An: Warning, this will contain bashing of Scott, Allison, and Jackson. There will be some bashing of Lydia, but that's only because she's a real bitch for the first season. I do not own any of Teen Wolf, its characters, or it's plot. Unfortunately. I do own my original characters and the parts I added and/or changed.
The last thing Derek Hale thought he would be doing is walking through these woods again. "What are we doing here?" He asks his sister, who walks ahead of him. She hasn't said much since she told him that they'd be coming back here again.
"Taylor has been trying to get a hold of me for days." She pauses. "I only saw the missed calls yesterday." Derek can hear the stutter in her heartbeat and the break in her voice. She's lying, but Derek doesn't call her out on it. He can see her shoulders lose some of the tension upon realizing this. He knows what she's not saying. Taylor is the same age as Laura, the two used to be best friends. Taylor had been in their pack, but she left just before the fire happened. She had left to be with her mate. Patrick Fields was a man that was fifteen years older than Taylor, old enough to be her father if one allowed themselves to think that. He had come to Beacon Hills to speak to Derek's mother. Derek was never told what that meeting was about. Laura was the alpha in training. Derek was just the spare. He can only assume it was in regards to the hunters. Whatever it was, it brought Patrick to Beacon Hills and to Taylor. As soon as the two locked eyes that was it. Taylor packed her bags and left with him the next day. He was an alpha and so she joined his pack. She had promised Laura that she'd keep in touch. Back then Laura had so much hope for her future. She had all these dreams of meeting her mate, building a pack with him, and having a big family just like their mom. But then three months later their house went up in flames and all those hopes and dreams burned to the ground.
Taylor represented a different lifetime for Laura. She's not the same naive and hopeful girl she once was. She has the hardness that their mother once had before she grew too comfortable. Laura won't allow herself to suffer the same fate. She needed to stay prepared for all the worst case scenarios and never ever let her guard down. Derek couldn't blame her. He wasn't the same innocent little boy he used to be. Some would say he grew up too fast. Never got to enjoy his time as a teenager. A part of his childhood was gone and he would never get that back. Laura and Derek understood one another in a way only they could. Only the way a survivor who has suffered greatly could understand.
"Why are we here though?" Derek pushes only because he needs to know. Why come back here? This place, the history behind it was something Derek and Laura kept locked away. They both refused to talk about it, to acknowledge it. Instead they force themselves to forget and act as if everything was okay. It wasn't healthy. The heavy weight of despair weighed on them every day. The burden of Derek's secrets rests in his stomach like a lead weight, making him ill every time he allows himself to think about it. So why are they back here again? Walking through Beacon Hill's Preserve. Why?
"She left a message saying she had something she had to tell me. She tells me to meet her here tonight because she felt it was too important to say over the phone." Derek's brows furrow.
"Why the preserve?"
"Its neutral grounds." Laura says simply. This was where their mother held all her meetings with the other alphas. She didn't own the preserve the state did, which makes it neutral territory. The thick woods allowed for privacy from the curious humans, while also large enough to accomodate any fights that may break out between the wolves. It has been known to happen, especially between emotional alphas. The woods also had a way of calming their wolves.
Tonight he felt different in these woods though. He didn't get the familiar douse of calm. His wolf didn't relax, but instead he felt it tense. Pacing like a lion in its cage. The woods had a heavy feel to it, a tension. It made it difficult for him to breathe. It's as if the very air was choking him. The pressure is thick and constricting. A dark and foreboding feeling surrounds these woods. It's as if it's a warning to his wolf. He's itching to leave, to run and not look back, but he forces himself to continue forward. Laura is his alpha. He will follow her orders and put his trust in her as he has always done.
"What could she possibly have to tell you? I didn't even know she came back here."
"Neither did I. Her pack resides in Riverside." A very tiny town, much like Beacon Hills. It's three hours from here with Red Oak between them, which is controlled by Satomi. Satomi wasn't a big fan of other alphas crossing through her territory, especially Patrick Fields' mate. Her and Patrick have history and not much of it is good. Why would Taylor risk coming here? What was so important? "We're here to find out why she's here and what is so important that she couldn't tell me over the phone." Laura says.
"Then we'll leave?" He hated how weak he sounded asking this, but this town held so much pain. Being here hurts too much. Laura turns and stares at him, a knowing look in her eyes.
"We'll leave as soon as we can." Her tone is almost apologetic, but he can't be mad. As the alpha it's her responsibility to assess the dangers and even though this isn't their territory anymore they both feel it's their duty to protect it.
"Okay." The two step into the clearing. The same one where many meetings have taken place. It's one of three places in these woods that meetings are held. One is in the abandoned factory and the other by the root cellar. Derek's glad the clearing is where Taylor chose the meeting. He couldn't handle returning to the root cellar and he prefers to be outside rather than inside the factory, he'd feel too trapped by the walls.
"What time did she say she'd be here?"
"As soon as the moon rises, but she said she'd wait until it sets." And yet she wasn't here. They look around but the area is empty. Derek takes a deep breath and freezes.
"I smell blood."
"Me too…" Laura trails off. They move forward, following the scent to its source. Laura suddenly stops in her tracks and Derek has to pivet to avoid running into her. That's when he spots her. Taylor or what he assumes once was Taylor. The lower half of a body lies in the dirt. He can tell it was a woman, white, judging by the length of her legs about average height if he was to take a guess. What really clued him into it being her was the tattoo. Her and Laura have matching tattoos. They got them for Laura's eighteenth birthday. The tattoo was the phases of the moon across her lower back, it was delicate and very feminine.
