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Some of her wondered if he was being honest with her right now or just saying whatever he needed to in order to keep her calm.
Yet looking into his eyes, she saw no trace of dishonesty. Just pure sincerity that she wasn't used to from others. An unwavering promise in his gaze.
Suddenly, the fact her eyes glowed didn't seem like the end of the world. It was something she would figure out and control - despite how impossible it seemed. Regardless of how much it scared her.
"I don't know what it means…" she muttered, relaxing against his touch.
"We'll figure it out" he promised, his hands not dropping from her cheeks, "like we always do".
"What if… what if it means I'm bad?" she asked, "like Peter?"
"Hey, you are nothing like him" Stiles exclaimed, "nothing. I promise".
"You don't know that" she objected half-heartedly, that fear creeping back in.
"I do" he proclaimed, "I know you and I know you're not as half as bad as you believe you are. Just because he's your dad, it doesn't mean you're like him. Genetics are not the be-all and end-all".
"I don't know what I am" she whispered, "I'm not a werewolf… I'm clearly not completely human either…"
"It doesn't matter" he shook his head, sending her a small smile, "you're still Kayla. That's all that matters".
'You mean that?"
"Of course".
She sighed, unable to stop her lips quirking. "You're kinda cheesy, you know that right?"
"Yeah" he smirked, "but you love it".
There it was again – that word. The 'L' word. Said, just not in that context. Yet it still made her stop short, faltering. Internally freaking out over it.
"You uh… you like it" he corrected with an awkward laugh, his hands dropping from her face to caress the sides of her neck, "you like my cheese".
"Sometimes" she laughed.
"Nu uh, not just sometimes. All the time" he insisted, "trust me. I know".
"And how do you know that?"
"Because I know you" he repeated that phrase from earlier, his gaze, although soft, somewhat intense, "so suck it up".
She felt at ease, laughing as she relaxed in his presence. Forgetting all about her glowing irises.
"Cocky much" she remarked, though her giggle was light and carefree that followed.
"I think I have a right to be" he smirked, "so does me being your anchor extend to keeping you in control?"
She frowned, unsure what he meant, but he simply pressed a finger to the side of his own eye, nodding at her.
"Your eyes" he smiled, "they've stopped glowing".
"They have?" she gasped, turning to look in the wing mirrors of Stiles' jeep, relieved to find her usual shade of green eyes staring back at her, "oh thank God".
"Did I do that?" he asked, "mellow you out?"
Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised.
"Maybe" she said quietly, breathing out a sigh of relief, "I thought I would be stuck like that forever".
"If you were, it wouldn't be the end of the world" he joked, "we could get you a sexy pair of shades".
"So I can walk around looking like MI5?"
"A sexy MI5 agent" he insisted, "don't forget about that".
"I'll bare that in mind".
"So, what happened?" Stiles asked, "are Jackson and Derek alright?"
She rested back against the jeep as she summarised everything that had happened between her, Derek and Kate, Stiles' jaw nearly dropping to the ground the more she talked.
"So Kate has Derek?"
"Yeah" she sighed, "that was the deal. I could leave if Derek stayed".
"He'll be okay" he reassured, "he's always okay. I swear that man is invincible".
"I wish he was" she smiled sadly, "he's a dick, but I can't lose him. Not Derek".
"So, what are we going to do about Kate?"
"I don't know... but I don't think it's Kate who we should be worried about".
"There's someone else we should be worried about?" he gulped, his gaze becoming nervous.
"Yeah" she nodded, "Allison".
She knew Allison was a good person - hell at first glance it looked as though Allison couldn't hurt a fly - but she still had hunter blood in her and as much as Kayla hoped she wouldn't go into the family business; it was kind of impossible to escape it. Sometimes the calling of family was too strong to resist.
She liked Allison, a lot, but she hoped her friend wouldn't now view her as some sort of monster. The look in her friends' eyes when she saw her strung up against that tree, her eyes glowing like a beacon, was enough to knock the air from her lungs. The betrayal and distrust was evident, and Kayla didn't know if she could win her over.
