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Kayla was furious.

She was sure that was obvious by her expression, a permanent scowl etched onto her pretty face. Unable to tear her eyes away from Brian, who kept smirking back at her.

"He's up to something" she proclaimed, for what felt like the millionth time, "I just can't figure out what".

"Maybe trying to get under your skin" Stiles replied, his voice a little glum, "which he is clearly succeeding at".

It was true, but she wasn't a fan of the tone of voice he said it in. Shooting him a dubious glance as she remained seated at the table, the glass of punch long gone.

"He's using Lydia".

"And Lydia is using him right back".

"She could get hurt".

"Or he's just hoping you'll think that, and our night will be ruined… which it kind of is".

She huffed out a breath, crossing her arms over her chest, too hyper-fixated on Brian laughing it up with his buds to consider anything else. Thinking – and thinking hard – about what his ulterior motives could be. There were several possibilities, and none of them were good.

"You used to care what happened to Lydia" she pointed out, "for eight years".

"And I still do, just not in that way. You know that" he promised, "Lydia's a big girl. She can handle herself".

"Maybe" she agreed, "but we need to figure out what he's planning-"

"Or we could, y'know, dance? Considering this is, well, a dance" Stiles suggested with a. pointed look, "it is sort of the idea of tonight".

She couldn't understand why he wasn't more stressed about this, sending him a frown.

"Dance?"

"Yes, dance" he nodded, sitting up in his chair, "with me, preferably".

"But what about-"

"Honestly? I couldn't give a rat's ass about Brian tonight" he insisted, "what I want is to dance with my girlfriend, but she seems to care more about her ex hook-up than our first official public date".

She pursed her lips, holding back a bitter remark.

"So can we please dance?" he asked, standing up and holding out his hand, "because, I guarantee, that will piss him off more than you sitting here imagining his head getting blown off".

"His head getting blown off is such a good image though".

Stiles rolled his eyes, shaking his hand at her impatiently.

"Kaylz, I love your cute little psychopathic tendencies, I really do-" he nodded enthusiastically, "-but I'm not sitting here all night. So, get off that cute little ass and dance with me".

His 'no-nonsense' tone slightly took her aback, quirking a brow up at him before glancing down at his hand, still outstretched for her. Wondering where he got the confidence to take charge – especially considering, at times, she could be like an atomic bomb, ready to go off at any given minute.

"Fine" she gave in, extending her hand to meet his, "but I can multitask – in my brain, his head is still getting blown off".

He exhaled a laugh, pulling her to her feet. His hand further entwining with her own.

"You know what? I'll take it".

He led her to the dancefloor where many students were already dancing and having the time of their lives, the fast beat of the music blaring in her ears.

"I bet you fifty bucks you'll have a good time tonight" Stiles called out to her, "and, for once, I'm one hundred percent positive I'll win".

"Oh, another bet Stilinski?" She laughed, "because I'm already in your debt for the whole 'cheeseburger' situation" which caused him to wink at her.

"Yeah, I haven't forgotten about that either" he warned playfully.

"I always repay my debts" she reminded him with a smirk, "and you'll get your cheeseburgers soon enough".

Once he was happy with their place on the dancefloor, he turned to face her and began to shimmy from side to side, pulling out some very chaotic 'dad-dancing' moves from the 80's.

She covered her laugh with her hand, watching him finger gun the air before strumming on an invisible guitar, his quick-moving feet shuffling from side to side.

"You've got moves Stilinski" she chuckled, already feeling the pressure lift from her shoulders, admiring how carefree he could be. "I've gotta admit that".

"Well of course I've got moves – I'm a pro at 'let's dance'" he claimed loudly, suddenly jumping and sliding into the Macarena, "no, seriously, I beat my dad and Scott every time".

She bought it. This boy clearly had a lot of energy.

She continued to laugh, moving from side to side with the beat of the music, watching his lean body move with not a lot of grace, but eagerness. Something endearing about the way he just didn't care what anyone around him thought.

He shot her a smirk, "there's no stopping these hips once they get started".

