirt on the forest floor as she followed Allison's long legged stride.
Oriana's wolfy senses had started tingling as soon as Allison had asked Lydia to take a detour to the preserve. And then when she'd pulled the large duffel bag from the back of Lydia's car. Also, that fact that she'd lead them five miles into the woods didn't help settle Oriana's nerves.
Oriana walked behind Lydia, keeping her distance from Allison and being extremely vigilant about her surroundings, looking for the slightest hint of another presence in the woods with them, in case Allison was leading her into an ambush.
"Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something." Allison spoke with a smug lilt in her voice. "Jackson asked me to the winter formal."
Oriana watched as Lydia paused in her step briefly.
"Did he?" Lydia asked with forced casualness.
"Yeah. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first." Allison replied, the smug satisfaction rolling off her in waves. Oriana looked at the brunette's back with narrowed eyes. What was she doing?
"Sure. As long as it's just friends." Lydia said after hesitating a second, with badly concealed jealousy and a small amount of hurt.
Oriana was tempted to step in and ask Allison what she was doing. After all, Lydia was her only friend here and she had seen the girl after Jackass's breakup text. She wasn't about to let Allison make her feel worse for whatever game she was playing. Oriana almost didn't recognise the tall brunette who was leading them through the woods. She was so far from the timid, sweet girl from their first day at Beacon Hills High. Oriana was almost completely sure that Allison knew now. Or at least knew something about the family business.
"Well, yeah, I mean – " Allison chuckled bitterly. "It's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything."
Oriana's eyes widened and her lips pursed. Okay, wasn't expecting that one. Maybe she would let Lydia handle this one on her own.
"Uh, about that – "
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They finally stopped and Allison knelt down on the forest floor and opened the duffel bag. Oriana subtly shifted back a bit when Allison pulled out a bow and some headless arrows. Her hand fisted tightly in her pockets when she saw Allison pull out a very familiar black arrow head and start to attach it to the arrow.
"What does that do?" Lydia asked cautiously as she watched.
"We're about to find out." Allison stood with the bow and nocked the arrow, getting in stance.
Oriana silently backed away a few steps, her muscles ready to run, her eyes on Allison, waiting for her to spin and aim the arrow at her.
But she didn't. Instead she aimed at a faraway tree and let the arrow fly. Oriana looked down quickly, knowing exactly what was about to happen and knowing that, even in the daylight, the bright sparks could irritate her eyes enough that Allison could notice and grow suspicious. She instinctively flinched a little when she heard the bang and smelt the smoke. She had to tense her muscles further to fight the instinct to run.
"What the hell was that?" Lydia askes, creeped out.
"I don't know." Allison murmured to herself.
Oriana stayed silent.
The raven haired girl felt eyes on her and instinctively looked up to meet s pair of suspicious chocolate orbs. Allison watched her with slightly narrowed questioning eyes.
"Well - that was fun! Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?" Lydia broke the tense silence.
A twig snapped close by and all three girls looked toward the sound. A second snap was heard. The redhead and brunette looked around nervously. And then a third.
Oriana started forward swiftly on silent feet.
"Oriana!" Lydia hissed after her. Oriana rounded a tree and was soon out of sight.
Allison narrowed her eyes on the spot Oriana had disappeared from and handed her bow to Lydia, her eyes steady in the direction she had gone.
"Hold this."
"What? Why?" Lydia asked pointedly, holding the wood of the bow out in front of her as if it were a bomb.
"Because I'm going after Oriana."
Before Lydia could protest further Allison was gone.
A couple of minutes later, neither girl had returned and Lydia was getting more and more panicked.
She thought she heard a rustle come from behind her and whipped around to see nothing there. She gave a sigh of relief and turned back in the direction her friends had gone only to give loud squeal when she saw Oriana standing closely behind her.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lydia shrieked. Oriana shrugged boredly.
"Where did you go? Where's Allison?"
She shrugged again. "Thought I heard something." She explained vaguely.
"So - what if you heard something?" Lydia asked dumbly.
"So - I wanted to find out what that something was. Don't worry. It was probably nothing."
"Did you find anything?"
She shrugged again. Lydia exhaled anxiously looking around at the deserted woods around them, still no sign of Allison.