Derek looks towards Laura, who has grown very pale, while her eyes glow red. "Laura…" He trails off, unsure what to say. So much death has happened in their lives. Apologizing seems empty and useless. He could give her words of comfort, but those would just be stilted and cold. He settles for pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly to him.
"Whoever did this… I'm going to kill them." Derek closes his eyes as he hears the anger and pain in her voice.
"We'll make them pay." He promises her.
"She was pregnant, Derek. I can smell the baby's scent still on her. She wasn't far enough along to show, but she was enough along to carry its scent." Derek squeezes his eyes shut. "What kind of person could kill a pregnant woman? Wolf or not."
His first thoughts are the Argents. Hunters have proven just how cold and ruthless they could be towards their kind. And they call the wolves monsters. He pulls away from Laura to inspect the body. He cringes as he takes it in fully. She was completely bare, old dry blood rested between her legs. Obvious signs of rape can be detected. As he looked at where she was cut in half he could see that it wasn't a clean cut. There's claw marks as if someone literally ripped the woman in half with their bare hands. This wasn't the hunters as much as it loathed him to admit. This was a type of supernatural being. One with claws. The most likely candidate is a werewolf. The question is did they do this to her to steal her alpha status, to protect what is now their territory, or simply because she was a lone female? Or maybe this was about what Taylor had to tell them. Did her secrets create enemies? Was she killed to keep those secrets? All questions that he knows Laura will want answered.
He looks up at her and he sees the fierce determination. She won't give up until Taylor is avenged. Taylor was the last that remained of happier times and now she's gone too. Laura won't take that easily. Whoever did this will certainly wish they never angered the young alpha Hale.
Melissa takes a moment to look at her new home. It's painted a soft yellow with white trim. There's a beautiful front porch with hand carved posts and stone front steps. There's a matching deck in the back along with a stone patio and beautiful oak gazebo. Red bricks lead up to the front steps, while a paved drive leads to the two car garage. The grass has recently been cut and is a healthy green. The property has a white picket fence surrounding it, which only makes it feel more homely to her.
The house is two stories with a walkout basement and an attic. The house has a warm and comforting air about it. "So… you ready for this?" Melissa smiles as she hears the deep gravelly voice in her ear, feels and smells the warm minty breath on her neck, and feels the strong rugged arms around her waist.
"Yeah, I'm ready." She says, turning her head to look at Zion. He is intelligent, charming, and handsome. Perfect. Melissa still can't imagine how she got so lucky. She caresses his cheek, enjoying the scratchy feel of his stubble.
"Nervous?" He asks, causing her to nod.
"Yeah… it's just…"
"I know." They've been dating for over a year now and they have finally decided it was time to take the next step. They both have been hesitating on taking this step. There was a lot for them to consider. They both have kids and until three months ago Melissa was still married. But after a lot of thought and consideration they have both agreed it was time for them to take this important step. "Alright, let's do this." He says moments before he quite literally sweeps her off her feet.
"Zion!" He chuckles, the sound sending heat through her body.
"I have to do this proper." He says as he carries her up the walkway to the front door.
"I think this only applies to newlyweds." She says. He looks down at her with that crooked grin that makes her swoon.
"We'll get there eventually." Her breath catches and a blush comes across her face.
"You sound confident." His smile softens.
"You know what they say… when you know, you know."
"Yeah, well, I thought I knew it the first time too." She doesn't mean to say it like that, but it's the truth.
"Yeah, but I'm not him." He opens the door and steps through. "And I play for keeps and when I get them I don't let go." Her heart pounds in her chest. She draws his face towards her and kisses him.
"Jeez, dad, you're so cheesy." Melissa pulls away to see Roxanne standing by the stairs with a grin on her face. The girl is a lot to get used to. She's an outspoken, impulsive, and confident girl. She's a lot like what Melissa used to be before her marriage fell apart. Melissa admires the girl a lot, but she has come to realize how wonderful her own parents were for being so patient with her. Melissa intends to be the same to this girl because this girl needs a mother.
"Well, hello to you, Roxie." Zion grins before setting Melissa back onto her feet. "And I may be cheesy, but I'm hearing no complaints from Melissa." Roxanne rolls her eyes.
"That's because she's super sweet. She's way too good for you."
"Ouch." Roxanne just grins.
"So, Erica wants to have a slumber party at her house. A last day of summer thing. Cool if I go?"
"It's a school night." He says instantly as he closes the front door.
"But, dad come on, it's the last day of summer. And it's just a sleepover."
"Okay," He says, putting up one finger. "First off you forget I know Erica's parents and I know for a fact they will easily supply the alcohol without question." Roxanne makes a face, but doesn't deny it. "Second, you have school tomorrow and I know you girls will get absolutely no sleep. Third, Mel and I are working the night shift tonight and I want you to stay home with Scott." Roxanne's eyebrows shoot up.
"He's sixteen, not six. I think he can manage to be here on his own."
"Roxie, it's his first night in this house and I think it'd be nice if you two got to know each other. I want us to be a family." Roxanne sighs, while Melissa's heart aches. Zion has been so good to her and Scott both. He isn't trying to replace Scott's father, but he is trying to be there for her son as a male figure. He is trying so hard for them all, to make them all feel comfortable. He really wants to make them a family and it fills her heart with warmth.
"Fine." Roxanne huffs.
"Zee, let her go. It's her last day of summer. She deserves to enjoy it." Melissa says softly.
"It's fine, Melissa." Roxanne sighs.
"I just know how you are, Roxie. You're a sloppy drunk." Zion grins.
"Oh fuck you." Roxanne laughs. That's one thing that Melissa had a hard time coming to understand. The father and daughter were very open and they talked to each other in a way that would make most horrified, but for some reason it just fits for them.