"Wait... what?" Stiles spluttered, his mouth getting slack, "what do you mean 'Allison'? Allison what? Allison knows? How does she know?"
"Kate" was all she said, sighing in defeat.
"Kate told her?"
"Showed her" she corrected, "she saw everything. Derek changing… my eyes…"
"Oh dear God".
"Yeah. My thoughts exactly" she murmured, her head still throbbing from where she got hit, lifting a hand to touch the side of her tender head, the small gash and bump hidden by her hair.
"What?" he asked, honing in on her change of behaviour, "are you hurt?"
"I'm fine" she lied, dismissing his concern but it didn't stop him from stepping forward, sweeping some of her hair back to get a better look.
"You're hurt" he stated, cocking a brow down at her in exasperation, "you don't have to lie to me".
"I'm okay".
"Did it bleed?" he asked, "you might need stitches".
She reached up, pulling his hands down and catching his stare with a small smile on her face.
"I'm okay" she repeated, "relax".
His face was tense, a prominent frown etched between his brows.
"She hurt you".
"Yeah" she smirked, "and she'll pay for that. With her life".
"Can you at least let me clean you up?" he asked, "or are you too stubborn for that?"
"You got some fancy medical training that I don't or something?"
"No" he chuckled, "just sixteen years of becoming an expert at being clumsy. So, is that a yes?"
"Sure" she smiled, "you can take me back to my motel".
He winced, "You sure you don't want to just stay at mine?"
"And give your dad another coronary?" she laughed, "think I'll pass".
"Pfffft" Stiles waved his hand out, "he's chill… I think".
"He freaks out a little whenever he finds me in your room unsupervised" she smirked, "obviously he thinks I'm going to corrupt you".
"But he won't think that if I'm staying with you in your motel?" he gulped.
"Stiles…" she grinned, "who said anything about you staying over?"
She was being playful, her eyes bright and dancing with coy flirtatiousness, causing him to blush.
"Uh… heh… I wasn't… I mean, I didn't… unless… well… that's not…"
"Do you want to stay over?"
"Do I want to…? Uh…" he awkwardly lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck that was flushed and sweaty, snorting out a strained laugh, "stay… wi-with you… all night…?"
"It's a simple yes or no question Stiles".
"Simple?" he wheezed.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat but - as predicted - no words came out. Having to resort to a painfully cringy nod. Honestly, he had no idea what she saw in him.
"Good" she smirked, turning around and opening the jeep door, "I'll give you directions".
Directions that lead them back into the depths of the parts of Beacon Hills that no one acknowledged or spoke about, Stiles suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"You're staying here?" he asked, quirking a brow at the run-down shabby motel that honestly looked as though it should have been closed fifty years ago, "wasn't there anywhere better?"
She shrugged from the passenger seat, "It was cheap, and I wanted somewhere with not a lot of people about. Remember, I seem to be making everyone horny?"
"Right" he winced, parking in an empty spot, "still… I'm a little offended you picked here instead of mine".
"It's not too bad. I've stayed in worse".
He followed her through the parking lot, up the three steps and hovered as she leant down to slot her key in the lock and let the door swing open.
The walls were painted a sickly faded lemon, with questionable stains splattered across them. An old-fashioned oak desk pressed under the window, where dusty white nets hung. The TV, small and bulky, sat atop a rickety unit. The bed was surprisingly large and looked somewhat comfy, the spinning overhead fan slow and noisy.
"I didn't want to be easily found" she explained, "by mom, Jane, the Argents… Peter. Who would check a place like this?"
He saw her reasoning, but it was sad she had to think like that.
"You would have been safe at mine" he reassured her.
"But you might not have been" she said quietly, "I could be putting you in danger. Danger from Peter, or now the Argents-"
"Do you think that matters to me?"
She exhaled a slow breath, giving him a sad look. "No, but it should".
"Take a seat" he instructed gently, "let me see if I can find a first aid kit and get you fixed up".
She, surprisingly, did as she was told, sitting on the edge of the bed. He searched for the kit, whereas she simply watched him – her heart somewhat full. Full of what, she didn't know, but it was a reassuring feeling. A true pang of happiness vibrating in her soul.