"Well, what if that nothing was something and that something is something dangerous? What if it got Allison and now it's coming for us?"
Oriana quirked an amused eyebrow at the strawberry blonde's rant. "Shoot it."
Lydia whimpered. Oriana laughed.
"Relax. It was Scott. He came looking for Allison." She revealed. Lydia relaxed with a nod. Of course she hadn't spoken to or seen Scott. She got close enough to the source of the noise and caught his scent, immediately returning to where she'd left the girls, making sure to stay downwind of Scott so he wouldn't smell her too. Otherwise he'd want to talk to her and she was avoiding his and Stiles' calls for a reason.
When Allison returned, looking sad, they finally went to the mall.
The rest of the day went by…slowly. Allison was all mopey and confused about Scott and was avoiding too much conversation and eye contact with Oriana. She defiantly suspected something. And Oriana was acting moody and standoff-ish; she wasn't a fan of shopping anyway but shopping with Allison with all that was going on was just pure uncomfortable. And poor Lydia was overcompensating by acting extra preppy which only got the other girls down more. In the end they only stayed a couple of hours, Lydia having convinced Oriana to get a dress for the formal. Just in case.
Lydia had gotten annoyed quickly at Oriana's refusal to wear anything sleeveless or shorter then mid-ish thigh.
"You always wear long sleeves and you never wear skirts." Lydia had moaned. "You are only sixteen years old and you have a sexy body, Oriana, show it off a little. It won't kill you."
Oriana had finally gotten stressed and angry at Lydia and Allison's insisting and finally tried on a knee length violet dress with thick straps. She called Lydia into her changing stall and she watched with a face void of expression as she gaped at the ugly scar on her left arm. Still, she insisted she looked beautiful but Oriana refused to get the dress. Lydia didn't put up much of a fuss after that, much to Allison's confusion, searching for long or quarter length sleeved longer dresses. Oriana was grateful that Lydia hadn't asked any questions or told Allison about the reason behind her sudden change of heart.
Oriana admittedly, liked the dress Lydia had picked for her. It was a sleek jersey knit was two piece, forest green dress with long sleeves. The top was cropped with gathered sides and the skirt was high waisted, reaching down to her lower mid-thigh, just covering her scar, with matching gathered sides and a tulip style bottom. The small gap between the two pieces of material was small, only showing a sliver of the tanned skin on her sternum.
The skirt showed off a small bit of the bottom of the dream-catcher on her right thigh (though thankfully covered her scar), which the girls were surprised to see. The only downside to the dress was the sexy sliver of skin on her sternum being exposed, as it also exposed a bit of the scar on her left side too. The gap between materials was only about an inch thick but the colour difference between the tanned skin on her right side and the slightly paler and pinker skin on her left side was noticeable if you took the time to look.
For this reason, the dress had almost been discarded, but Lydia had reasoned that it would be dark when she wore the dress and the skin on show was very little and the difference in skin would be barely noticeable when not under the florescent tubes of the fitting rooms of the clothing store. Plus, she could always pull the skirt up a bit and close the gap between garments, leaving no skin exposed. Allison had commented that Stiles' jaw would drop when he saw her in the dress and Oriana had finally relented.
She didn't know where she and Stiles stood right now, let alone if he would ask her to the formal but she decided that if he did ask then she would agree. If only to see his reaction to the dress.
Allison didn't find anything, not really having looked, and nothing fit Lydia's standards so Oriana was the only one of the three to have gotten a dress and Lydia made her get jewellery and shoes to match.
When they got back to Lydia's Oriana drove home, after an awkward goodbye to Allison and a warm hug from Lydia. She would not have expected Lydia to become her best friend out of the two girls. Beside the fact that she hadn't much liked Lydia when she'd first came to Beacon Hills (the feeling was mutual), and being initially closer to Allison; Lydia was the other girl Stiles liked. The girl she was essentially competing against. Yet, she knew that Lydia held no interest in Stiles and she assumed that Oriana and he were together anyway. It was surprisingly easy to like the redhead.
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Oriana arrived at the Hale house to see Derek still gone but Peter was in the living room pulling on a jacket.