"Right back at you, little fuck." He grins before moving and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Dad!" She shrieks as he begins to spin. "Stop!" She laughs. Melissa watches the scene with a smile. She loves seeing the two of them together. She only wishes her ex-husband was as good of a father as Zion is.
"Um…" Melissa looks over to see Scott standing by the stairs.
"Hey, Scott, what do you need, buddy?" Zion asks with Roxanne still over his shoulder.
"Dad! Put me down." She giggles.
"Sure thing, Roxie." She squeals as she is tossed onto the couch, bouncing slightly. Zion grins before glancing back at Scott.
"I was just looking for my lacrosse things."
"Oh, I put them over there. Wasn't sure where you wanted it to go."
"Thanks." Scott says before walking away. Melissa watches him go with slight disappointment. He has reassured her that he's happy for her, but he hasn't made much effort to connect with Zion or Roxanne. He spends most of his time in his bedroom whenever the two are around. She tried to talk to him about it, but he just shrugs it off. He's always been a bit awkward around people, but she had hoped he'd warm up to them eventually. If anything he just has grown more distant.
"Hey, Scott, why don't you and Rox have a movie night? Zion and I will be working late tonight." Melissa says.
"Hey, that sounds like fun." Zion says. "We have a bunch of snacks in the kitchen you can eat."
"Oh, well, I was going to turn in early. I want to get a good's night sleep for tomorrow."
"Oh, come on, Scott. You're sixteen live a little." Melissa says.
"I didn't hear that when I wanted to go to a slumber party." Roxanne says, earning a look from Zion.
"It'll be a good chance for you two to bond." Melissa adds, pretending not to hear Roxanne, she knows the girl didn't mean it in a bad way.
"We don't really have the same taste in movies." Scott says and Melissa can see Roxanne roll her eyes.
"I don't bite, Scott." She says tiredly.
"Why don't you both pick a movie to watch." Melissa suggests.
"Fine." Scott says before heading out of the room. Melissa and Zion exchange a look.
"Jeez, you'd think I was diseased or something." Roxanne mumbles before climbing off the couch. "Well, I'm going to break the news to Erica that I'm not coming over. Have a good night at work." She says, giving a kiss to her father's cheek and hugging Melissa.
"Thanks, sw- Rox." Melissa says with a smile.
"No problem." Roxanne heads out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom.
"You know, she won't mind if you call her by nicknames. I think she would actually like it." Zion tells her as he leans against the arm of the couch. "Just don't call her Roxie. That's my nickname for her and she only tolerates it from me."
"Are you sure? I don't want to overstep in anyway…"
"Mel, Rox loves you. She never had a mom. I wish that wasn't the case, but her mom…" He sighs and runs a hand over his head. "Rox loves you. I never seen her connect so well with someone before. You aren't the first woman she's been around, but you're the first she has actually accepted. Hell she has more than accepted you." Tears appear in Melissa's eyes.
"I always wanted a daughter." He smiles gently at her.
"Come here, sweetheart." She moves forwards and he takes her into his arms. He kisses her temple. "This is a good thing, Mel. We need to take this next step and I really think given time we all could be a family." She closes her eyes and melts into his arms.
"I want that. I really do."
Roxanne smiles as she sees Erica's face. "Hey, E."
"Hey, Rox. So, what time are you coming over?"
"Never." Roxanne sighs.
"What do you mean?"
"My dad wants me to spend bonding time with Scott. Dad and Mel are working the night shift, so they want me to do a movie night with Scott."
"Ew." Erica wrinkles up her nose. "Is he still fleeing the room when he sees you?"
"No, but he still doesn't stick around long." Roxanne rolls her eyes. "It's ridiculous. So he walks in on me changing? It happens. It's not that big of a deal. I got boobs oh my god, call the press, I am a girl!" Erica laughs.
"He's a virgin, what do you expect?"
"I'm a virgin! You and Linds are virgins. I don't see any of us fleeing with our tails between our legs when we see some nudity." Erica raises an eyebrow.
"Porn so doesn't count." Roxanne shrugs.
"Still, I think he's being overly dramatic."
"Well, yeah, he's a guy. They're all dramatic." Roxanne grins at that. "It sucks that your dad won't let you sleep over. Can I come over?"
"And ruin the bonding between Scott and I?" Erica sighs.
"Lindsay's going to be disappointed."
"You can still do it without me. You don't need me to have a fun time."
"No, but you make it better." Erica tells her.
"Blame my dad."
"Never. I love your dad." Erica says passionately. "He basically saved my life."
"He definitely improved it." Roxanne grins.
"He saved it, Rox. I feel strong, confident, and healthy. I only wish he came sooner."
"He wouldn't have helped you until you were thirteen."
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know." Roxanne shrugs. "It's sort of his rule."
"Well, either way, I'm happy you guys moved here three years ago." Erica has really changed since Roxanne and her father entered her life. Her hair is thick, bright, and curled looking like spun gold. Her blue eyes are bright and full of life. Her skin has a healthy glow to the otherwise white skin. She has also lost a lot of weight since Zion cured her of her disease. She has become a tall, voluptuous, beautiful woman. She is now confident in herself and comfortable in her own skin.
"Did you hear Lydia is throwing a huge party? She's calling it 'The Last Day of Freedom'." Roxanne says.
"Hmm? And we weren't invited?" Erica pretends to be surprised, which makes Roxanne laugh.
"She sees you as a threat since your makeover."