"A-ha" he exclaimed, coming through from the bathroom with a little green first aid box and a wet cloth in his hand, "found it".
She didn't want to tell him she didn't need help because he looked so eager and proud, biting her lip as he took a seat next to her on the bed, gently pulling her hair away from her wound, wincing as he saw, in better light, the congealed blood crusting on her scalp.
"Does it hurt?"
"No" she replied, earning a disbelieving quirk of the brow from Stiles.
"Okay… maybe a little" she admitted, " but I've had worse".
She stayed still as he gently pressed the cloth against her head, careful not to make it sting as he slowly began to wipe away the dried blood – the gash on her scalp was surprisingly not that deep.
"I don't think you'll need stitches" he sighed in relief, "but Kate will if I ever get my hands on her".
"You're kinda sexy when you get protective, y'know".
His hands stilled near her head, sending her a surprised look.
"S-Sexy? Me?"
"Yes" she chuckled, "who else could I possibly be talking to?"
He nervously glanced over his shoulder, "I don't know. Maybe a ghost or something".
She rolled her eyes playfully, pulling his hands down. "I'm okay. It doesn't need bandaged".
"But-"
"I'm okay" she cut him off, "it'll heal".
"I don't like seeing you hurt" he mumbled, discarding the bloody cloth to one side, "I was freaking out thinking something really bad had happened to you".
"Have a little faith Stiles" she smirked, "I can hold my own. I'm not dying anytime soon".
"Doesn't stop me worrying though".
She knew that. She could see in his eyes how stressed and anxious he had been and still was. His honey-brown eyes speckled with fear.
She didn't know how to reassure him. Not really sure she could find the words. The entire day had been a rollercoaster, from good to bad to everything inbetween. Maybe he just needed a little reassurance…
She reached out, cupping his jaw and turning his face towards her, pressing herself forward and capturing his lips. He was caught off guard, a surprised gasp escaping his mouth as she lingered against him. Her touch immediately settled his racing thoughts until his mind was still and blissful, radiating the warmth of the sun.
In response, his hands gingerly slid into her hair, being careful not to aggravate her graze as she used her body as leverage to push him back, climbing onto his lap. Knees on either side pinning him to the bed, briefly pulling back to smirk down at him.
"You uh… you like being dominant, huh?" he chuckled, his arms splayed out beside him as he willed away the flare of blush around his face, helpless to her.
"Is that a problem?" she smirked, tilting her head to the side.
"Uh… d-definitely not a problem" he mumbled, his gaze dropping down her body before snapping back to her face, "no problem here. You can get on top of me whenever you want".
"You shouldn't give me that kind of power" she smirked, "what if I get carried away?"
He gulped, his heart thundering against his ribcage.
"C-Carried away?"
The devious upturn of her lips was both alluring and slightly terrifying, yet he found himself indulging. Unable to look away.
"I have a tendency to lose control" she whispered, her sultry stare sliding slowly down his body, "and it's taking everything in me not to tie you to this bed and ravish you until you're begging me to stop because it feels too good you think you might die".
He was dizzy, the blood draining from his head at her admission. His entire body tingling with desire.
"Wh… What's stopping you?" he gasped, her weight atop him like a goddamn blessing.
"I don't want to take your virginity in a crappy motel room" she chuckled, "well, that and we don't have condoms".
"Right" he was breathless, his voice coming out raspy and weak, "that's… they're kind of important".
"I'm surprised you don't have any in your wallet" she teased playfully.
"I thought that might come across as expectant" he gulped, "which is kinda dicky. And I've never bought condoms before. I don't know what brand or s-size or flavour to get, let alone how many. Do they have, like, a maximum mileage on them? Do they need changed after so many thrusts? I don't know".
She broke out into a fit of the giggles, finding his panic and inexperience really frigging cute. Everything about him endearing and sweet. Clearly he had put some thought into this.