"Why do you look all…." Oriana asked cautiously looking over his clean, normal guy attire.
"Handsome?" Peter smirked.
Oriana rolled her eyes and fell down into the only arm chair in the room.
"If you must know, I have a date."
She looked at him wide eyed.
"You? A date? With who?"
He gave her a mocking look. "Now, now, don't feel threatened, pumpkin. It's only a date. You're not getting a new mommy anytime soon, okay?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, seething. He finally gave another mocking sigh and answered her question. "I met a lovely lady at the hospital today and she agreed to accompany me for dinner tonight." He told her walking towards the door. He gave her a sly grin over his shoulder as he opened the front door. "Her name is Melissa."
Oriana gaped as the door shut loudly behind him.
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"Okay. There you go, dad." Stiles put a full tumbler of whisky in front of his dad.
"Thanks."
"Bottoms up." Stiles watched his dad drain the glass dry in only a dew gulps and looked at the scattering of pictures an open files on the table in front of him.
"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot - Hale of a lot?" John slurred slightly.
"Hell of a lot?" Stiles offered.
"Hell. Yes." He gave his son a thumbs up. "He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him."
"How do you not have a picture of him?" Stiles asked disbelievingly.
"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two - " Stiles grabbed the mugshot from his father's hands. "Laser beams were pointing at the camera."
"Nice." Stiles muttered looking at the picture of Derek Hale, his wolf eyes obviously reflecting the camera flash and successfully blocking out his face.
"You know, it's weird; Oriana's is the same." John mused.
Stiles looked up in confusion, his dad was looking down at another picture in his hands. Stiles quickly swiped that one too. He looked at the picture in utter shock.
The face was not visible, blocked by the same bubbly light spots as Derek's, but the long black curls over the girl's (and it was obviously a girl), shoulders and chest, was instantly recognisable to Stiles. She held up a sign that read 'Boston Police Department' with a series of numbers.
"Wha – Is this - ?" Stiles stuttered down at the picture in his hands.
"Oriana's mug shot." John finished.
"But wh – what did she – what did she do?" Stiles asked his dad anxiously.
John shook his head sadly. "She was caught stealing a couple of shirts and some food from a Walmart. She was homeless." John slurred but still managed to sound heartbroken for the girl.
Stiles stared at the picture in speechless silence.
"She never told me that."
Now that he thought about it, he didn't know much about Oriana. Just that she was in the Hale fire and then in foster care where she was, from what he could tell of her scars, put in some pretty bad homes. And then Derek and Laura had found out she was alive.
Now that he thought about it he didn't quite understand how she could have gotten so many scars, or any at all. Didn't her healing powers mean that she didn't get scars?
"Oh, my God. Ohh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that – " John groaned, taking off his glasses and rubbing his sore eyes.
"Dad - it's me. I'm not gonna say anything. Come on." Stiles forced a smile.
His dad returned his smile easily and continued, then, to babble on as Stiles opened a file.
"See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire." John held up a piece of paper frustratingly.
"Terminated under suspicion of fraud." Stiles read.
"Exactly."
"Who else?" Stiles asked absently, looking through some pictures of bite marks.
"The video store clerk who got his throat slashed - He's a convicted felon, history of arson."
"What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?" Stiles furrowed in eyebrows in confusion.
"Priors all over their records including –"
"Arson. So maybe they all had something to do with the fire." He muttered to himself. John sat back in his chair. "Another shot?" Stiles asked enthusiastically.
"No, no, no, no more." John denied weakly.
"Dad, come on. You work really hard, all right? You deserve it." He smiles innocently.
The sheriff groaned with a smile and gestured to his empty glass allowingly. "Oh, my God, I'm gonna have such a hangover."
"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep." Stiles teased turning to pour more whisky into his dad's glass. "I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell." He stared at the bottle in guilt as he poured.
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Oriana cursed under her breath when she was sent to voicemail for the tenth time in half as many minutes. She supposed she deserved it.
"Scott I swear to god, answer your fucking phone! This is life or death!" She hung up and proceeded to try Stiles' phone, pacing across what was left of the Hale living room. Voicemail.