"Me as a threat?" Erica asks in surprise. "Rox, it's you that she's scared of. She finds you intimidating. It's you she's threatened by. I mean, you're gorgeous, Rox and you are confident in a way that she isn't. She hides behind the dumb girl stereotype and you're real. Your who she wishes she was." Roxanne is taken aback by Erica's words. Personally, she never really thinks much about herself. Naturally her hair is a wild mess of curls and is always more trouble than it's worth. She is rather skinny with small boobs, she doesn't have the curves that Erica has or the big breasts. Roxanne considers herself cute, but also young. She doesn't see herself as a beautiful woman.
Erica sighs, knowing too well how stubborn and oblivious Roxanne can be. So she lets the topic drop."Alright, I should call Linds and let her know the plans are off tonight. I'm also hungry, so I got to get a quick bite." This makes Roxanne grin. "I'll see you tomorrow at school. Love you, Rox."
"Love you, E."
"One day we may find your Prince Charming and I hope he will show you just how gorgeous you are."
"Thanks, Erica." They hang up and Roxanne grabs her trusted dvd of The Lost Boys, the one vampire movie that she truly enjoys. That and the vampire diaries, but that's a tv show and she likes the lore more than the drama.
"Scott! You coming down to watch movies?" She asks. She would at least try for her dad and Melissa. They don't ask for much afterall. Scott doesn't answer her, causing her to huff. "Seriously, Scott? I hardly have boobs, you're making this into such a thing." Roxanne rolls her eyes. "And you wonder why you don't have a girlfriend and are not popular." She mumbles under her breath before making her way down the stairs. If he doesn't want to watch with her then fine, she'll watch her babies by herself. She absolutely adores the Lost Boys. She can't pick who is her favorite and why should she really? Can't she have them all?
The thought makes her grin. She puts the dvd in, grabs her snacks, and curls up on the couch. She pulls down her favorite blanket from the back of the couch and snuggles in as the opening song plays. She snacks on her own trail mix. M 's (the peanut butter ones because yum), chocolate chips, cashews, peanuts, and dried peaches. She hums in pleasure as she eats her mixture, while sipping on her soda.
She looks around at her home, which is so cozy and welcoming. The living room is a sunken living room with a leather couch that is well worn in and plush, a loveseat equally as plush and worn in, and an oversized leather armchair. The furniture is all a deep chocolate color, the couches each have a warm blanket that has pretty patterns on it. The blankets serve two purposes, to decorate the room in soothing patterns and to keep the residents warm on the chilly nights.
The tv is large and sits on a long coffee table with about every current console available resting beneath. To the right of the couches is an entire wall of bookshelves that is jammed packed with video games, movies, and tv shows. The room is painted a soft orange, which seems to glow when the lights shine on it. The room has that warm feeling to it and looks lived in. There have been plenty of places that Roxanne has been where the houses feel more like a picture in a magazine rather than an actual home.
She's not sure how having Melissa and Scott living here will change her home, but she hopes the changes they bring are good. She really won't last if Scott keeps up this bullshit.
A noise from outside has her tensing. She quietly places her bowl back on the table in front of the couch and gets up. She makes her way towards the door. She doesn't have any weapons but she doesn't need one. She opens the door as quietly as possible and slips out the door. As she steps onto the front porch she can see someone else in the shadows, looking for a way onto the roof. She walks quietly up behind him. He doesn't seem to hear her or notice she's there behind him. She grabs a hold of him and slams him against the wall with a surprising amount of strength. She bares her teeth at him, her two canine teeth rather sharp and long.
Stiles Stilenski lets out a shriek as he is suddenly pushed against the wall. "Seriously?" Roxanne can't help, but say. She raises an eyebrow at the boy. "You sound like a dying cat." His eyes widen as he takes in her appearance. She's absolutely beautiful. He has seen her around before, but he has never been nearly this close before. Her curly hair is wild and thick, looking as if she either walked through a tornado or had the best fuck of her life. The thought goes right down to his cock. Her eyes are a dark brown, but he can see flecks of gold mixed in. The eyes are gorgeous and big. They draw him right in and fill him with warmth and the feeling of safety. He feels the tension leave his body. She won't hurt him. He doesn't know how he knows this, he just does. Looking into those eyes he feels so many indescribable emotions.
He takes a moment to look at the rest of her. She isn't overly tall, just a few inches shorter than him. She is skinny with soft curves and small round breasts. She's wearing a black band tee, an old Led Zeppelin shirt with a pair of gray skinny jeans and a pair of black combat boots.
As their eyes meet a second time everything just seems to fade around them as if they're in their own personal bubble and nothing exists outside it. Before he can even comprehend what he's doing he's brushing a curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She leans into his touch, causing both of them to take in a sharp breath. Electricity runs up his arm at the feel of her skin. His heart pounds inside his chest. She's so gorgeous with her plush lips, smooth cheeks, and round eyes. Her skin is a rich brown and absolutely flawless. It's soft and smooth, but cold. His brows furrowed with concern at just how cold she feels. It wasn't that cold out. There's a bit of a damp chill in the air but her skin is like ice.
The front porch lights turn on, causing them to jump apart in fright. "Stiles? What are you doing here?" Stiles wants to laugh at just how oblivious his best friend is. Not even noticing the awkward air between Stiles and Roxanne or just how close they're standing beside one another. No, Scott is just focused on Stiles' presence.
"You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asks, cocking his head like a puppy.
"I thought you were a predator."
"A pred-" Stiles sputters out in laughter, grinning over at Roxanne, who looks just as amused. He shakes his head to clear it and focus on the whole reason he's here to begin with. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department and even state police." Stiles watches their reaction to the news. Scott just looks confused, while Roxanne looks curious and concerned.
"For what?" Scott asks.