"Oh great, you're laughing" he muttered in mortification, resting his hands on her knees pressed against his sides, "you're laughing at me. I've just totally turned you off, haven't I?"
"No" she laughed, shaking her head, "not at all, you're just… you're cute".
"Cute?"
"Yeah" she smiled, "cute".
"What happened to being sexy?"
"You can be both cute and sexy. They aren't mutually exclusive to each other".
"I prefer sexy" he pouted, "I'm just showing you how completely inexperienced I am, aren't I? The most action I ever got was putting the condom on the banana in sex ed class and even then, I broke it. The banana, not the condom".
She winced, unable to hide her amusement. "You broke the banana? You do realise that's meant to represent your dick, right? How hard did you manhandle it?"
"I slapped it" he said, "y'know, to warm it up".
That was it for her – her breaking point. Dissolving into another fit of laughter, throwing her head back.
"Well-" he chuckled, "-you can't just go and suffocate it without a little warning".
She was laughing so much her ribs hurt, tears of delight streaming down her face, and he just looked up at her with the biggest smile on his face, in awe of how beautiful she looked when she was happy and carefree, the weight of the world not on her shoulders.
"So is your advice I shouldn't slap it?"
Her laughter died down enough for her to grin down at him, wiping her eyes. "I'm not going to kink shame. You want to slap it, you slap it".
He reached out, brushing the back of his hand across her cheek, her skin now flushed and warm.
"I love it when you laugh" he smiled, "it's a beautiful sound".
"Sap".
"Yeah, so what?" he challenged with a grin, "what you going to do about it?"
Her laughter faded, but her smile remained. Playfully toying with the button of his slacks.
"Do you want me to do something about it?" she whispered provocatively, and he followed her movements down to watch as she popped the button, her fingertips hovering over his zip.
His throat tightened, swallowing the nerves that seized his body. Unable to help himself as he nodded, his stare stricken and focused on how she ever so slowly inched the zipper down, curving over his prominent bulge. His black boxers peeking through the open material.
Their eyes met, both heavy with arousal and need.
"If I keep going, I might not be able to stop" she warned quietly, "and that would be bad".
"I know" he mumbled, "but maybe I don't want you to stop".
Fuck.
Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, a slave to her feelings.
He made her feel good earlier, the ghost of his fingers still curled deep inside her… maybe she could return the favour. Maybe she could make him feel just as good as he did her.
She shimmied off his hips, pulling his slacks all the way to his ankles. Settling herself between his thighs as she palmed him above the material of his boxers, not looking away from his lust-filled stare.
He was breathing heavily, his vision blackening around the edges. Feeling like the use of Scott's inhaler would be needed any moment now. His slender hips, desperate and needy, bucking up off her bed from just her touch. The cotton material of his underwear was still a barrier between them.
"You made me feel good" she whispered, "now let me make you feel good".
Good was a frigging understatement.
Fucking great was more like it.
In fact, the word sensational came to mind.
She kneeled there, coaxing his boxers off his hips so he sprung free and he was sure, through his bleary-on-the-brink of-passing-out gaze, he saw her gulp needily, but also as if she was slightly intimidated by it. Seeing him in all his glory for the first time.
"Uh… heh… what?" he mumbled, "is there… something wrong with it?"
"Yeah" she swallowed, and his heart dropped, "it's fucking massive".
"Oh" he mumbled, nervously glancing down, "is it?"
"You're telling me you thought this was average?"
He half-heartedly shrugged, "It's not like us guys whip it out and compare measurements. How am I meant to know what's normal or not?"
She blinked slowly a couple of times, shaking her head in amazement before glancing up and meeting his stare.
"You're full of surprises, Stilinski".
"Good ones, I hope".
She cocked a brow, admiring him shamelessly.
"Oh, definitely good" she whispered, reaching out to touch him. Her hand seeming much smaller now wrapped around his dick and she loved it.
She took her time, kneeling there as she played with him. Leaving him gasping and spluttering, clinging to the bedsheets. Helpless yet loud at the same time. Trying to watch the way her hands curled and dragged themselves up and down his erect length, but he couldn't focus. His head was thrown back into the pillows as she tempted him to the edge, but knowing how close he was so soon, she slowed her actions, sending him a smirk.