"Urgggg!" She groaned loudly as she hung up the phone and grabbed her jacket.
"Stupid fucking…." She muttered darkly as she stomped outside to her car and started towards the Stilinski house.
She had promised Derek she'd stay away from Scott and Stiles for a while, so Peter wouldn't suspect her as being a traitor and end up killing her and them. But what the hell was she supposed to do?
She screeched to a halt outside the Stilinski house and made for the door.
She entered the house without her usual stealthiness and called Stiles' name loudly. After a few second and a louder call she heard hurried steps coming from upstairs. Stiles was soon standing in the middle of the staircase, looking at her through wide whisky eyes.
"Why haven't you been answering your damn phone?" She asked him angrily.
He snorted loudly, the spell broken, and he finished descending the staircase.
"I was doing an impression of you. I think I nailed it." He replied with biting sarcasm, walking past her into the kitchen.
"I'm being serious." She told him, following him.
He sighed. "My phones in my room. I didn't hear it go off."
"You were just upstairs." She pointed out.
"Nicely deduced." He replied in lightning speed, sarcasm still heavy in his tone.
"So, weren't you just in your room?" She bit out through gritted teeth, unamused by his angry retorts. He could be angry with her all he wanted after they made sure Melissa was safe.
"I was helping dad get to bed." He muttered, finally with some amount of seriousness.
She watched him put the cap on a half-empty bottle of whisky that was sitting on the dining table, the surface covered with files and papers. She caught sight of a familiar picture and picked it up.
"What the hell is this?"
Stiles looked up at her, saw the picture in his hand and his mouth ran dry.
"Uh…"
"Why does your dad have this? Have you seen it?" She demanded.
"Uh…."
She watched Stiles try to find words, unsuccessfully.
"Well?"
Stiles sighed in defeat. He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I've seen it."
"So what your dad ran a background check on me or something?"
"No." Stiles protested. "I – I don't think so."
She gave a short bitter laugh and threw the picture back on the table. "Doesn't matter. We need to go now."
"What?" Stiles asked, confused. "Go where?"
"He's after Melissa."
Stiles eyes widened. "Who? Peter?"
She nodded solemnly. "He's going on a date with her."
Stiles face scrunched up in disgust. "Why would she - ?"
"She doesn't know what he is, dummy!"
She started for the front door, Stiles jogging after her.
"I know but, still. Did you call me dummy?"
"You know what I called you."
They got into the jeep and started for Scott's house.
There was a tense silence in the cab of the jeep.
"Why are you helping us?"
She looked at him with cold eyes but he could see the hurt in them too and wanted to kick himself.
"Why wouldn't I?"
Stiles let out an unamused huff, "Because you've been avoiding my calls since the hospital last night, you didn't come home and you've been with Peter." He spat the older Hale's name.
She stared at him. She didn't go home. She didn't realise until now that even though she'd been staying with the Stilinski's for a couple of weeks now that she had always called it that; the Stilinski's house. Where she stayed in the guest room, not her room. She didn't realise until now how at home she felt with the Stilinski men.
She realised that she had finally gotten everything she wished for when she was in foster care. A cosy house with a kind, loving father and a warm comfortable bed. Sure she'd hoped for a mom, a proper one that was warm and motherly, but that had never been her top priority; she'd just always envisioned the dad. Maybe it was because her own mother had royally screwed that image for her early on and she wasn't too keen on trying it again.
The only thing that was missing from her little fantasy was a protective big brother and an annoying little sister. Because she defiantly was not classing Stiles her big brother in the Stilinski household. Ew. But that was okay because she'd had the protective big brother thing down for a year now. Derek was the only part of that fantasy she had been blessed with. And Laura could be annoying.
She reached out, before she could stop herself, and grasped Stiles' hand from the steering wheel and holding it tightly between her own. He looked at her in surprise but didn't even think about pulling away.
"I'm sorry I didn't come home." She whispered, looking intently at their hands.
Stiles turned his over and interlocked their fingers, waiting for her to continue.
"I had no choice. I had to keep you safe."
"Keep me safe? From Peter?" His brows furrowed in confusion. Why would Peter want him? A lowly human?