Oh, she fully believed that.

"Uh…" he faltered a little, that cute blush returning to his cheeks, "not that like. I-I-I just meant..."

He didn't have a good answer, suddenly overcome with awkwardness that she could see reverberating off him. Scrambling to make up for his awkwardness by grabbing her hand and spinning her around quickly several times, enough to make her a little dizzy.

Stiles was right – Brian, and whatever potential schemes he was planning, were a distant memory.

In the distance, she caught Allison's gaze who was dancing with Jackson and, when their eyes met, there wasn't hostility. Well, very minimal hostility. Allison looked miserable, but she was smiling a little at Stiles' ridiculous dance moves and Kayla smiled back. That olive branch between them getting slowly extended, inch by inch.

Maybe once Scott told her the truth – the whole truth – things would be normal again.

The fast-paced music changed to something much slower and intimate, causing them both to stop.

Fun was something she could do. Sexy was something she could do. Hell, let her do the worm up and down the gymnasium, but slow dancing? Not really.

She was about to suggest they take a break, maybe get some more punch but Stiles took a hold of her waist and drew her in, his arms encircling her body. The musky smell of his aftershave hit her sharply as her face nuzzled into his neck, her hands clinging to his shirt.

Just like the music, he took it slow. Swaying them from side to side and in a lazy circle, resting his cheek against the side of her head. His hands, unusually still, rested on the small of her back as he held her to his chest.

For a few panicked moments, she didn't know what to do. Feeling a little trapped in his embrace. Nothing in her life being slow and steady. Always used to life in the fast lane. A part of her was always on the go and not slowing down – not for anyone or anything, because when things were slow she had time to overthink which was never good. Which was why, now, standing in the middle of the gymnasium, huddled against his slim athletic body, she found herself thinking.

Really thinking.

Except her thoughts, which usually raced and spun through her brain like a Formula 1 racetrack, were gentle. Her head was able to focus on this moment with no distractions. Wholly present.

Stiles… he cleared her head.

Although he complicated her life since waltzing into it with all these new feelings and emotions, she knew that, at the same time, things had never been so simple.

She liked Stiles.

Stiles – her friend, turned anchor, turned boyfriend – was about the only solid and stable thing in her chaotic life. For once, she felt like she had someone she could be wholly honest with, that wouldn't judge her for her past. Someone that she could rely on.

Kayla hadn't really had that before.

Her entire life was built on the bones of lies and secrets. She was forced to grow up keeping the supernatural a secret, all whilst feeling alienated and different. Her friends, never knowing. Her family, dismissing her. But with Stiles… it wasn't like that. He took it all in his stride, never wavering from her side.

He was steady. He was consistent. He was solid. He was safe. He was here.

And she loved that he was here.

She loved-

No.

No, not yet. Not now.

He pried her chin up to look at him, and she didn't know what he saw in her eyes – maybe a kind of chaotic panic – because he brought her into a sweet kiss, stilling any worry she had that was creeping and crawling its way inside her chest.

She hadn't loved anyone before. Not really. Not in the proper way, she thought.

There was Harry, her childhood best friend. She didn't think about him much – she couldn't, because if she did, she would fall apart – but people were always adamant they were the 'it' couple. That, one day, they would finally get together and break records.

It never happened.

They were both too carefree, enjoying everyone but each other. He dated half the school, including her other friends, like Paige, and she did her own thing. Maybe if they had longer… maybe if he lived… then maybe she would have grown to love him in that way, but it wasn't meant to be.

Then there was Aiden.

Unfortunately, she was sure he would always be her dynamite – the person that she could rely on to blow up her life. Their relationship was tumultuous and dangerous, but she never left because she felt that pull to him. Not honest feelings of love, but co-dependency. He was there – not in a healthy way – when she needed him the most, and he changed her life. She blamed him for a lot of things, but it wasn't all bad. It was sometimes good. He was just broken, like her. It might not have been the kind of love they write about in books and movies, but it was some sort of love. Just not the lasting, healthy kind.