"Not so soon Stiles" she whispered, "let me have my fun first".
His entire body was strained and rigid, unable to stop the slew of profanities that escaped his lips – all caused by just her touch. Her grip, just tight enough to be dominant, was slow and sure. Knowing exactly what she was doing. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge before pulling him back, torturing him with pleasure.
He knew it hadn't been long, but he didn't have that kind of stamina. Not yet. Unable to control himself. Her dainty little hands proving to be too much for him.
"Please" he begged, sweat dripping down his face, "please Kaylz.."
He didn't care he was pleading so desperately, needing release and needing it now. Unsure what would happen if he didn't get it.
She stayed silent, but a seductive smirk pulled at her lips as she gripped at him harder, upping her speed a little, focusing on the tip.
Within four seconds, he was a goner. Literally and figuratively. Stuttering and exclaiming words that he didn't even know were in his vocabulary as he lost himself, half-heartedly trying to grab the sheets to catch the mess he was about to make, but he was too late. The orgasm hitting him hard.
Everything left his brain for a second, his body seizing up. Losing all sense of self and awareness. A wave of tranquillity beginning to rest over him.
Sweat stung his eyes as he opened them, lifting his head a little to look at her but saw her laughing a little, cupping his length to try and stop the eruption.
"Oh shit" he winced breathlessly, "I'm sorry… I tried to catch it…"
He was sorry, but he couldn't help how sexy the sight was.
"Don't be sorry" she smirked, "that was meant to happen".
"I just couldn't last any longer…" he admitted, "you dragged that out for ages".
"Stiles" she smiled, "that was barely two minutes".
"Oh" he said, flushing a deep red, "really? Only two minutes?"
She nodded, her eyes dazzling with amusement.
"Heh… well this is embarrassing…" he muttered, suddenly feeling not so confident.
"Why?"
"Because I busted from a handjob that didn't even surpass two minutes" he groaned, "oh god, just dump me now and get it over with".
"Relax" she chuckled, "I'm talented. I know how to get the job done. If anything, you lasting that long is really just a compliment to my skills".
Well… when she put it like that.
"Heh… well…" he gulped, glancing down at her sticky hands, "you are talented. No doubt about that".
"Practice makes perfect" she smirked, stepping up from the bed and slipping through to the bathroom to wash her hands, throwing him a roll of toilet roll.
It was a throwaway comment, one that he knew she didn't mean anything by, but it did make him wonder… exactly how much practice? He was feeling a little out of his depth here, suddenly thrown into the deep end. Not that he was complaining, but his complete non-experience was glaringly obvious. She didn't seem to mind – yet – but what if she did?
He cleaned himself up, pulling his boxers and slacks back up around his hips as he rested back against the pillows, watching her walk back through and sit cross-legged on the bed next to him.
"You're worried about Derek" he guessed knowingly.
"I'm always worried about Derek" she mumbled, "he's always getting himself in trouble some way or the other".
"He'll be okay" he reassured, rubbing her back, "we'll find him".
"Yeah… I hope so".
"Come here" he coaxed her down onto his chest, holding her head against his shoulder, "get some sleep. It's been a busy day".
"I don't know if I can sleep".
"Then just rest" he mumbled, "we'll figure it out tomorrow".
She woke up with a newfound fury in her veins. Tense and on edge, pacing the length and breadth of the motel room as Stiles finally managed to get in touch with Scott, telling him to come around. In the time it took Scott to turn up, Stiles had to stop her from leaving the motel six times, all geared up and ready to let loose on the Argents.
It was dumb, she knew that, but mess with her family and there would be a price to pay. Even if most of the time she found Derek to be a major pain in the ass.
Scott knocked a couple of times on the door and Stiles hurried to open it, ushering him in quickly.
"Dude, where the hell were you? I was phoning you pretty much all night".
"I got shot" was Scott's reply, still seeming surprised by that fact.
"Y-You got shot?" Stiles asked, "and you're still alive? Cool".