She didn't say anything, instead tracing patterns into the back of Stiles hand with her free one, her eyes intensely watching her movements.
"Did he – " Stiles stopped. He looked at her as if he'd just had a massive revelation. "Is he threatening me so you stay with him?"
Her silence was answer enough. Stiles hit the steering wheel in anger, his hand squeezing hers. He wanted to rip off Peter's head for threatening and obviously scaring Oriana, on top of everything else he's done to her, but a small part of him was jumping up and down in giddy excitement; because Oriana was doing this to protect him, because she didn't want him hurt. He knew Oriana liked him, god only knows why, but knowing that she was willingly following an evil psychopath because he was threatening his life was a whole new level of like. Oriana wouldn't do this for just anybody, if it were almost anyone else she'd have laughed in Peter's face and taken the chance. Not with him.
Before they could argue anymore on the topic they had pulled up outside of Scott's house. Scott came running out and launched himself at the passenger door of the jeep. He jumped in and slammed the door behind him. Oriana shifted closer to Stiles, suddenly squished between the two teens.
"Drive!" He demanded. Stiles fumbled slightly but complied quickly.
"Peter's got my mom."
Stiles nodded. "We know."
Scott stopped then and looked over at his friend. He realised that he hadn't called Stiles yet.
"How did you…"
His eyes caught sight of the girl sitting next to him for the first time. They narrowed.
"Why is she here? She probably sent Peter."
Oriana's head snapped up and she snarled at him.
"Hey!" Stiles snapped, his hand squeezing Oriana's where it was still twined with his. Scott looked at him darkly.
"She told me where Peter was tonight, okay? She came to warn me. To help." Stiles told his friend angrily, trying to keep his eyes on the road whilst look at Scott at the same time.
"So shut up and stick your head out the window. I have no idea where I'm going right now."
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Oriana got out of the jeep with Scott when they got close enough to Peter and Melissa's car. Stiles had held her hand tightly in protest when she'd made to exit after Scott but she had explained that Peter would be mad if he saw her helping Stiles.
Oriana crouched behind a parked car next to Scott. They watched Stiles' jeep ram into the back of the silver car Peter's car. She didn't even know he had a car.
Melissa hopped out of the car and started shouting.
"Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!"
The two stifled their smiles.
"Mrs. McCall?"
"Yes!"
"Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?"
Oriana shook her head. He was such a bad actor.
"Ha ha –"
Peter got out too and looked down the road opposite to their hiding place and started muttering. "Nicely done, Scott. Nicely done."
"I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere." Stiles told Melissa.
She threw her hands up. "Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."
"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing."
Peter wandered over to them and said distractedly, "I don't think that's necessary."
"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." Stiles grimaced rubbing the back of his neck.
"Whiplash? You hit us!" Melissa cried irritantly.
Stile shrugged unapologetically. "I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck."
Peter stepped away from the bickering two again and started speaking under his breath, his eyes looking around the scene to try and spot Scott.
"I know you're there, Scott, and I'm impressed. It's too bad most teenagers aren't that smart. It's like that one on the lacrosse team - Jackson. Thinks he knows all about us. You know how they say knowledge is power. Not in his case."
"Jackson. Oh, no." Scott whispered in horror. He looked at Oriana in anger.
She shook her head. "I don't know what he's talking about."
Scott groaned and ran off. Oriana followed..
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"Look around you!" Derek shouted at a cowering Jackson as he curled up on the grand staircase of the ramshackle Hale house. "Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's - no one - here. There is a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team."
"Excuse me."
Derek looked up to see Scott standing at the top of the stairs. Oriana stood behind him looking unsure and uncomfortable.
"Co – captain."
Scott jumped down the staircase, over Jackson's head and landed in a low crouch at the bottom. He looked back at Jackson, his face transformed into his werewolf half. His ears were pointed, his fangs and claws extended, his face hairy and his brow more defined and Neanderthal looking. His glowing amber eyes met Jacksons as he stood slowly from his crouch.
Jackson shook with fear.
Scott turned to look at Derek, who's face had also shifted, but looked more menacing than Scott's. His brow was pulled into a permanent frown, his nose and ears both slightly bigger and pointed, his hair wilder and sideburns longer. His fangs and claws slightly longer then Scott's.
