Chapter 4: Sleepover
I never had a sleepover with girls when I was younger. No ice cream sundaes or s'mores, not even scary movies with friends. Now thinking about it I didn't have any memories of my childhood. It is all a blur. Now I'm having a semi-permanent sleepover with a mini hunter and a full fledge hunter.
Exciting.
Like a whirlwind Allison gave me a tour of the apartment as well as the guest bedroom next to hers which has a jack and Jill bathroom between us. If staying under the same roof isn't hard enough, sharing a bathroom is to the point of barely tolerable.
I'm a normal teenager girl who just so happens to live on her own whose house is 'burnt' down. I can handle everything myself, I have been for a while. Sitting on the bed with my phone and car keys to my Shelby Mustang that is downstairs in the parking garage I hear Chris coming towards my room. Thankfully Allison provided me with a pair of yoga shorts and flip flops before she dashed out the door saying she was going to check on Isaac who was in the hospital.
"Raquel, are you dressed," the hunter asks behind the door.
"Yes I'm covered," I reply as I hold a pillow to my lap.
The door eases open as he greets me with an uneasy smile. I offer one back.
"I just wanted to make sure that you are alright," he questions.
"Yeah, just a little shaken up. Just going to take the rape kit," I point to the small kit on the side table.
"Good, good. I know that you are afraid but just know that I am here if you need someone to talk to," he offers.
I nod before looking down at my hands, hoping this unpleasant conversation would end.
"Right. Well I have a few errands to run around the city, you have my number if you need anything," he responds before closing the door.
I wait till I hear the front door closes before collapsing back into the plush made bed for the next few weeks. A relief sigh escapes my lips as I reply all the events that happened.
Nogitsune, Oni, werewolves, hunters and banshee oh my.
What an eventful forty eight hours this has been.
I look at the rape kit raising my nose to it. I know for a fact that I never was so what is the point of taking it. Hopping off the bed I slide it under it before taking my phone and keys. Everyone has seem to leave why can't I? Slowly I walk down the hall to the elevator doors passing by the office that I'm banned from entering. As for as they know don't know that is where they keep some of the hundreds of weaponry they own. Everything to haunt the supernatural but I don't think for every species.
The elevator doors open and I step in as it carries me to the garage. The coldness of the garage flows off my skin as I sit in my car. I never been the flashy type but something about this car makes my heart race in excitement. Even if I can smell the stench of wolf in it. And a certainly the green eyed one known as Derek was behind the wheel. Unlocking my glove compartment, I take a few bills from my hundred stacks to go to the mall. If what I know is true is that my house and I are being monitored by my favorite wolves. Taking my role of teenager I call a few cheerleaders to meet me at the mall for some shopping. Because I live in Allison's hand me downs like seriously, no.
Four hours, one grand worth of clothes and two cheerleaders later, I return back to the Argent apartment with a set of new clothes on. Not saying Allison's style of slightly edgy boutique clothes wasn't my style but I am a few inches taller and curvier than the brunette. My black crop top and high waist pants with my platform heels is more of my taste. I even managed to get my tresses down leaving it freshly straighten down my back.
The town is buzzing; Stiles is missing. Even Maggie and Maria are a little worried while we were shopping. As much as they think he is odd and slightly weird, they fear that he is road kill somewhere. After the deaths of random people in town who wouldn't be. But I know he isn't dead, he is close but not entirely. A text message buzzes in my hand as I drop the shopping bags on the bed.
Stuck at the hospital, will be back later in the evening. - Allison.
Probably watching over Isaac, I heard her and Scott talking about it while we are in the loft. And Stiles is behind the electricity going out around town causing a few citizens to die. This demon does live up to his name. Mischievous.
A satisfied sigh leaves my bruised lips as I zip up my shirt, I feel like I just took a hit of cocaine. The warm, free feeling is addicting and puts my body at ease. My pores open up to drift an irresistible scent in the air, I will be hard to resist.
"So when are we going to do this again."
I look over my shoulder at the lacrosse player putting on his shirt. The scratch marks on his back are trickling in blood. He is built like a brick wall with skilled fingers but he is too rough for what I desire.
"Never, you will forget this happened. You will walk out of here and not look back," I command.
My voice echoes in his head as he takes demand and leaves with a glaze over his eyes.
Flexing my neck I take a seat on the bench in the boys' lacrosse locker room. The swirl of today's events ambushes my mind as I try to make sense of it all.
Stiles is back and the Coach Fitz is shot mysteriously. On top it all a fake bomb on a school bus and the real one at the police station.
I need to distance myself from this, I did a good job before so why is it hard to resist. I know the answer but I swallow it like a horse pill. Anyone can sense the danger in this situation; it would be smart to move. It would raise questions if I left in the middle of the night but I would be farther away from what is going to happen in this town.
I can't help but feel a little apathetic, all this time since Scott turned into a werewolf I could have helped. Completely against my character but I feel like I could have made a difference. These kids have no idea what is out there, the danger outside their little town.
'You have no part in this fight, it is better than being dead,' I remind myself.
Besides the wolves can handle it the situation better than I ever could.
Even if they can't be trusted, no one can be trusted.
With that statement, I gather myself walking out of the empty locker room. The halls have been evacuated from the bomb threat earlier but I can smell something in the halls. Like wet fur.
"You must tell me what fragrance you are using, it is heavenly," I hear someone ask.
Turning around I am met face to face with the older blue eyed werewolf.
"How do you know it's me," I ask folding my arms over my chest.
His gaze looks over me sinking in all of my curves.
"There is no one else here but you," he chuckles.
Feeling his laugh is not genuine, I set back causing him to step forward. I haven't been around dogs to know they can pick up on the scent. I guess with their excellent sense of smell it would be almost like catnip to cats.
"I have to go, you know study, after school activities, boyfriends," I snide looking for a way out.
"I can hardly blame you, as beautiful as you are it must be hard to keep boys at bay," he whispers stepping even closer.
"Yes boys, who I like very much," I respond turning away.
His hand wraps around my arm slamming me to the lockers. He inhales my hair as his other hand cages me in.
"There is no reason to be mean. Unlike boys in high school I am all man. I can give you things now little boy can give you," he husks in my ear.
Is this guy for real? This is truly one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed. If only he knew.
Swiftly I turn us over, him pinned to the lockers by my hand. A flirtatious smirk on my face is all a façade, but seeing how he is staring at my chest he doesn't notice.
"Let me make something clear," I say drawing my words out with seduction while pressing the heel of my palm into his chest till I hear a crack. He groans in pain but my eyes stare up into his challenging him to phase.
"Stick to women around your age. Because I'm not interested," I sneer before walking away.
The sound of my heels and his rapid heartbeat is the only thing I hear.
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