"Two joggers found a dead body in the woods." Stiles grins. His eyes shooting back over to Roxanne, unable to stop himself. His smile softens and he can feel the butterflies in his stomach start to flutter. She gives him a twisted grin, which only makes his cock weep. Goddamn, she's sexy. He can just imagine that grin on her face as she makes her way down to his cock. He would love to see those plump lips wrapped around his cock.
His breath is a bit heavier and he's staring at her with parted lips. His imagination running wild once more.
He can imagine those long fingers spreading his cheeks and stretching his hole. He has a thing for anal. Granted he has only tried it a few times, but whenever he has that toy up his ass and his fist wrapped around his cock his orgasms are always the most powerful.
Roxanne licks her lips, causing his heart to stutter. Her eyes run up his body, zoning in on the obvious bulge in his pants before meeting his eyes. That wicked little smile once more slipping onto her face.
"A dead body?" Scott asks, drawing both Roxanne and Stiles' eyes towards him, unknowingly breaking up a moment between the two. Stiles has to swallow a few times to be able to speak without his voice cracking.
"No, a body of water." The quip comes out of his mouth without any real thought. He could be half asleep and still have his sarcastic remarks come easily. Sarcasm is like second nature to him and is an automatic response. "Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Roxanne snickers at that, making that warmth spread through him once more. Thank god it's dark and Scott is oblivious or he would have been another person to notice Stiles erection.
Beacon Hills is the typical small town where the worst crime is a smashed mailbox or graffiti on the walls. There has never been any murders. Of course, this could be not murder, but if it wasn't then why was she cut in half? Stiles can feel the excitement coursing through his body. Crime has always interested him, maybe due to his father being the sheriff. He watches ID like some watches porn. Granted, he watches a ton of porn too, he is a teenage boy afterall, but ID is right up there with porn for him.
Although… Roxanne is slowly becoming top tier for him. He glances at her again. He has only seen her in passing, never really took the time to look at her before. She was always someone Scott mentioned but Stiles never really took time to acknowledge her. This is the first time they actually have been near one another like this. Without a crowd of people around to distract him. And Stiles can safely say that Scott is a complete idiot. How he can actually dislike this girl is outstanding. Scott always bitches about Roxanne, but Stiles would kill to get to see this girl everyday. And Scott actually complains about seeing her naked. Stiles questions his friend's sanity everyday.
"You mean like murdered?" Scott asks, drawing Stiles out of his inner rambling. God his cock is really starting to hurt. He's never been so hard in his life.
"Nobody knows yet. Just a girl, probably in her twenties."
"Hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott cuts in.
"Finally asking the right questions." Stiles hears Roxanne mumble to herself, causing Stiles to grin.
"That's the best part. They only found half." Stiles can't stop the excitement from showing in his voice, his grin split so big it's almost ready to tear his cheeks. "We're going."
"Stiles-"
"Ah-ah, no. We. Are. Going." Stiles says forcefully. He turns to Roxanne who looks pretty interested. "Did you want to come with?" He asks before he can lose his nerve. "It's probably better than staying here by yourself."
"No, she can-" Scott starts, no doubt ready to ditch her.
"Sure, it sounds fun. I'd love to go body hunting with you." She grins.
"Cool. Why don't you go change, Scott." Stiles says. "Grab a flashlight too. I only got the one." Scott glares at Stiles. "Go, you're wasting valuable time." Scott huffs before heading inside.
"I don't think he's too happy." Roxanne says dryly.
"Don't take it too hard. Scott doesn't do well with sharing." Stiles grins at her.
"Is that what it's about?" Roxanne asks. Stiles hesitates. He doesn't want to bad mouth his best friend, especially behind his back. Roxanne seems to understand. "Thanks for inviting me. I'm just going to go grab a jacket real quick."
"Yeah, sure, of course, you wouldn't want to get cold." He thinks back on her cold skin. She shoots him another grin before heading inside. "Shit." Stiles says, running a hand over his head. He hasn't been this attractive to someone since the third grade when Lydia Martin smashed that cupcake in his face. But not even Lydia got him this worked up. Lydia is gorgeous, smart, powerful, but she lacks compassion and she hides behind that dumb girl routine that Stiles hates so much. He barely knows Roxanne but already he can feel himself liking her. Those twisted grins, mischievous eyes, tight body…
Stiles takes a deep breath and tries to will his erection away. He pictured the worst thing imaginable, Coach Finstock in a tiny black dress. It nearly caused him to puke, but it did the job of making him flaccid again.
"Okay, I'm ready. Now we're just waiting on Scott." Stiles opens his eyes and looks at Roxanne. She's wearing a green cargo jacket with a ton of patches on it.
"That's a cool jacket. I like all the patches."
"Oh, thanks. My dad and I did it. We make a patch every time we visit a new place."
"You have a lot of patches."
"Yeah, my dad and I like to travel. We used to go for a few weeks every summer to some new exotic place. But we haven't done that in a few years now. Real life just seemed to have gotten in the way." She seems a bit saddened by that, looking at one of her patches with longing.
"You guys should do it again. It's good for making memories." Stiles says, causing Roxanne to smile.
"Yeah, maybe if Scott gets his head out of his ass then the four of us can go someplace." He knows she means her dad, Melissa, Scott, and herself, but the idea of going somewhere with her on a vacation of sorts is enticing.
"Let's get this over with." Scott sighs as he walks out.
"Oh, come on. It's going to be fun." Roxanne says, earning herself a glare from Scott, which she ignores.
"You don't mind riding in the back do you?" Stiles asks.
"Nah, I don't mind. I'm the smallest, so it only makes sense." She says as she climbs up into his jeep. He can't stop himself from staring at her ass. She has a small tight ass. He likes boobs, any straight male would, but he has always had a thing for butts. All he wants is to squeeze that tight ass and maybe bite into the round cheek. He bites his lip, fighting the urge to give into his desires.