Yet with Stiles… it was different.

He made her a better person. She found herself striving to be better and rise above all the shit. Through it all, he was constantly on her mind. Like an invisible string was tying them both together.

If fate was such a thing, it felt like that.

It was ridiculous even thinking about it, but was this where she was meant to be? With Stiles?

Was he her eternal person?

How could she know this, after such little time?

He was still kissing her, his lips slow and gentle. Holding her close as the gymnasium, the music, the heat from the mass of bodies seemed to evaporate and all that was left was him and her, caught in their own little bubble.

She hadn't fallen for anyone before, but she was falling for him.

Spectacularly.

It should have scared her, but right now, in his arms, it didn't feel scary.

It felt right.

Insanely right.

He broke the kiss, but his lips still lingered against her mouth. His breath was warm and sweet as she slowly flickered her eyes open, melting under his gaze.

"Y'know…" he whispered, cupping her cheeks as he stared deep into her very soul, leaving her helpless, "I always used to love the colour blue. I don't know why. I was obsessed with it. Every piece of clothing I owned had to be blue, every notepad, every backpack, every bike" he chuckled, and Kayla cocked her head up at him curiously, unsure where this was going.

"And then I moved onto the colour red... and then yellow, and then grey, and, yeah, you get the picture," he said softly, his thumb gently stroking her cheek, his gaze unwavering from hers, "but now, for definite, my favourite colour is by far green".

Green… like her eyes.

If she wasn't melting before, then she certainly was now. In fact, she was sure she was just a puddle on the floor, his words warming her broken and calcified heart.

They were both dancing around the words, but deep down, they knew what it meant.

That he loved her.

Said – and shown – in a hundred different ways that didn't involve the word that could scare her off.

She was thankful for that. She had come a long way, but she wasn't ready for that. Not quite in the place to hear it or say it without causing damage. Her messed up heart still trying to heal and trust all over again.

One thing she was ready for though was to give him a little something to show he had her, even if at times she was so damaged she didn't think she would ever heal.

She took his hand, slipping past the couples dancing and off the dance floor, leading him towards the bleachers.

He was confused, asking what she was doing but she didn't reply. That pull to be near him intensifying until it became nearly unbearable, pulling him under the bleachers.

It was peaceful and quiet here. The bright flashing lights faded in the background, and the music quelled. Everything – and everyone – suddenly, a distant memory.

"Kaylz?" he asked, slightly nervously, "wh-what's wrong?"

For once, nothing.

She pushed him back into the wall, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Her eyes began to glow that bright emerald green that seemed to intensify in the dark, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"I need you" she whispered, her hands clinging to his belt, "I want you".

She watched him gulp, his eyes darting to watch her nimble fingers working on his belt buckle.

"Uh… heh…"

His belt clattered to the side, leaving her toying with the zipper on his pants.

"Can I?" she asked sweetly, her eyes – although beautiful – lighting up the dark space and leaving him entranced and enthralled, completely overwhelmed.

"Can you… uh… what…?"

She knew he knew what, but it was adorable how he asked.

"Can I sit pretty on my knees and make you feel good?"

He seemed breathless, unable to do much more than nod. Overwhelmed, but happy, to give her permission.

She pecked his lips once more before slinking to her knees, not breaking eye contact with him. Her hands, slow and steady, unzipping his pants…

If she wasn't so sure and secure in her talents, then she might have confused Stiles' reaction to that of a man having a massive stroke, or heart attack, or maybe even a seizure – potentially all three at the same time.

Fortunately, he wasn't. She was just that good.

It was like instinct. Always coming second nature to her. Like she just knew what to do and how to do it. All her previous hook-ups had been more than complimentary to her methods.

She did wonder why that was, but maybe she was just inhumanly, insanely talented. Everyone had to have some kind of skill set, right?

It was weird. Like she was in tune with their sexual needs. Never having to second guess herself if she was doing the right thing because she just knew she was. As if she was scarily in tune with their pleasure.

It was the same with Stiles.