Move!" He growled at Scott.
"No."
"Fine. I'll kill you too."
Oriana ran down the stairs to intervene just as a loud whistling sound came from outside. Derek turned towards the sound and shouted at them.
"Cover your eyes!"
Derek crouched down, his arm over his eyes. Oriana pulled Jackson from the stairs and pushed him to the floor, squeezing her own eyes shut just as the sound of breaking glass came followed instantly by a loud band and a bright spark of light and smoke.
Jackson scrambled away from Oriana, and she didn't try to pull him back, just covering her face and eyes as rapid fire was unleased on the Hale house. The whistling of arrows and bright sparks continued.
Oriana smelt blood and peeked around the side of the staircase to see Scott collapsed against the wall. Derek saw too.
Oriana heard Derek's shouting as she crawled quickly over to Scott but ignored him. She saw the smoking bullet wound in Scott's torso and the black blood he was already coughing up and she knew instantly what it meant. Scott was going to die.
Her hands hovered about in a very Stiles-like way as she didn't know what to do.
"Derek it's that monkshood stuff!" She shouted over the rapid gunfire. "What do I do?!"
Derek could only stare at the two in a mixture of concern and helplessness before snapping back into reality.
"Go!" He shouted at them.
Scott could only cough black blood and hold his side. Oriana glared at Derek.
"No."
Derek groaned and closed his eyes for a second before launching himself across the entry hall and over to the teens. He grabbed them both by the arms and pushed them further into the house, where the backdoor was.
"Run!"
"No, Derek. I'm not leaving you." Oriana protested.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. His face, still transformed, was hard as he looked at her.
"Scott is going to die." He told her.
"You need to get him out of here and help him."
She wasn't given another chance to speak before he was pushed again. Derek watched Oriana finally grab Scott around the waist to support most of his weight and drag him out the back. Then he took a deep breath and composed himself. He opened the front door and roared.
….
Oriana pulled Scott out of the backdoor, looking around quickly to make sure their path into the woods was clear before moving out. Scott groaned in pain as she pushed him to move faster.
"It's going to be okay, Scott. I promise." She whispered unconvincingly as she hurried then to the trees behind the house. Every step further away from the gunshots and her house killed her inside. She heard Derek's roar and took little comfort in it.
Just as they were reaching the line of trees that bordered the Hale house she heard a bang and felt a sharp stab of pain enter her left shoulder blade. She almost crumpled to the ground in pain but another of Scott's moans snapped her out of it.
"Go." She pushed him ahead, turning back to see two large male hunters running around the house towards them. They shot again. Oriana ducked.
"No." Scott managed to gasp out.
"I'll be fine. Run!" She urged him. He was so delirious and in such pain at this point that he finally complied with no further argument. He hobbled into the woods.
Oriana turned again to face the nearing hunters, her long tresses flaring out around her as she span. She gave a fierce roar of rage and jumped. Her figure shifted mid-air and the hunters stopped dead in their tracks.
They looked at the silver wolf in pure terror. The slightly larger than average blue eyed wolf stood in a defensive stance, ready to pounce. Her hackles were raised, her ears flat against her skull as her lips curled into a snarl showing off her deadly white fangs.
The hunters stepped back in unison, watching the wolf for signs of attack.
For a moment the air was still. And then she pounced.
The hunters gave a shout and raised the guns they'd momentarily forgotten. She dodged the bullets and managed to get close enough to sink her teeth into the meaty calf of the younger hunter. The man gave a loud scream of pain but she didn't let go. She shook her head wildly, digging her teeth in deeper and started pulling. The man fell to the ground crying in agony. She tugged and tugged at his leg until it was a bloody, unusable, mess. Distantly she heard the other hunter run out of bullets as she kept dodging them, and heard him begin to run away.
She finally let go of the hunter on the ground, leaving him to roll around in the dirt in agony. She ran after the other hunter. She got to him as he was almost back to the house and she jumped on his back. He screamed as he was tackled by the wolf.
He managed to twist onto his back and tried punching, kicking, hair and ear pulling but the wolf wouldn't budge. She stood over him, her paws pinning his shoulders to the ground and snarled in his face. She reared her head back and parted her jaw, her eyes locked on his neck.
