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"Help you?"
Her indignant tone made Peter smirk and raise a brow, his stance eerily still.
"You scratch my back…" he mused, "I scratch yours".
"I didn't ask for this" she snapped, pointing at Brian's dead body, "and I certainly didn't ask to be saved by you".
"Who else is going to do it?" he asked, holding his hands out and looking at the empty field.
"Me" she claimed, a furious shake in her voice, "myself. Just like always. I don't need you".
"You need me more than you think" he said calmly, the complete opposite to her sickened fury, "you need a father".
That statement made her see red.
"You are not my father".
For a second, his eyes darkened in the misty haze of the night. That dangerous gleam made them flash an ominous deep red, her own reacting a bright green in retaliation.
"Tonight is the night Kayla" he warned, "the night I finally get my revenge. I want you by my side. If you choose not to…"
She didn't move an inch apart from tilting her chin up in defiance as he stepped forward, nudging Brian's body with the toe of his boot as he did, reaching out to caress her cheek. To anyone on the outside looking in, it may look harmless – even loving – but Kayla knew differently.
There was little love there. It was a warning.
"… I can just make you. Like I did that night at the school" he whispered callously, "we have a connection. I could exploit that… or you could skip the mess and join your father. You know it's the right thing to do".
Did she?
She felt stuck in the middle, tugged in a multitude of different directions. Everyone trying to proclaim to her why she should sympathise with them and join their cause instead of trying to understand her viewpoint and her own complicated feelings.
"I'll even get rid of the body" he smirked, "poof. Gone" followed by a snap of his fingers. "Does that sweeten the deal?"
Maybe…
Her DNA, after all, was all over him. She had punched him and scratched him bloody in an effort to get him off her… if the police did their jobs properly, it wouldn't be hard to put the puzzle pieces together – especially with her statement, following the incident at the school, that Brian was harassing her.
Peter was looking at her smugly, like he knew he got her between a rock and a hard place.
Which was why her next statement caught him so off guard.
"Go fuck yourself".
Simple, yet effective.
His bottom lip curled, reaching out to grab her around the column of her throat and pull her close, his eyes now permanently a brilliant red but she didn't dare shudder in unease, holding his stare despite the pain in her throat.
"Your first mistake" he warned lowly, his voice a deep growl, "don't let there be another".
… She never was good at taking orders, anyway.
She lashed out, smacking his arm away and pushing him back – an act of defiance.
Surprisingly, he laughed. Not like he found it funny, but almost out of something close to pity.
"It seems you like making mistakes" he mumbled, "clearly, you were raised wrong".
"Yeah, well your brother was a hundred times the man – and father – you are and will ever be" she spat venomously, not caring about the consequences of her words. If he struck her dead this instant, at least she died telling the truth and not cowering away from it.
Through the darkness, she watched his entire face drop. Like the mask of sanity had slipped.
"Second mistake" he muttered, "and trust me… you won't be allowed a third".
She inched back, putting as much distance between them as possible.
"If you don't help me, I'll hurt your friends" he propositioned, "do you want their blood on your hands?"
She didn't… but she also wasn't about to be blackmailed.
He took her silence as a 'yes'.
"So be it Kayla" he sighed unsympathetically, with an unbothered shrug, "I just hope you're quick".
It seemed he knew more than her - like he was already planning something big and scary, and Kayla knew Peter always followed through on his threats.
She continued to step back until she had gained enough distance to safely turn around and run as fast as she could across the field and towards the school, her heart pounding in her ears.
She needed to find them – Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Allison, everyone else, hell even Jackson – they were now her responsibility. Peter was right – any blood would be on her hands.
Her bare feet stormed up the concrete steps, pushing past people crowding the halls as she rushed into the gymnasium, the dance still in full swing.
Luckily, much to her relief, Stiles was still sitting where she left him, but everyone else? Nowhere to be seen. Lydia had disappeared and Scott and Allison were no longer dancing. Jackson wasn't even by the punch, his silver flask discarded to one side.