She knew what he wanted, what he craved. She knew how fast to go and when to slow it down. Kneeling by his feet like the perfect picture of innocence, but an innocent, sweet girl wouldn't use her mouth like she had just done, would she?

Yet again… she never did play the innocent act all that well anyway.

She stood, unable to drop the smirk from her lips at the sight of him blinking hard, no doubt seeing stars.

"Don't drop dead on me just yet Stiles" she joked, slyly swiping out at the side of her mouth with her thumb, "that was just me going easy on you".

Sweat had built up along his hairline, his body a little shaky as he looked at her in amazement, his eyes bugging from their sockets.

"That was you going e-easy?"

Her smirk turned devious, reaching out to help him pull his suit pants up, zipping them back up.

"Don't worry, you'll see" she teased.

He continued to blink at her like his brain wasn't registering her words.

"That was… that… heh… wow… that was…"

"Good?" she guessed, biting back her laugh as she tied his belt, his gaze still bugging from his face.

"G-Good?" he gasped, "fucking hell… that was… that was… unbelievable".

"Told you I knew what I was doing".

He was standing still, maybe too afraid to move in case his jelly legs gave way, letting her redress him properly. Tucking his shirt into the waistband of his pants and buckling his belt, threading it through the loops with ease.

"It was my way of thanking you for taking me tonight" she smirked, running her hands down his chest to flatten his creased shirt from her grabbing it.

"You know…" he laughed nervously, "the words 'thank you' also work pretty well… so does a cheese board..."

"Are you complaining?" she poked playfully.

"God no" he exhaled loudly, looking at her in complete marvel and appreciation, his honey eyes a little hooded as he reached up to cup her cheeks, "you can do that anytime you want".

To her surprise, he brought her into a show-stopping kiss – powerful and dazzling, nearly lifting her off her feet. A thousand words of emotions passing from his lips to hers. Realising that he was really good at shutting her up, leaving her speechless.

His hands slipped down to grasp her hips, clearly wanting to return the favour in some way or another but she pulled back, breaking the kiss.

If she let him, that would be it. She wouldn't stop. Colour her a sap, but she didn't want him to lose his virginity so quickly. Not like what she had. She wanted him to be sure.

"Easy tiger" she gasped, followed by a laugh, "someone's eager".

"To please you? Always".

She very almost faltered and gave in, melting at his words.

Thankfully – for the sake of her self-control – some other couples had the same idea, hearing laughter and giggles as others ducked under the bleachers.

"Come on" she smiled, taking his hand and guiding him out, back to reality. The harsh, blinding lights making them both blink and stumble. The harsh environment a stark contrast to the peace and quiet they had shared just moments before.

A handful of people sent them funny looks, clearly well aware of what they had been doing. One of those people was Danny who smirked over at her as he danced with his boyfriend, causing her to flip him the middle finger.

He mocked her, playfully making the motion of a blowjob with a curled fist and his tongue in his cheek.

In response, she rolled her eyes but didn't deny it – much to his delight.

"Can you get me some punch?" she asked sweetly, turning to Stiles and sending him a dazzling smile.

"Uh… sure, sure" he nodded, still a little confused with the change of environment and the fact his hands were on her body like they clearly wanted to be, lopping off towards the drinks table with an awkward limp. Struggling to move with the fading bulge.

She spotted Lydia sitting at the same table from earlier so made her way towards her, taking a seat next to her.

Her friend looked crestfallen and bored – clearly, not thrilled with how tonight was going. She couldn't blame her… even Allison and Scott were not dancing, all lovey dovey.

"Hey" she greeted, earning a snide glare from the strawberry blonde, "you okay?"

Lydia huffed, pointedly looking away from her.

"Okay, what have I done now?" she sighed, "because you wanted me to come to this stupid dance-"

"Brian is a piece of shit".

"Well… yeah" she said, "I've told you that probably a hundred times".

"He didn't even ask me to dance!".

"His loss".

"How am I meant to make Jackson jealous when the guy I took to the dance would rather laugh it up with his stupid friends than play the game with me?"