"Let me guess" she muttered bitterly, "Argents?"
Scott nodded glumly, an arm involuntarily wrapping around his torso, rubbing his side.
"You got lucky" she said, "how'd you escape?".
"Derek".
Right…
"It's not just that" Scott continued, "my boss, he… he helped me".
"Your boss?" Stiles questioned, "the one that was acting so fishy we thought he was the Alpha? That boss?"
"He saved me" Scott shrugged, "helped me heal. Apparently, he knows about werewolves. He helps them".
"And he couldn't have helped weeks ago before everything went to shit?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"He has been, just in his own way" the werewolf replied, "and… wait, why are you here? This area is kind of sketchy y'know".
"Well, my father is a homicidal maniac, and my mother is a raging bitch. I'm hiding out".
"Oh. Right" Scott nodded, before looking at Stiles and realising he was still in the same clothes as yesterday, "uh… hiding out… together?"
Kayla just cocked a brow at her friend, whereas Stiles blushed a little, stuttering over his words.
"We have bigger fish to fry" she cut in, "Scott, listen… Allison knows".
Scott frowned, the words not quite making sense in his brain.
"Allison knows what?"
"That Santa isn't real" she muttered sarcastically, "what do you think I mean? She knows about werewolves".
She could visualise the buffering symbol above his head, taking a few seconds for her words to kick in.
"Wait.. what?"
"Yeah, sorry dude" Stiles winced.
"She knows? How does she know? Who told her? Does she know about me?" Scott rambled, his deep brown gaze full of panic.
"Kate" was all she said back, "and no, she doesn't know about you. When Derek and I were strung up getting tortured, we left your name out of it".
"Oh, this is bad. This is very very bad" Scott gulped, pulling out the rickety desk chair and sitting down, head in his hands, "this wasn't supposed to happen".
"Well, it has" she said bluntly, "so we need a plan because I am not leaving Derek out there with Kate. So can I count on you, Scott?"
He looked on the verge of passing out, still stuck and worried about the fact that Allison was now clued in about werewolves but, give him his dues, he nodded with resolve. A promise passing between them.
"We'll get him back" he vowed, "you can count on me".
She hoped, with all her heart, that was true.
The weekend passed with no sign of Derek. She looked; Scott looked. But nothing. It was as if he just disappeared off the face of the earth.
Enough was enough.
The past two days she was worried sick but scared to show it. Wondering, maybe selfishly, if this was just another person she was going to lose.
She couldn't have that.
Something had to be done.
She opened her duffel, pushing her clothes and shoes aside to find her final resort.
A gun.
A simple sleek black 9mm handgun, already fully loaded. The safety on, just in case.
She wasn't a big fan of guns, but she knew how to handle them. Sometimes they were a necessity.
Maybe it was time the Argents got a taste of their own medicine.
She was normally relatively logical, but not when it came to those she cared about. Not when it came to family. When they were in the crossfire, all bets were off.
She grabbed her leather jacket, slinging it around her shoulders before storming from her room, headed determinedly in one direction and one direction only.
The Argent house.
She was done playing nice.
Fed up with this dance they were doing.
They knew her family were werewolves. She knew they were hunters. Maybe it was time they showed what they were capable of.
Her pace was quick and heavy, storming through the streets of Beacon Hills with purpose, the gun tight in her grasp. Wasting no time as she hurried up the path, Allison's car conveniently gone. The large wooden doors were no feat for her as she furiously lifted her leg, kicking out at them with so much force the lock splintered, the door caving open.
She pushed her way in, seeing them all crowded in the living room, the fire crackling between them. Her eyes landed on Kate and, without hesitation, she snapped the safety off, pointing the gun directly at her head.
The woman in question smirked, placing her coffee cup slowly on the coffee table as Chris jumped to his feet, pointing his own gun at her whilst Victoria stood, her stony gaze glowering at her.
Surprisingly, her hand was steady. Ready to do whatever it took.
"Give me Derek" she demanded, "or I blow your brains out".
Kate stood from the sofa, an amused taunting smile pulling at her lips.