And then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed heavily on top of the petrified hunter. He pushed the heavy wolf off of him and quickly shuffled back, putting as much distance between them as possible.
Before his eyes he watched the unconscious wolf's image begin to blur and grow into the image of an unconscious teenage girl. Oriana Hale lay on the dirty forest floor half on her side, her long dark hair splayed around her face and body as she lay completely still in her grey sweater, black jeans, jacket and boots. Sticking out of her left side was a red feathered tranquiliser dart.
He looked up to see Kate Argent standing a few yards away. She swung her tranquiliser gun to rest against her shoulder in a casual pose with a smug, evil smirk.
"Put her with her cousin."
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Allison followed her Aunt through the dank underground tunnels, lit dimly by a single light bulb every yard or so.
"What is this place?" She asked uneasily.
Kate came to a stop outside of a large metal sliding door.
"Let's start with the basics. You know how every family has its secrets?" Kate asked with a small amused and excited smile. "Ours is a little different."
She pulled the heavy door across to reveal a large dark room. It was damp and smelt badly. The only light in the room was supplied by the basement like high windows across the backroom, moonlight shining through. Towards the back of the room was a large metal gate-like piece. Allison could see the shadowy figure of a large male against the gate, arms stretched up as if he was…chained.
Allison took cautious steps into the room, her eyes watching the figure move only subtly as if he was breathing.
She took a deep breath as she got closer, able to see defining detains now. Her aunt was showing her a secret chamber where she kept a man chained up for…god only knows why.
She crossed her arms and gave a small false smile to her Aunt's excited gaze. She didn't know how she was supposed to react, (or how Kate wanted her to react) but she wanted to call her aunt crazy and run like hell.
She finally came to a stop not far from the gate and saw a metal table, near the gate, that she hadn't noticed before. The metal table was dirty and looked like something you'd see in a morgue. Allison shivered uncomfortably. On top of the table was another figure. A smaller feminine figure.
Allison gulped.
The feminine figure's arms were raised above her head like the male's and her wrists were chained together above her head and attached to the underside of the table. Her legs were spread and chained to the bottom of the able. Allison couldn't see much else in the dark, but the figure's long dark hair spilling limply over the side of the table. The figure looked unconscious.
She looked nervously at Kate. The blonde woman smirked and turned on a large industrial light.
Allison looked at the male in horror. He was shirtless, covered in sweat and had a dark patch taped to his side that had electrical wires coming off of it. The man's face, however was something like out of a nightmare. He suddenly looked at Kate and growled loudly, sounding eerily similar to the lion Allison was scared by at the zoo when she was little.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Kate smiled at her in wonder. Allison looked into her crazy eyes speechlessly. Allison watched the man roar and growl at them like a wild animal.
Her chocolate eyes travelled on their own towards the metal table. She gasped loudly, her hands covering her mouth.
On the morgue table lay an unconscious girl. She too was shirtless, only a plain black bra covering her top half, and had a similar electrical patch on her right side as the man…thing.
She was chained to the table in an uncomfortable position but her face was peaceful, as if she were asleep. Allison's eyes roamed the girl's bare torso. She was standing on the girl's right side but her left was clearly visible in the now bright light. Still, Allison walked closer to get a better look.
The whole torso of the girl's body was scarred. There were scattered thin, pale scars scattered around her golden skin, varying in length. The biggest too up most of her left side; a big pale and pink burn scar. The top of her left arm bore a similar, but smaller, scar.
"Allison?" A throaty groan came like a whisper.
Allison looked up into familiar pale green eyes and her throat swelled up.
"Oriana?"
A/N; So there you have it folks. The votes came in 5 to 3 so; Oriana got wolfnapped. The dress Oriana got is on my polyvore page, the address is in my profile.
PrincessxXxDarkness, I really liked your idea of Oriana getting a dress but ending up wearing it out with Stiles instead of to formal so I used that as inspiration for this chapter. Without that scene this chapter would be considerably shorter so we should all thankyou haha And btw, I would totally read your Teen Wolf/Stiles story if you wrote one ;)
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