Hey guys, I'm back! This week I'll be uploading every other day because I've still got back to school shopping, but don't worry, I'll try to make every chapter as sang as possible. Anyways here's the long over due chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own teen wolf.
"Alright, so what'd you find out?" Scott asked after Stiles shot him with a toy gun. "Well you dislocated his shoulder, but he should be fine." Anna said shoving Stiles out of the camera line. "Oh thank god, so everything's fine." Scott said relieved "Yeah for now." Anna decided to hold back the part about wanting to turn Jackson into the worlds biggest kabob.
She let Stiles take control of the computer and went down to get water. She heard Stiles' heart rate quicken and ran full speed up the stairs. "What is it?" She asked looking at the computer, an image of a frozen Scott and Anna saw the man behind him, she recognized the broad shoulders: Derek Hale.
"Son of a bitch, Stiles, I'll see you tomorrow, right now I have to deal with a pest." She said taking off. She jumped out of Stiles' window and ran, she knew by the time she got to Scott's Derek would be gone, instead she ran to Derek's house, she cut through the preserve and entered the house through one of the many gaps. She sat her self down on the couch and waited patiently.
"Evening." She said making him jump as he walked through the door. "Good you're here for training, you've missed the weekend, so today I'll have to-" she cut him off with a sharp slap. "Don't you ever threaten my friends again, got it?" She asked placing her hands on her hips, Derek was still trying to recover from the shock. "I'm trying to protect you," he said, "and him." He added as an after thought.
"No, you're trying to save your own hide, you don't really give a damn about Scott, and you sure as hell don't give a damn about me, so stop acting like you do." She said angrily, she moved to try to leave through the door but he grabbed her arm. "I do care." He said, he sounded like he was struggling with the words. "I'm trying to protect you, you're my responsibility." She knew he added the last part mainly as an excuse, but she'd gotten him to admit that he had at least some feeling so she let it slide.
"Why?" She asked placing her hand over his. "Who says that I'm your responsibility?" She needed to know, the wolf was starting to grow on her.
"I just, I need to make sure you're safe." He said taking her hand. "Then trust me, I know it's asking a lot, but please, trust me to take care of Scott and Stiles." He led them to the couch.
"I can't." He said still struggling, she sort of understood, he'd been alone for so long he'd learned to rely on himself, now it was hard letting someone new in, trusting that someone else had his back.
"Yes you can." She said placing a hand on his chin forcing them to lock eyes. "Just trust me with them, trust me to take care of them and I promise you, I'll stand by you and your choices no matter what." She said, it was obvious he still had trouble trusting her. She let out a small sigh. "Two days." She said he looked confused. "You can give me your answer then." She explained giving him a small smile, he nodded slightly. She placed a light kiss on his forehead before walking out the door.
She got to Stiles' house after an hour; she'd been walking at a leisurely pace reflecting on the past week and a half, before school started she'd been a normal teenager; she'd cut class occasionally, she fought with her mom, she did drugs from time to time, and she talked back to teachers, now she was training to be a hunter of her own kind, she was the co-captain of the swim team and on top of everything else she was a werewolf.
'How could so much have changed in a week?' She thought to herself as she climbed through Stiles' window. She changed into a pair of Stiles' warmups and crawled into bed next to her best friend. "Belle?" He asked groggily. "Yeah Stiles, it's me." She said placing a kiss on his cheek, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer as they drifted to sleep. She might have been a werewolf, and even before she got bitten she was able to take care of herself, but he knew almost everything about her, she would always belong to him in his mind, meaning she was his to protect.
Stile alarm went off early the next morning, and Anna slammed the clock on to the ground. "Is it off?" Stiles asked moving the pillow from the top of his head slightly. "Yeah." She said rolling over and placing her head on his chest. "Snooze?" He said, she shook her head. "Probably." He nodded and pulled the covers over them, they'd have at least five more minutes to themselves.
They got to school early considering they'd allowed themselves an extra thirty minutes nap. Belle was wearing a pair of Stiles' jeans and one of his button downs that she'd tied at the bottom, when you sleep over at someone else's house constantly you learn to live with their wardrobe.
"Well, good to see you two are back to normal, but see while you two were off sleeping I was being attacked by a psycho killer werewolf!" Scott shouted effectively waking them up. "Scott buddy, it's eight in the morning, let me at least take someone's coffee before you start accusing me." She said and as if on que Lydia appeared holding a fresh cup of coffee, which Belle wasted no time stealing away from her.