"Drop the gun" Chris demanded, "or I put you down".
She ignored him, focused solely on one person and one person only - the aim of the gun unwavering from the middle of her forehead.
"That's not going to be possible, littlest Hale" Kate shrugged, "but you knew that already before you barged in here, didn't you?"
"Let him go" she glowered, "he has done nothing to any of you".
"Oh sweetie" Kate mocked, "he's a werewolf. That's bad enough".
"Drop the gun" Chris ordered again, "do as I say, or you end up in the hospital. Or worse, the morgue".
"You think I care?" she exclaimed, throwing him a nasty glare, "you and your family have already taken everything from me. What have I got left to lose?"
Chris' gaze faltered, lowering the gun a little as he watched her on the verge of desperation.
"Let him go" she said to Kate, "he's useless to you".
"Well... that's not entirely true…"
"Take me instead" she propositioned, "just let him go. He's been through enough as it is".
"Oh, a trade" Kate laughed, throwing her head back in glee, "this is exciting".
"It's a good offer" she said, still not dropping the gun, "take me, and I won't pull the trigger and decorate the walls with your brain matter".
"You don't have the balls, little girl".
"Don't I?" she said, her finger twitching over the trigger, "you were right, the other night. I've done things. Bad things. I've hurt people. I'm not really that good, so what's the point in starting now?"
"Derek is a part of his pack" Kate implored, "eventually, he'll come for him. Why would the Alpha come for you?"
She lowered the gun a little, her gaze unwavering from the hunter's.
Was this a stupid idea? Yes. Hell yes, but she was reckless and impulsive, with no regard for her own life or safety. Willing to put herself in the firing line.
"Because…" she whispered, blinking back the tears, "he's my dad. My real dad".
Everyone in the room froze in silence, that admission catching every single one of them off guard. Even Kate, who was normally so cocky and confident, faltered and looked towards her brother in shock.
The cat was out of the bag.
Here's hoping it wasn't all for nothing.
Kate took a few steps towards her, a wondering and horrified frown etched between her brows.
"The Alpha… is your dad?"
Her jaw remained clenched, the hand that was holding her gun falling slowly to her side as she simply nodded.
"So?" she asked, "do we have a deal, or not?"
Kate's grin was predatory, her hungry eyes looking her up and down.
"You make an interesting case" she observed, "but how do I know you're telling the truth?"
Her answer was sounded in a loud howl heard in the distance, each Argent going on high alert.
"Dear God" Chris exclaimed, "he's here".
"See?" she shrugged, "he knows I'm here. He's coming".
Kate pushed her out of the way, going to the small wooden box by the window and grabbing her own gun as her and Chris rushed to the front door, peering out it.
She didn't have time to try and work out a deal with them for Derek's safety because the Alpha's shadowy figure rushed past the front door, knocking Chris and Kate off their feet whilst Victoria hurried to shut the doors, despite them being broken and splintered.
"Keep an eye on her" Kate demanded of Chris, "he's my kill".
"Kate, stand down" Chris barked, "we don't have the manpower to handle this".
"It's one werewolf" she said, "they're all the same".
"Who is it?" Chris asked her, "what's his name?"
"Sperm donor" she snapped back, "now give me Derek".
"Kate, this is too dangerous-"
"Enough Chris" she snapped, knocking the gun from Kayla's grasp and grabbing her by the back of her hair, dragging her to the living room window, "you want her? Come and get her".
She tried to push Kate off her, but the hunter was strong. Dangling her in front of the window like cheese for a mouse.
Another black blur raced past the window, quicker than the human eye could follow, and she gulped. Her plan going well and truly tits up. Elbowing out at Kate who's grip loosened, stumbling back a few steps away from the crazy bitch but that's when the Alpha struck.
The window broke, splintering from the impact of Peter's monstrous form crashing through it.
The next few seconds were a complete blur.
She heard bullets being emptied, many of which whizzed past her – alarmingly close to her body. She briefly saw flashes of brilliant red, his eyes – eerily dangerous – before the surroundings of the Argent's living room got replaced by the rush of the outside world, the cool night air stinging her face.