"Lydia, c'mon" she tried to encourage, "you're better than this. You're better than both of those shitheads. Don't lower yourself to their level".

Lydia sighed, turning to face her, her guard down and a little vulnerability shining in her sad stare but that was soon overcome with curiosity as she looked at her, tilting her head to the side.

"Your lipstick is smudged".

"Oh?" she feigned surprise, "is it?"

Lydia took one look towards Stiles who was awkwardly walking back to the table, still looking like he had been shot into space without warning, and then back to her with a knowing look.

"You sucked him off, didn't you?"

"Am I not allowed hobbies?"

Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly exhausted from trying to keep her in line.

"You were gone five minutes".

She smirked, "I know what I'm doing".

Stiles sat down next to her, sliding her the glass with punch in it, sending Lydia an uncomfortable smile who just stared back, unamused.

"You ruined her make up" Lydia accused, "do you know how much time I spent perfecting that?"

He went bug-eyed, unable to muster up any words to defend himself.

"Men" Lydia grumbled under her breath, followed by an eye-roll. She grabbed a napkin and leant forward, tilting Kayla's face towards her as she wiped at her mouth, correcting the smudges.

"And here I am – fifth wheeling" the strawberry blonde, sending a disappointed look towards Allison and Scott dancing, "me? Fifth wheeling? Have you ever heard of something so ridiculous?"

She felt bad for Lydia, knowing this would really knock her confidence. Not used to being on this side of things.

"Then let's dance" Kayla shrugged, offering her something Lydia wasn't expecting. Her friend sent her a thoroughly confused look.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's dance" she said, chuckling at Stiles' surprised expression, "you and me".

"How far did he stick it down your throat because it seems all that oxygen deprivation caused you brain damage" Lydia said shamelessly, looking slightly alarmed as Kayla stood and pulled on her arm.

"You said you wanted to dance, so I'm getting you to dance. Come on".

"But-"

"You both can share me" she laughed.

Ignoring her friend's protests, she pulled her up and dragged her to the dance floor, Lydia's little legs in high heels stumbling after her.

"Kayla, I don't know what on earth you think you're doing- eeek".

Lydia cut herself off with a sound of exclamation as she got spun around in a tight circle under Kayla's arm, and if she wasn't so capable in heels, she probably would have fallen flat on her ass by now.

"Men ain't shit" Kayla exclaimed, spinning Lydia the other way, "you're Lydia Martin, okay? The Lydia Martin. You can do so much better than most of the guys here. Remember that".

After taking Lydia's mind off the disaster of a dance she was having, which actually perked her up a little, she drank her punch with Stiles and took a breather. Relaxing with her legs across his lap, her heels discarded to one side.

Maybe the gut feeling she had about tonight was wrong.

Maybe nothing would happen.

"Hey, I'm just going to get some fresh air" she said, standing up and giving Stiles a quick kiss on the cheek, "It's getting kind of stuffy in here".

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, it's okay, I won't be long" she smiled, "just need to cool down".

"Okay" he grinned, "I'll be waiting right here".

She squeezed his shoulder, excusing herself through the crowds of people and padding her way down the corridor in her bare feet.

She lied. She didn't need to 'cool down' she just needed to clear her head for a little bit.

Tonight had been fun. Genuine fun. And she didn't need drugs or alcohol to feel that way – excusing the weak, cheap ass vodka stingy Jackson had poured into the punch. She wasn't used to that – feeling something real and honest.

Maybe, despite her reservations, Beacon Hills would be good for her.

It made her realise that the life she had back home wasn't as great as what she made it out to be. Her friends in Louisiana, maybe she had grown out of. A fresh start was probably a good thing. It just took her a while to understand that.

She walked barefoot down the concrete steps and along the grass of the lacrosse pitch, arms wrapped around her to protect from the chill of the night air that stung her bare skin.

Maybe, once Allison knew the truth, things would get better.

Potentially, by working together, they could end the chaos that was happening once and for all.

She doubted it, but she was acting on trying not to be a pessimist.