"Are you coming or what?" Roxanne asks. Fuck, if that doesn't turn him on. He takes a steady breath and hops into his jeep. Scott gives him a confused look, but follows after him.
They drive down the road towards the entrance to the preserve. The Davis house is just a little ways down from the preserve, they could have walked there in about thirty minutes. In the car it only took five minutes to get there.
With the help of Stiles, Roxanne Davis climbs out of the jeep. The two of them went back towards the gate. The sign on the rope says no entree after dark, but neither pay it any mind. Stiles holds the rope down so she can step over it without tripping.
"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott grumbles as he climbs out of the car reluctantly.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing happens in this town." Stiles says as Roxanne holds the rope down for him. She does the same for Scott, but he doesn't even spare her a glance, causing her to roll her eyes.
Roxanne follows after the boys as the two go back and forth. She never spent any time around Stiles, only seeing him in passing. She heard all about him from Erica, which makes her feel guilty. Erica has had a crush on Stiles ever since the third grade. He was the only one who actually showed any concern towards her. Roxanne can see why Erica likes Stiles. He isn't tall and strong like some of the guys at school, especially the lacrosse players. He is very skinny and is only a few inches taller than her. His hair buzzed short and he has beautiful brown eyes that are big and doe like. Most would say he was simply cute, much like they say about her. Not sexy or gorgeous, but Roxanne isn't most people. She finds him very attractive. Those eyes are so captivating and make her insides squirm. He has those long fingers and full plush lips. He's wearing those skinny jeans that make his ass look fantastic and he's wearing a graphic tee with a zip up over it.
She has been Erica's friend for three years, ever since she moved here and her dad became Erica's doctor. Out of all the guys… Roxanne hates her attraction to Stiles because she knows it'll hurt Erica. It's not like Roxanne can help it. She can't help who her singer is. She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent. He smells like cinnamon and vanilla. She breathes deeper, fighting back a groan as she smells the coppery and strawberry scent that lies beneath his skin.
"Rox? Are you coming?" She opens her eyes and looks at Stiles. All of her instincts are screaming at her to kiss him, to claim him, to bite him. She licks her lips, her eyes falling to the vein in his neck. She takes a deep breath of his scent before looking back at him.
"Yeah, I'm coming." She makes her way towards him. "Sorry, I got lost in my own head." Stiles nods and the two walk through the woods with Scott.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asks.
"Huh! I didn't even think about that."
"Hopefully the good half." Roxanne says, throwing a grin at Stiles. He laughs, his eyes fill with amusement, and his smile shows off his perfect teeth.
"Question of the century. Which is your favorite half?"
"Hmm… cocks or butts in my case." She says. "I like a nice cock, after all it does most of the work. I want one that can reach all the sweet spots and stretch me well." Stiles sputters at just how blunt she is, his cheeks heating up. She grins as she hears his heartbeat pick up in tempo and smell the precum beginning to leak out of his steadily hardening cock once more. "But cocks aren't attractive once they are flaccid. They're all wrinkly and soft. Butts, however, are always attractive except when shit is coming out of them, obviously. I like a nice round ass, soft and squishy. Gives me something to grab when I'm being fucked five ways to Sundays." Stiles' jaw drops, staring at her in shock and arousal. "But this isn't a male body, so I guess I'll have to think about the boobs. I'm straight, but I can admit boobs are nice to look at. Soft and round with pretty nipples. I'd still say butts though, mostly because I'm a straight girl and I have always had a bigger ass than boobs." She says, looking down at her own chest. Stiles swallows hard, looking at her small chest as well. Her eyes meet his. "So, what's your answer?" She fights back smiling as she sees how he has to clear his throat and take a few breaths before answering.
"Vaginas are like cocks. They're nice in practice, but they're not all that attractive to look at. I like breasts, a lot," He blushes. "They're nice to touch and play with. I still like the butts more though, for the same reasons you do. I like looking at them, touching them, and when sex is involved I imagine it's good for levage. Plus when a girl's pregnant her boobs get too sensitive to touch. Their butts don't." She grins and knocks into him.
"If you wanted to squeeze my ass so bad, you could have just asked." She said it mostly to see his reaction, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the idea of Stiles' hands all over her ass. Stiles sputters, the tent in his pants growing and the color to his cheeks darkening. She does wonder how he knows about the pregnant boob thing, but she can imagine Stiles is simply too curious for his own good. She had heard the rumor about the paper he gave Finstock.
"Scott!" It sounds almost strangling. "What's your opinion? Boobs, vaginas, or butts?" Stiles asks. They turn to see Scott staring at them horrified.
"Oh, come on, don't be a prude. You're a teenager for Christ sake." Roxanne says, rolling her eyes. Scott needed to get that stick out of his ass.
"Sorry, not all of us are whores." Scott spats, causing Roxanne to freeze.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not the one going around the house naked." Anger rushes through Roxanne.
"No, you're just the one that barges into the bathroom without knocking!"
"You left the door unlocked! If you didn't want to chance someone coming in then you should have locked it!"
"My dad doesn't like doors locked in case something happens. If I slipped in the shower and hurt myself then it's take longer for my dad to get to me."
"You didn't even cover yourself."
"Because I had just gotten out of the shower and you just burst inside. I was in shock and you fled real fast before I even could cover myself."