She blinked, realising she was clinging to the Alpha's back as he bounded and sped through the woods, disappearing into the safety of the trees. Such a speed shouldn't have been possible, but he defied all expectations. The more monstrous he became, the more powerful.
She couldn't jump down, knowing she would probably break both her legs if she tried, so squinted her eyes as the wind whipped around her, desperately clinging onto his body as he reached the highest point of Beacon Hills preserve, skidding to a harsh stop near the cliff's edge and throwing her off his back.
She spun a couple of times, stopping just a few feet from the dangerous drop and gulped as she looked up, seeing his abhorrent form dissolve and change into his regular human self, his glare hot with anger.
"Are you stupid?" he thundered, "you don't go around to the Argent's, and you certainly don't give them that kind of leverage over you".
"I was trying to get Derek back" she screamed, pushing her achy body to her feet, "he's missing, remember?"
"And that is none of your concern".
"Not my concern?" she scoffed in disbelief, "he's my family".
"And I am yours, so listen to me".
"You are not my family" she sneered, "you're a glorified sperm donor. You mean nothing to me".
"I saved your life".
"I didn't need you to save it" she screamed, "contrary to popular belief, I can look after myself".
"Then why are you bleeding?"
She frowned, unsure of his words as she glanced down, realising that her body wasn't just achy but injured, her white vest top stained red.
"Oh" she wondered, visually seeing the blood making her brain kick in and tell her 'right, now you feel the pain'.
"It's just a graze" Peter remarked, "you're lucky I was close by".
She brought her hand to her side, wincing as she cupped the bleeding wound, throwing Peter a disgusted glare.
"You ruined my plan".
"And you're ruining mine".
"I could've got Derek back".
"They weren't going to give you him" Peter rolled his eyes, "don't be so naïve".
"I needed to do something" she hissed, "what the hell are you doing?"
"What I set out to do" he replied, "get revenge. Trust the pieces will fall into place".
"Trust you?" she laughed ironically, "really? Trust you?"
"Help me Kayla" he implored, taking a few steps forward, "work with me".
"Never".
"I'm not the bad guy here, you know" he whispered, "I just want justice for those that wronged me. That wronged our family".
"You've gone about it the wrong way".
"Have I?" she smirked, "were you not just pointing a gun at Kate Argent's head, threatening to blow her brains out?"
"That's different".
"Is it?"
She faltered, casting her gaze down. Her side burning with red hot pain.
"Help me" he said, "and I'll help you".
"You'll help me?" she scoffed in disbelief, "I've had a taste of your so-called help and I don't want it. You can shove it up your ass".
"I'll tell you the truth about the fire" he shrugged, "the truth that everyone, including Derek, has kept from you".
She paled, and she was pretty sure it wasn't just because of the blood loss.
"The… The fire?"
"You may hate me Kayla, and that's understandable. But I'm the only one willing to be honest with you. Your entire life has been shrouded in secrets. Everyone you thought cared for you kept you in the dark, even daddy dearest. I may be a murderer, but at least I'm honest. You want the truth – all of it – help me. Work with me to get Derek back and punish those responsible for ruining our lives, and I'll open your eyes to a whole new world".
She frowned, remaining quiet. Faced with the impossible.
He held out his hand, cocking his head to the side as he smiled at her. An invite to the dark side. Somewhere she had always teetered. Dabbling with the darkest parts of her soul.
"It's up to you kid" he said, "it's a one-time offer. Take it or leave it, but just know, if you leave it, you'll never get this chance again".
A truly difficult decision indeed.
A/N) AHHHHH sorry, i am FREAKING OUT because this is slightly different to the original. I like Kayla toying with both sides, unsure where she stands. Because she's been lied to and hurt by everyone, but Peter is offering her something she values the most – the truth. AHHH it's going to be exciting guys ;)
And of course, STAYLA because, hot damn haha and tbh, I love my little reckless impulsive Kayla, It's just who she is haha
I Hope you all liked and please let me know your thoughts and I will see you all super soon