Chapter Eleven: Formality

The formal dance was coming up. Stiles had ordered me to go to the dance even though I didn't have a date. Scott had gotten Jackson to take Allison because he couldn't.

"Lydia even told me that she'll buy you a dress," Stiles told me. I sighed knowing I couldn't refuse my brother's infamous puppy dog eyes.

"Alright, fine, I'll go," I conceded. He cheered.

"Come on, we're meeting Lydia and Allison at the mall." We got into the jeep and headed for the mall.

"So why are you coming?" I asked.

"Allison said she'd get Lydia to go with me," Stiles replied. I rolled my eyes as we pulled into the parking lot. We walked into the mall and headed up the escalators to Macys.

"You go look around. I'll wait for them," he told me. I nodded and started looking for dresses.

I wasn't a girly girl. My usual outfit consisted of worn out jeans, converse and a sweater. I didn't wear dresses or heels or makeup so how on earth was I going to find a dress?

I picked up a poufy white one and held it up to my body. I looked in the full length mirror and shook my head.

"That's too light." I stilled at the familiar voice and glanced back into the mirror. Peter stood behind me. I turned and hung the dress back up.

"What, are you a fashion consultant now?" I grumbled moving to a new rack. I could practically feel his smirk.

"Look at how I'm dressed darling," he spun in a small circle. I hated to admit that he looked good in the blood red shirt and long leather jacket. He came up behind me crowding uncomfortably close to my back. His arms came around me as he started shifting through the dresses. I tried moving away but the only escape was into the dress rack.

"Here," he breathed against my neck. He had pulled out a short flowy dress decorated like a peacock. He gripped my shoulder in one hand and turned me holding the dress up.

"The blue compliments your skin and the green of your eyes matches the shifting colors," he murmured. The bodice was a sweetheart top and glittered in the lights with swirls of different colors.

"Wear it," came his muttered order and then he was gone. I looked all around for him but couldn't see him anywhere in the store. I scowled at the mirror and thought about chucking it.

I tried on dresses with Lydia and Allison. The peacock dress stayed in my pile.

I bought it.

Later we went in for manicures. Lydia told my manicurist to do peacock nails to match my dress. I had to admit that they were pretty. They were a deep blue with the outlines of peacock feathers done in gold and silver. We paid then went to get jewelry and shoes. I got silver everything to match the shininess of the dress.

Afterwards we went home to try everything on for each other.

I would never admit to Peter how pretty the dress made me feel.

The dance came around and Allison and I went over to Lydia's to get ready. I soon turned into their life-sized doll. They did my makeup and hair. Lydia made it so my hair was in soft waves down my back with silver pins holding it out of my face. Allison did my makeup in shimmering blues, purples and greens. I fit into my dress and pulled on my glimmering jewelry. I slipped into my heels and stood in front of her full length mirror.

I looked beautiful. I was stunning. I had never looked this way before. I smiled at my reflection.

"Not bad Arisa, not bad," I murmured.

Dad was the one to drive me to the dance. It was embarrassing but no one said anything to me as I stepped from the car.

"Be safe and have fun," dad told me.

"I will. See you later," I replied. I headed into the dance and noticed Scott walking along the roof. I shook my head in amusement. I handed my ticket to the girl and got my stamp. I walked into the dim gym that was already crawling with bodies. Music pumped through the place. I found a table and plopped down with a glass of punch. I watched as Jackson started to dance with Allison. I watched as Scott ran from coach before going to Allison. I saw Stiles dance with Lydia and wanted to cheer for him. I knew how much Stiles liked Lydia.

"Hey," Danny greeted. I smiled at him. Danny and I hadn't talked much but I considered him a friend.

"Hi how are you?" I asked.

"I'm good," he replied with a blinding smile. Danny was the nicest guy I had ever met. I wondered how he had become Jackson's best friend.

"Would you like to dance?" he suddenly asked. I blinked up at him.

"Um, aren't you…?" I trailed off. He chuckled and held out his hand.

"Being gay doesn't mean that I don't want to dance with a pretty girl," he replied. I felt a blush spread across my cheeks and slipped my hand into his.

"It really is a pity that you're gay Danny." He laughed as he swung me around. We started dancing and he made me laugh with stories about Jackson.

"I can't believe he actually did that," I chuckled.

"Yep, Lydia forced him to wear those pink panties. I just walked in at the right moment," he finished. I laughed again.

The song ended and he walked me back to my table.

"Thanks Danny," I told him. He smiled and gave my hand a quick squeeze before heading over to his other friends. I smiled after him and started walking around. I headed outside towards the lacrosse field to take a break from the crowd.

"Jackson," I glanced around at the sound of Lydia's voice. She was looking for him. Stiles must be sad.

Chills erupted down my back.

"Lydia," Stiles screamed. I jerked around and saw Peter.

"No," I gasped rushing forward. I saw Peter's teeth flash. Lydia collapsed, her skin streaked with blood. Stiles and I reached her at the same time. Peter crouched over her snarling at Stiles when he tried to get too close. I grabbed Peter's arm.