"Give it back." Lydia said as Annabelle chugged the warm drink in a matter of seconds. "Sure thing sweetheart." Belle said handing her the empty cup. Lydia huffed and walked away angrily throwing the empty cup on the floor.
"You're the reason she hates me." Stiles said simply. "Oh I'm doing you a favor, she's a total idiot." She shot back. "As I recall you two used to be friends." Stiles said throwing the empty cup into the trash can. "Yeah, then she really dumbed herself down, anyways Scott, what were you yelling about?" Annabelle asked dropping the subject. "Derek threatening me." He said Anna nodded. "Right, I got that all sorted out all right, I'm handling it, just trust me on this alright." She said.
"Since when are you in league with murderers?" Stiles asked yawning. "He's not a killer." She said defensively, the bell rang signaling the start of another boring school day. She walked off ahead of them, and she still arrived late.
"Miss. Venatrix, it's so good you could join us, perhaps next time you wouldn't mind being present for the lecture." The instructor said from his desk. "Well I'll have to check my schedule and then we'll see where that leads." She said sarcastically taking her seat.
"You're schedule, really?" Danny asked from the seat next to her. "Yes, schedule, why, did you have something better in mind?" She asked smirking slightly. "Paying attention, arriving early." He suggested Belle stuck out her tongue. "That's boring Danny, come on give me something I can work with." She said.
"Locking Lydia out of her boyfriends hospital room." Danny offered up causing her to laugh. "Miss. Venatrix, something funny?" The teacher asked from the board. "Besides the fact that your zipper's down, no, not much." She said as he gasped and turned to face away from the students. "You'd do well to try and learn something while your here young lady, I doubt your parents'll be happy to hear about your first days here and your many distractions." He said.
"But sir, I have eyes only for you." She said causing him to huff and face the board.
"Smooth." Danny said after the instructor left them alone. "God given abilities, Danny, what can I say, I'm a natural." She said winking he rolled his eyes. "So why did you lock Lydia out of the hospital room?" He asked changing the subject.
"Well, I think I'm starting to have feelings for Jackson." She said Danny's eyebrows pulled together and it took him a thirty seconds to realize she was being sarcastic. "Seriously, why, because Lydia thinks you're trying to steal Jackson away from her." Danny informed her.
"What!" She shouted a little louder than she should have, she caught the attention of the entire class room. "Miss. Venatrix, is there a problem?" The teacher asked turning his attention away from the board. "Yes, I'm having trouble understanding, can you please re-explain?" She asking, it was a total lie but he bought it and started the problem again.
"Dramatic much?" Danny asked as Belle turned her attention back to him. "What do you mean Lydia thinks I'm after Jackson?" She asked. "Yeah, she's on a manhunt, she thinks you're trying to steal Jackson away so that you can date the star player." He explained and for some reason Anna figured he was quoting Lydia. "Does it really seem like I'm that superficial?" Belle asked him. "Not with those shirts." He said causing her to roll her eyes. "It's Stiles'. I slept over his house last night and I didn't have any clothes." She explained tugging on the knot, 'why'd the boy have to be so damn tall?' She asked herself. "You and Stiles are a-" she cut him off before he could finish. "No, I was walking home last night and I was way too tired to make it all the way there, so I stopped at his house." She lied, she'd needed someone, and the someone she always relied on was Stiles.
"Right, so instead of having him drive you home in the morning so you could change you wear his clothes." Danny said and she nodded. "Well, you wear it better than he does." Belle laughed as the bell rang, she collected her stuff and walked out the door, bumping into Allison.
"Hey." Anna said, Allison took her by the hand leading her away from the class. "Hey we have to get you out of here as fast as possible." Allison said, she had a tight grip on Anna's hand and by the strength Anna figured she wasn't letting go anytime soon.
"Why?" She asked trying to break free of the iron grip. "Lydia's looking for you. She's gonna kill you." Allison said Anna rolled her eyes. "Lydia always wants to kill me, what's your point?" She asked. "Annabelle!" Belle heard her name behind her and sure enough at the end of the hall stood Lydia Martin. "Well, this'll be fun." Anna said as Allison's grip faltered.
Dun-dun-dun! What do you guys think's gonna happen next? Cat fight? Will they become best friends? or is someone going to stop them from killing each other? Tell me What you think.