She hurried forward, beelining straight for Stiles who looked up in surprise at her hasty entrance, frowning at the sight of her flustered and dishevelled, a small bruise forming on her cheekbone.
"Hey, whoa, what happened?" he asked, "are you oka-"
"We need to go" she cut in, grabbing his arm, "right now".
He didn't put up a fight, allowing her to drag him through the crowds of people and along the hallways, heading straight to her locker.
"Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, "what happened?"
"Where's Lydia? And Allison and Scott?"
"Uh… I don't know-"
"We need to find them. Now".
"What's going on-"
"Peter" she cut him off, finally reaching her locker and punching in her combination, "Peter's here".
Stiles was still with shock, his expression morphing into terror as he glanced around the dark empty corridor, the throb of music in the distance bouncing off the walls.
"P-Peter's here?" he gasped, "here as in … here?"
She gave a stiff nod, pulling out some spare clothes she had stuffed in her locker, not prepared to deal with all this shit in a dress. She handed them to Stiles to hold as she reached behind her and tugged on the zip, pulling it down and allowing the tight dress to fall from her figure, bunching around her feet.
Stiles gave a quick double-take at her sudden state of undress, clearly heavily distracted from this life-or-death situation because of her standing there in her underwear.
If the situation wasn't so dire, she might have laughed.
She grabbed the pair of skinny jeans and tugged them on, jumping a little to pull them up but Stiles stopped her, the tips of his fingers brushing across her hip bone.
"Your scars" he muttered in astonishment, "they're gone".
She didn't understand what he could mean by that, taken aback by his touch dusting along her skin and, after a couple of seconds, glanced down, squinting through the darkness.
The scars she had for the past four years that once curled around her hip, courtesy of her brother on a full moon, were now non-existent. Her skin perfectly unblemished and undamaged – as if she had never had any scars in the first place.
"Oh" she muttered, unsure what or how it happened, meeting his surprised gaze, "that's weird".
It was definitely weirder than weird, but it seemed very low on her list of priorities right this second – even if what was happening to her was supernatural in nature, which, let's face it, it probably was.
"W-Weird?" Stiles spluttered, "how the hell did your scars heal basically overnight?"
"I don't know" she shrugged, continuing to pull up her jeans, "probably Peter's bite. We know it's fucking me up".
"But-"
"Stiles" she interrupted, taking the navy long sleeved crew top from his grasp and pulling it over her head, "we need to find our friends. Peter will hurt them, just like he did with…"
"With…?"
"Brian" she gulped, meeting his uneasy gaze, "he killed Brian".
"Peter killed Brian? When? Why?"
"I don't know, one minute he's attacking me and the next he was dead with a broken neck".
"He was attacking you?" Stiles demanded, "then good. It's the only decent thing Peter has done".
She couldn't argue with that logic, having very little sympathy for the dead boy. Knowing, deep down, he was malicious and dangerous. Maybe Peter's actions might have saved some lives in the future.
"Yeah, I ain't crying over it either, but Peter isn't the hero in this scenario. He didn't do it to save me, he did it because he enjoys killing and if we don't stop him, he'll kill our friends next".
That explanation was good enough for Stiles, because he nodded and looked around on high alert, asking "what way?"
She didn't know, but she had to take a guess. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the two double doors at the end of the corridor, pushing them open and into the crispy, cool night air. Her hair whipping around her as she scanned the area and came across Jackson heading towards the entrance steps.
She yelled his name, barely catching his attention as she raced down the concrete steps so fast Stiles struggled to keep up with her, her stomach dropping as she noticed Jackson's pale and sweaty face twisted into a guilty expression.
Straight away, she knew he did something. Something bad.
"Jackson" she snapped again, storming up to him, "what did you do?"
He was jittery and on edge – even more so with her accusatory tone - and if she didn't know any better, she might've thought he was on a comedown.
"D-Do? I… I didn't-"
She slapped his cheek, ignoring Stiles' wince from beside her, hoping it would snap him from his half-delirious mumblings.