"Hey, hey, guys, stop fighting." Stiles says, getting between them. "It was just a joke Scott. If you don't want to answer then don't answer, but don't call Roxanne a whore." Roxanne's heart flutters at the protective growl in his voice. "And that bathroom incident was over a month ago, just forget about it. It was an accident." Of course Scott told Stiles. Roxanne rolls her eyes. "How about we just move on and focus on why we're out here. Let's go find that body, alright? Come on." Roxanne follows Stiles, while Scott reluctantly follows suit. She's still angry at Scott's audacity to call her a whore. She hasn't even been touched by anyone but herself! And she was certainly not hoping he'd walk in on her after she got out of the shower. She may be outspoken and blunt, but that doesn't make her a whore. A whore is a girl who sleeps around with a bunch of guys. She isn't like that. She's the type to commit. She's not a prude, but she's not a whore either. "Rox, forget about it. You're not a whore." Stiles whispers reassuringly. "Whores barely cover themselves up and they'll spread their legs for any willing guy. That's not you."
"You barely know me." Their eyes meet.
"I know enough." Her breath catches at the intensity in his eyes.
"What if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asks from behind them. Stiles pauses and looks away from Roxanne.
"Also something I didn't think about." Roxanne laughs at Stiles' honesty. They make their way to a steep hill and begin to climb it.
"It's…" Scott starts breathlessly. "Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to details." Scott pants.
"I know." Even Stiles sounds out of breath. Roxanne laughs.
"Keep going, Stilenski, we're almost at the top."
"Sure." Her eyes widen as she feels his hands on her ass. She glances back at his grinning red face. "You said I could touch if I asked. It's right in my face." She laughs at his sudden boldness.
"I don't recall you asking?" He looks a bit sheepish. "But go ahead. I can't deny you when it is right in your face." She grins, wiggling her hips. He groans.
"You're killing me." She only laughs in response.
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott wheezes.
"I told you to grab one." Stiles sighs. "Come on, we're almost there." They reach the top and Stiles trips up and lands on the ground. He squirms forward as they see the lights up ahead.
"Shit. It's your dad and the cops." Roxanne says as she lays on the ground beside him.
"Wait." He says, looking for a break in the lights. "Come on." Roxanne jumps to her feet and runs with Stiles. She grabs his hand so they don't get seperated. Running was always something Roxanne enjoyed. This was no way her full speed, but it's still enough to get her blood pumping and her excitement growing. A huge grin comes onto her face. Stiles laces their fingers together, tightening his grip on her hand. She squeezes back and dodges the lights and trees.
"Stiles!" She hears Scott shout like an idiot. The whole point is to not get caught. What the hell is he doing? Stiles pauses and stops, no doubt thinking the worst. Roxanne's eyes widen as she sees the dog nearby. She grabs Stiles and shoves him against the tree just like she did back at the house. She presses her body against his to make them as unseen as possible. Stiles' breath catches and their eyes lock. She holds a finger to her lips to single him to be quiet. He nods as the dog beside them starts barking. She turns her head, making sure Stiles can't see her face. Her eyes turn blood red, veins appear beneath her eyes, and two of her teeth lengthen. The dog lets out a pathetic whimper, putting its body as low to the ground as it can get, squirming back out of her sight. She clears her face and turns back to Stiles who looks confused and tries to see around the tree, but she pushes him back.
"Don't move or we'll be caught. I don't know what happened to the dog, but let us use it to our advantage and stay hidden, okay?" She whispers in his ear. He shivers and nods.
"Pumpkin, are you okay? What's the matter?" A man says to the still whimpering dogs.
"What's wrong with the dog?" She feels Stiles' body tense up at hearing his father's voice.
"I don't know. She just started acting all strange. Are you hurt, baby? Huh, are you okay?" Roxanne bites her lip to keep from laughing. Some badass cop he is.
"Uh huh." The sheriff says, not sounding convinced. "Stiles! You out there!" Her eyes widen and she looks at Stiles.
"He knows me too well." He whispers in her ear.
"That and he's too damn smart. Just don't move. He can't see us."
"Stiles! Scott!" He falls quiet. "Okay, let's continue the search. Come on and Greenberg, get control of that damn dog." They wait with bated breaths until the crowd clears up.
"We have to go back." She says.
"What why?"
"Because that was too damn close. Scott nearly got us caught by your father. You know how much trouble we'd be in if we were caught. Plus, just think about how bad that looks for your dad if the state police catch his son in a possible murder investigation. That'd be so unprofessional and embarrassing for your dad."
"I didn't think about that." Stiles says, sounding upset. Roxanne can tell he cares about his father. "Let's go back. We can come back tomorrow if they don't find the body by tonight."
"Okay." They make their way back to where Scott is panting by a tree.
"What's going on?" He asks. Roxanne rolls her eyes.
"We're heading back. It's too risky to go forward with my dad so close." Stiles tells him.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, come on." They start making their way back the way they came and rain begins to fall.
"Shit." She sighs. She didn't have a hood.
"Here." Stiles says, taking off his hoodie.
"No, it's fine. I can manage."
"Seriously take it. I'll be fine." She huffs, knowing he won't take no for an answer. She slips the hoodie on and pulls the hood up. The hoodie is so warm and it smells strongly of him. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in.
She stops as she hears something in the distance. She turns her body to face that direction, looking for whatever the sound is coming from. "Everything okay?" Stiles asks as Scott pulls out his inhaler and looks where Roxanne is focused on.
"I hear something." It's only then she realizes what it is. "Get down." She yanks Stiles down to the ground and covers him with her body. A herd of deer come stampeding around trees and towards them. Scott's inhaler goes flying as he drops down and curls in on himself to protect his body from the hooves. Roxanne holds tightly to Stiles, protecting from any harm.