"No, please don't kill her," Stiles begged. Peter swept a hand across Lydia's face.

"Ok," he replied, "When you tell me how to find Derek." Stiles looked at him.

"What?" he asked. I was confused too.

"What's happened to Derek?" I asked.

"He was kidnapped by the Argents," Stiles told me, "And I don't know where he is."

"Tell me," Peter roared. The ground rumbled beneath me. I clutched at Peter's arm scrunching my eyes shut.

"Please stop, just please stop," I whimpered. The roar cut off and I opened my eyes. Stiles stammered something about Scott's phone and Derek stealing it.

"If you have the username and password you can use the GPS," Stiles finished.

"That wasn't so difficult was it?" He stood up. I bent over Lydia and found a pulse in her neck. I sighed in relief.

"Come with me Stiles," Peter ordered. I jerked to my feet and stepped in front of my still kneeling brother.

"Don't you dare," I hissed. Peter gazed at me then I felt his claws brush my chin.

"I need him to find Derek," he growled.

"I know Scott just as well. I'll help you. Just leave my brother out of this." Stiles grabbed my arm but I shook him off and stepped closer to Peter.

"I'll go with you," I murmured staring into his ever changing eyes.

"Very well," he replied slipping a hand around my arm. We started to walk.

"Arisa," Stiles blurted.

"I'll be fine Stiles. I promise," I called. We headed off the field towards the parking lot.

"Do you have Stiles' keys?" he asked. I shook my little handbag. He had given them to me earlier to hold so they didn't fall out of his pocket while he danced. We climbed into the jeep and he directed me into town.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," he replied. His hand slipped over to my thigh. I stared down at it for a moment.

"Why are you touching my thigh?" I asked edgily. He shot me a smirk.

"Because you are mine," he replied sliding his hand upwards. I grabbed his wrist and jerked it off.

"I don't remember ever agreeing to that," I shot back. He slipped out of my grip and tangled our fingers together. I tried pulling away but he squeezed my hand. I sighed and tried to ignore the warmth of his hand.

We drove to a parking garage and went to a sleek black car.

"Whose car is this?" I asked as he unlocked the trunk.

"My nurse's," he replied. I was about to ask what happened to his nurse after Derek had hit her but my answer came first. I screamed when I saw her body in the trunk. I saw Peter wince at the high pitch and felt vicious satisfaction.

"Great, a girl with screams," he muttered. I stuck my tongue out at him. He pulled a laptop from his bag.

"Alright, work your magic," he told me. I hesitated for a moment then started working. I went to the phone's website and clicked on the GPS. I typed in Scott's username.

"His username is Allison?" I hid a smirk and typed in his password.

"His password is also Allison?"

"Still want him in your pack?" I teased lightly. He rolled his eyes to the heavens. The website started to search for the phone. It was going to take a few minutes.

"Why are you fighting me so hard?" Peter suddenly asked.

"Maybe because you're a deranged, psychotic, murdering werewolf," I muttered focusing on the screen. His arm slipped around my waist tugging me into his side. I turned to push at his chest.

"Let me go," I ordered pushing at him.

"I like you here," he replied. I pushed harder and he tugged me closer.

"I could scream rape," I hissed.

"No one would hear you," he said nosing at my ear. My hands were trapped between our chests, my body smooshed against his. His lips found my jaw and made a scorching trail towards my lips. Shivers racked my body. I wasn't entirely sure they were from fear.

A ding made him stop. His lips were at the corner of my own. I took advantage of his distraction and shoved away from him. My cheeks were heated and my heart was racing. The moment my hands left his chest one of the lights shattered. He cocked his head to the side.

"Interesting," he murmured gazing at me. I gave him a scowl and turned towards the computer. I took deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart. Peter rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Wait, he's there?" I looked at Peter as understanding crossed his face. He straightened.

"I know exactly where that is," he murmured. Suddenly he stopped as if hearing something.

"And I'm not the only one," he continued. I shut the computer and he slid it back into the bag.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to get my nephew," he replied.

"You're going to kill another person aren't you?" I stepped in front of the car door. He stared at me.

"I'm only going to kill Kate, the last on responsible," he told me.

"That's still killing someone," I retorted. He slammed his fit against the hood of the car.

"No, not someone. Kate is a monster who killed my entire family," he growled. I felt a twinge in my heart. He had lost everyone he cared about. He had killed his niece. All he had left was Derek who hated him.

"I'm sorry," I found myself whispering, "I'm sorry." I was moving without thinking or realizing. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Peter stilled against me then slowly hugged me back. I wasn't sure why I felt comfortable with this but I did. I hugged him for a long moment then pulled away.

"You're still going to kill her aren't you?" I whispered.

"I have to," he replied.

"Then I'm coming with you," I told him. I slipped from his arm and went around to the passenger side. I pulled on the handle to urge him into unlocking the door. A small smile flickered across his face and the locks clicked.