Jackson cupped his cheek and looked up, and Kayla saw nothing but pure fear in his eyes, like all those days ago when he was running from gunfire at the Hale house.
"A-Allison's f-father..." Jackson admitted, his bottom lip trembling, "he… he…"
"He knows about Scott, doesn't he?" she asked, already knowing the answer, "you told him".
"He was going to kill me" he tried to defend himself, "I-I had no choice".
"No, you had a choice Jackson. You just went with the easy route to save your own ass" she fumed, lacking any and all sympathy as he lowered his head in guilt.
"I can't believe you" Stiles exclaimed loudly, "look – just because you want to be some tough macho guy running this show, that doesn't give you the right to ruin Scott's life while you're at it because, believe me, if he dies..." Stiles threatened, pointing an angry finger in Jackson's face, "… If he even gets so much as a scratch... I'll make sure there will be hunters on your ass and see how you like it".
She sensed that a fight could soon break out, so she stepped between the two boys, shaking her head.
"Enough. We need to find the others. Now".
"... Why?" Jackson asked rather timidly, his voice laced with confusion and apprehension.
"Because the Alpha is here and I pissed him off" she said bluntly, "so are you going to help us or not?"
Jackson took a couple of seconds but eventually nodded, much to her surprise.
"Good" she sighed, unable to ignore the hollow pit in her stomach any longer, "because something bad is going to happen".
"How do you know?" Stiles asked, reaching out to grasp her hand. His thumb rubbed circles across her skin, soothing her nerves the only way he knew how.
"I don't know, I just… I just do".
Jackson looked between them both as if they had six heads, clearly freaked out, but managed to muster up a meek "what do you need me to do?"
"Try and find Lydia or Allison or Scott. Tell them anything that gets them to understand they're in danger, okay? Check the school, Stiles and I will check the grounds".
Jackson nodded, accepting the task most likely out of guilt, but it was better to have an extra set of eyes looking for their friends – even if those eyes belonged to Jackass Jackson.
"What are we going to do?"
Stiles' question, although reasonable, seemed impossible to answer in that moment.
What the hell were they going to do? Two teenagers, against an Alpha?
"I don't know" she sighed, looking helplessly across the grounds of the school, "but I now know there's only one way to stop him…"
Stiles stayed silent, watching her curiously.
A part of her didn't want to say it, some small sliver of her was sad that her second chance of having a dad was already ruined, but Kayla was a realist. She didn't often have hope for things because, history proves, optimism was a wasted art for her.
"He has to die" she admitted, ignoring the slight tug in her chest, "Peter has to die".
Stiles frowned, obviously sensing her turmoil at that sentence.
"If there's another way-"
"There's not" she interrupted, "I understand wanting revenge, but he's crossed the line. Laura, the janitor, Brian… they had nothing to do with the fire. At this point, he doesn't care and if he hurts anyone else, I'll do it myself".
"Y-You'll kill him?" Stiles asked in surprise, "but he's your-"
"If I have to" she sighed, "and he's not my dad. Not really. My dad was murdered fifteen months ago".
It hurt more than she thought it would, but it was the truth. If Peter was normal, then maybe she would have let him in. Maybe he could be more than the strange uncle she had known her entire life, but that wasn't to be. He chose revenge over his own family, and she wasn't about to condone those actions. Not when now her friends were caught in the crosshairs.
"We need to find the others" she stated, changing the subject, "if we split up-"
"Is that such a good idea?"
"Probably not" she sighed, scared if she let Stiles out of her sight then something could happen to him, "let's go".
She kept a tight hold of his hand, making her way around the edge of the school building, her eyes flitting from side to side, desperate to find her friends.
If anything happened to them…
No, she couldn't think like that. She couldn't afford to.
Stiles' hand, although clammy, was a reassuring weight in her own. Keeping her somewhat calm and steady and focused, anchoring her to sanity. The only thing keeping the panic at bay.
The more seconds that ticked by, the more useless she felt. Her footsteps quickened from a fast walk to a steady jog, calling out her friends' names in desperation.