… It clearly wasn't working.

She took a seat at the bottom of the bleachers, staring out into the dark empty expanse of grass, the treeline just behind it.

It was peaceful out here. Still. A little piece of heaven. The silvery glow of the moon reflecting and bouncing off her shimmery skin.

As sociable as she was, she liked her alone time. Sometimes wearing a mask to the entire world was exhausting.

She just needed ten minutes.

Ten minutes before she had to smile again.

She tucked her legs under her, rubbing her bare feet. Unsure what was meant to happen after tonight.

Would she help Scott, help Derek or help Peter?

Honestly, she didn't know which one to trust.

The obvious answer would be Scott, but was he wanting to stop all this bloodshed for the right reasons? Or was it all because of Allison?

Could she risk losing her family over a lovesick werewolf?

Then there was Derek. He was a bit of an enigma. Definitely playing a game, but she didn't know what game and that irked her. Like he was trying to engineer the events to get something out of it he wanted.

If he wanted revenge, he could've just worked with the Argents to kill Peter, but he didn't.

He was hiding something.

Finally, Peter.

The obvious big bad.

She wasn't making excuses for his actions, but he had his reasons. She probably would have done the same thing in his situation. She understood why he did it, and even felt a little sympathy for him.

It was crazy, but she couldn't help how she felt.

So, whose side would she take?

Who would she back with all her might?

Nothing was simple anymore.

She heard footsteps approaching, trying to be quiet but she was always on alert. Twisting her head, she expected to see Stiles looking for her but, to her dismay, it was Brian of all people.

"Wow" she remarked dryly, "can't a girl get ten minutes of peace around here?"

"I thought we should talk".

"You thought wrong" she scoffed, uncurling her legs and standing up, "why can't you just leave me the hell alone?"

He smirked, giving her a lazy, but appreciative, look over. That dangerous glint returning to his baby blues.

"Aw, come on" he smirked, "we both know you don't want that".

"It's like you want another knee to the balls" she remarked, "which I'll happily give you if you take one more step".

He stopped, keeping only a few feet of distance between them.

"What is your goddamn deal?" she snapped, "seriously, I would love to know what the hell has made you so sick in the head. And don't use the difficult childhood card, that's predictable and seriously overused".

"You were meant to be mine" he said, his voice eerily low, "I was meant to have you".

"Have me?" she repeated with a scoff, "wow, you really are a fucking creep, aren't you?"

"A creep you almost fucked" he reminded her, "remember that?"

"Well, a girl can make mistakes".

He didn't like her answer, nor her snark, his expression darkening. That uneasy feeling she got when he looked like that returned to the pit of her stomach, making her falter. It was almost like, at times, he was Jekyll and Hyde. Nice and charming, then dark and dangerous.

She trusted her gut, and her gut did not trust this guy. Not one bit.

There was something else about it… not that he was just cocky and confident and a little bit of a bad boy, but something deeper. Something a lot more twisted and darker. Like his mind was tainted and poisoned with thoughts no one should have.

It wasn't often she felt uneasy, but lately, with him, she did.

Instinctively, she took a small step back. Eyeing him up with suspicion. Her body turning a little to the side in defence, just in case he tried anything – which, knowing his history, he just might.

"Leave me alone" she repeated, her voice eerily still and calm, showing no fear in the face of uncertainty, "I don't know how much clearer I can get. Leave me the fuck alone".

"I can't do that" he whispered, shaking his head, "no one says no to me".

"I just did" she spat out, "are you deaf, or just plain stupid?!"

"That smart little mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson" he said, suddenly pulling his arm back and backhanding her across the face.

She was stunned for several seconds, the force of the hit almost sending her careening to the ground, but she held her footing, stumbling as she cupped her cheek.

"That's better" he grinned menacingly, enjoying the silence, "let's see how you speak through a mouthful of blood".

He went to hit her again, this time with a clenched fist, no doubt hoping to shatter her jaw, but she knocked his hand away and retaliated with a punch of her own – straight against his nose, which caused it to gush with blood.