It takes a good solid five minutes for the last deer to pass. There are so many and all of them seem to be running from something. It fills her belly with dread. Just what is so scary that a herd of thirty plus deer goes running blindly through the woods like that. "Are you okay?" Stiles asks, checking her body over for any damage. "Why would you do that? You could have been killed-"
"I'm fine, Stiles, they jumped right over us. And it was just instincts. I recognized the sound as hooves and just reacted."
"What were they running from?" Stiles asks, making that dread only grow.
"We need to get out of here." Roxanne says. "Whatever made those deer run can't be good. Come on." She pulls him up from the ground, beginning to grow afraid. Something isn't right with these woods. She only is now noticing it. A dark atmosphere hovers over these woods, a thick cloud of tension and danger penetrates the air and chokes her.
"Guys, I dropped my inhaler. I need to find it."
"We'll come back for it in the morning. We have to go." Roxanne says, her heart beginning to pound. Everything in her is telling her to run. Take Stiles and run. Her eyes scan the woods, looking for what is making her so scared.
"Fuck you. You may be able to afford all those fancy game stations and cars, but I can't. Inhalers are expensive."
"For fuck sakes, Scott. I'll buy you a new one. Just get your ass moving."
"I don't want you or your dad's money." Roxanne grit her teeth, frustration welling up in her. She really just wants to punch Scott at this point.
"Scott-" She is cut off by his scream. She turns around just in time for him to barge into her, sending them both down the hill that they had climbed moments earlier.
"Roxanne! Scott!" Stiles yells. Roxanne's body tumbles over itself, her head slamming into the tree that Scott had previously rested on, before her body slams to the ground. She groans as her back lands hard on the rocky ground. "Rox, are you okay?" Stiles asks as he slides down the hill on his butt, getting his jeans filthy. He stumbles before rushing to her and kneeling down beside her. "Roxanne!"
"I'm okay." She groans. "Just a few aches and pains."
"Your head's bleeding." Stiles gasps.
"'M fine, I had it worse. Where's Scott so I can punch him in the nuts?" Stiles snorts. "He's right… Scott…" She opens her eyes as she hears the sudden fear in his voice. A snarl has her body tensing. She tries to sit up, but her body is still healing. She hears Scott scream. "Scott! Get off him!" Stiles rushes forward.
"Stiles, don't." She manages to sit up, groaning at the pain and fighting back the black spots. When was the last time she drank? She got so busy with the move… shit.
She focuses on the scene before her. A monstrous wolf is currently biting Stiles' shoulder, causing the boy to cry out in pain. Everything turns red for her. She jumps to her feet, ignoring the pain in her body. She rushes forward with the intent on snapping that puppy into two when suddenly a much smaller wolf comes running out of the woods, tackling the monster wolf to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Her eyes shoot over to a man helping Stiles up. She growls at him, not wanting anyone touching Stiles when he's hurt. He's hers. The man looked at her, his dark green eyes meeting her brown ones. The tension leaves her body, everything around her just disappears, all the remains are the two of them. Warmth shoots through her. She feels so safe and secure. Her body is screaming at her to go to this man, to let him take her, to let him claim her. Her core weeps with desire, clenching with the need to be full of his cock. Her breathing is heavy and her legs are trembling.
Fuck me! Claim me! Breed me!
Her mind is shouting at her, demanding she get onto her hands and knees and present herself for him. Stiles' groaning pulls them out of the trance. "Here, let me help." The man says, his voice deep and rough. He pulls Stiles to his feet and their eyes meet. She watches as they undergo the same trance. She's shocked. Triads are very rare, almost unheard of. They're said to be the most powerful mating pairs, but Roxanne had never even heard of a true triad. She thought they were just urban legends, myths that the elders tell them.
She drifts towards them. "Stiles, you're bit." She says, her voice soft and quiet. She pulls back his t-shirt to look at the wound. She sighs in relief to see the bite doesn't touch his neck. It just covers his shoulder and the back shoulder blade. It misses his neck by inches. If it had touched his neck… she didn't want to think about it.
"What was it?" Stiles whimpers.
"A wolf." They both look to the man, who is staring at them with an unreadable expression. "My sister's a med student. She can take a look at that and make sure it doesn't get infected."
"Thank you." Roxanne says, looking up at him for a second. The man licks his lips and nods. He's quite handsome. He has thick dark hair and beautiful green eyes. He's rather pale, the black clothing only enhancing that, but Roxanne likes his ivory skin. He has a strong jaw and a broad nose. His cheekbones are well defined and from what she could see in the dark his body is very fit. He's also quite tall, easily towering over both her and Stiles. It makes her feel safe, but it also makes her even hornier. God, sometimes being a teenager sucks. She's practically panting for the man.
"Who are you?" They all but forgot about Scott, who is standing some distance away, holding his side, and looking at them with confusion.
"Derek. Derek Hale."
An: If it wasn't obvious, this is a canon divergence/AU. The actors in my mind to play Zion and Roxanne are the actors from Ginny & Georgia, the father and daughter pair from the tv drama. I loved the chemistry between the actors and I really like the look of them, so they are who I had in mind for these characters. As for Laura, I'm going to have the actress Ana Walczak portray her. She is the one who is the original actress for Laura. I'll decide on an actress to portray Lindsay in the future.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It's going to follow the first season loosely with my own twist to it. This is going to be Derek Oc (Rox) Stiles ff plus already established oc (Zion) Melissa. Future ships will be Scott Allison, Danny Ethan, Lydia Aiden, Malia Kira, Lindsay (my oc) Isaac, and a future oc Erica. I'm not sure who to put Laura with, if you have any suggestions I'm open to it.
I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you thought. I'll have the next chapter up in a week. I'm hoping to post weekly.