Then, out of nowhere, a pain akin to that of getting hit by a semi struck her square in the stomach, causing her to stop and hunch over, the surroundings of the school dissolving from her vision and instead, all she saw, was the blackened lacrosse pitch.
Stiles' voice was eerily distant as he called out to her, but it was no use. Instead, she wasn't seeing through her own two eyes anymore.
She watched as the large overhead lights began to turn out one by one, showing a terrified Lydia spinning around in a circle as she shivered, calling out Jackson's name in fear.
Kayla wanted to shout out, to warn her, to tell her to run as fast as she could, but instead, no words of warning came out. Just a sly, devious smirk that didn't belong to her – it belonged to Peter.
Lydia was his target.
She watched through his eyes as he approached menacingly, leaving her with nowhere to go. Barred, ready for the attack-
She pulled back with a strangled gasp, Stiles' confused and concerned expression swimming back into her field of vision, his words of worry flying straight over her head.
Lydia.
She knew it was too late, that there was absolutely no way she could get to her in time, but that didn't stop her. Without even getting her breath back, the pain still lingering in the pit of her stomach, she turned around and took off into a sprint, leaving Stiles in the dust.
She had never run so fast in all her life.
She was always fast, always enjoying running, but tonight was different. It felt different. It felt like she was flying, soaring through the air at a hundred miles per hour. Her feet pounding along the tarmac, then the grass. Carrying her forward, Stiles struggling to keep up with her.
Faster and faster she ran, her hair whipping around her as she yelled Lydia's name but, she was right, she was too late. Forced to watch through tears as Peter ripped into her, her friend's shriek dissolving into a scream of pain.
She yelled in response, unsure really what she said, reaching the scene just as Peter dropped Lydia to the cold grass. Discarding her like she was worthless.
She really saw red this time, not bothering to slow as she careened straight into Peter, sending them both tumbling to the ground.
Any and all self-perseverance she normally had was out the window.
Landing on top of him, she pummelled her fist down and made contact with his cheekbone, a sickening crunch echoing through the air.
She didn't care. It wasn't enough.
Her other fist shot downwards, breaking his nose.
After the second hit, he regained his bearings. Caught off guard by her viciousness that he didn't expect, catching her hand before it could careen into another punch.
He knocked her backwards, swatting her like a fly, but an anger like no other was erupting inside her. An undeniable fury that made her eyes glow that bright green as she scrambled to her feet and for a second – just a second – she was sure his gaze glinted with wariness.
"You're mad. Good" he nodded, "use that to help me kill those responsible for murdering our family".
"I'm going to use it to kill you instead" she raged, preparing to pounce at him and unleash hell but Stiles appeared, sweaty and out of breath, pulling her back with all his strength.
"Kayla, don't" he warned, "don't antagonise him".
"I'd listen to him if I were you" Peter smirked, "for once, he gives good advice".
The glow of her furious eyes seemed to unnerve him more than she realised, his stare a little cautious as he watched Stiles pull her back a little more, keeping her on a short leash – so to speak.
She was shaking with fury, pushing Stiles' hands off her as she dropped to her knees next to Lydia, immediately reaching out to feel for a pulse and, to her relief, felt one. It was a little faint, but it was still there, despite the obvious blood loss.
"Will you play the game now?" Peter inquired, "or do I have to bite more of your friends?"
She ignored the guilt in her chest, sparing a quick glance to the side where she saw Brian's dead body still laid out on the grass, just a mere twenty feet from Lydia's. Both having fallen to Peter's insane revenge plan.
She couldn't let anything else happen to anyone else.
Peter was now her responsibility.
She stroked back Lydia's hair, hating how cold her skin felt.
"Don't be getting all soft and sentimental on me now Kayla... not now when I need you" Peter told her, clasping his hands behind his back but she bit back furious words, avoiding his steely stare and focusing on Lydia, trying to keep her comfortable.
Peter exhaled loudly, rolling his eyes at her just as Stiles kneeled down beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers as he gazed down in fear at Lydia.