To her surprise, he chuckled. Appearing amused as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.

"I'm disappointed Kayla" he mocked, "you hit like a girl".

She saw red, taking another swing. This time, connecting with his lip.

"Oh, I love this fire baby" he exclaimed, laughing maniacally, seeming a little thrilled and turned on by her anger, "that's passion".

… Aiden used to say the same thing. That hatred was just an intense form of passion. That their anger and fights with one another were just crazy and irresistible forms of lust.

She practically growled, balling her fist and hitting him again. This time, causing him to almost lose his footing as he stumbled.

"We don't have passion" she scoffed, her cheek stinging like a bitch, "we have nothing".

"You won't be saying that when I'm through with you" he warned, sending a shiver up her spine, "you'll be begging for me".

She was ashamed to say the next thirty seconds were a blur. Between his hands and the weight of his body slamming her to the ground, as well as her nails clawing at his neck, she could barely concentrate. All her frustrations pouring out on him.

He got her on her back, barely even flinching as he cupped her neck with two strong hands, the entire weight of his body being channelled and pressed down through his arms, squeezing the column of her throat.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of" he growled as her vision tunnelled, "what my family can do to people like you… you werewolf sympathiser little bitch".

She struggled, panic setting in as she yearned for breath. Bucking and flinching under his weight, clawing his arms and neck until they drew blood.

"This all could have been avoided if you just didn't say no" he continued, his gaze too eerily calm for someone choking, and borderline almost murdering, someone, "now look what you made me do…"

She had been in worse situations than this. She had dealt with things that had paled in comparison to now. Brian Murdock was a pain in her ass, but she wouldn't let him win.

At least… that's what she told herself.

In reality, she was scared.

She didn't want to be just another statistic. Another sad story of a girl murdered because some piece of shit guy didn't get his own way and couldn't handle his ego being hurt. Five minutes of screen time from some crappy news station telling the story of her brutal death.

All her life she had come across guys like this.

They had never won.

Would Brian be the one to succeed?

Her struggle weakened; her eyes fluttering shut as black spots invaded her vision. Her arms, once fighting back, now hung limply before falling to the side.

Just as the darkness threatened to swallow her whole, a sickening crunch echoed through the still night air. The sound so ghastly she couldn't focus on anything else.

The weight of his hands loosened around her neck, giving her a chance to gasp back some desperate breaths as she looked up to see his neck twisted completely to the side, the bones sticking out at an odd angle.

She blinked a couple of times, not registering what the hell was happening until she saw Peter standing behind him, his eyes glowing a ferocious deep red.

She gasped, shuffling back which caused his body to roll to the side, freeing her from his unwanted embrace.

What the actual fuck?

She rubbed her neck, staring up at Peter in shock.

"What?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, "no thank you?"

"You… you…"

"Saved your life. Again" Peter said, his voice so calm as if he hadn't just snapped someone's neck, "not that I'm keeping count or anything".

Brain's body was crumpled up and still, slumped on his side like a bag of burst flour.

"Don't waste your energy feeling bad" Peter continued, "he was going to kill you and then do a lot worse".

She didn't know how to feel, stumbling to her feet as she looked down at Brian's unmoving body. The uncomfortable ghost of his hands still tightening around her neck.

"It's not your fault. You can't help what you are" Peter sighed, "you have the ability to make guys go crazy".

"I can't help what I am?" she croaked in disbelief, "and what is that?"

He smirked, "have you not figured it out yet? My my… and here I thought you were smart".

She threw him a furious look, hating the cryptic.

"Don't worry…" Peter smirked, "he won't be the only one to die tonight. And you're going to help me".

A/N) OOOOFT I mean OOOOFT. First off, Stayla being adorable and sexy and DANNY hahaha dying, and then Kayla dancing with Lydia to cheer her up is the cutest thing i think ever my sweet babies. And then BRIAN… God, I hate him. I hope this time around I portrayed him to be the biggest dickhead ever hahahaha

This is getting exciting… I hope you all liked so please please review and I will see you all super soon