"How is she?"
"Alive" she muttered before glaring up at Peter, "no thanks to someone".
He sent them both an exhausted look, wiping some blood from his chin. "Are we not past that yet? All I need to know now is where Derek is... preferably his exact location".
"If we knew that, don't you think we would've done something about it?"
"Yes, you would've" Peter confirmed, "because he's your cousin and you care about him... but Stiles has no connection to him".
His eyes slid over to the boy in question who gulped, trying to keep a passive and neutral expression on his face but Kayla saw right through it – which meant if she did, then Peter certainly would.
"I don't know where he is" Stiles said, trying to keep his voice smooth but he couldn't rid the slight shake to it as he avoided both their gazes.
"Stop lying Stiles" Peter deadpanned, his eyes flashing red momentarily, "I know when you're lying and you'll just get yourself into deeper waters".
Stiles glanced sideways at her, a guilty look twisting his features as if he was silently apologising for not telling her his thoughts and theories sooner.
"Scott lost his phone, the night that Kate Argent took Derek... only... I think Derek took it" he explained, swallowing noisily and, although she was annoyed he held back this information, it meant there was hope they could find Derek – hopefully before that psycho-hunter decided she was fed up playing with him and decided to just kill him.
"Why?" Peter questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"All phones these days have GPS on them... if we can access Scott's password... we can find Derek" Stiles said, his voice trailing off into a soft whisper as his face fell and he glanced down, avoiding both their gazes.
"Good... you see, this is what I like to call 'teamwork'" Peter smirked, "come on, both of you".
"No" she immediately protested, standing up, "Stiles is going nowhere with you".
"I need him".
"I said no".
Her voice was like thunder. In fact, she was pretty sure she heard a deep rumble from the sky, Peter looking up uneasily.
"You need to get that anger under control, little one" Peter smirked, "you have no idea the kind of damage you could do".
"You mean since you violated me by biting me?" she snapped, her eyes glowing again, "our lives are not a game. We are not toys for your enjoyment".
"Oh, but you are" Peter grinned, "and the sooner you all realise that, the better. I'm the Alpha".
"No" she scoffed, "you're a monster. There's a difference".
For some reason, he seemed a little hurt by that. As if her words held some sort of power over him.
"Stiles comes, and I'll allow him to call Jackson to get Lydia some medical attention, how about that?" Peter bargained, much to her surprise, "but I'd decide quick, she's not looking too good".
She cast a glance at Lydia, who was getting paler by the second, more blood on her dress than was probably inside her body.
"Deal" Stiles said, "I'll come. Lydia needs help".
She didn't like this decision, but she accepted it. Standing by helplessly as Stiles made the call and Peter grinned at her, like he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.
The drive to the hospital's underground parking lot was tense and mostly silent, Stiles' panicked and uneasy driving getting them there quicker than she expected.
Peter instructed them to park near a silver sedan, which he did. Pulling into the nearest available space and jolting the jeep to a stop. Making them follow him towards the mystery car.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked in bewilderment, looking around nervously.
"My nurse's".
"What happened to your... oh my god" Stiles exclaimed loudly, backing away slightly, a mortified and slightly terrified look plastered on his face which drew her attention in, peering around him to see the dead nurse curled lifelessly in the trunk.
"I got better" Peter replied smugly, slamming the trunk shut, holding a laptop bag and quirked a brow at Kayla.
"What? No snarky comment from you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in faux astonishment.
"What do you want? A frigging gold medal for the most subtle murderer?" she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
"And there it is" Peter whistled, "anything else to add while we're not busy?" he smirked, opening up the laptop case and pulling out the laptop, starting it up. "Something along the lines of how Karma is coming for me soon enough?"
"Karma takes too long, I'd rather just beat the crap out of you now".
"Have I left that much of an impression on you?" he smirked, seeming amused.
"I'm sure when people discover the centre of the universe, you'll be shocked to know you're not it" she shot back, "you narcissistic piece of shit".
"I expected more from you Kayla" he sighed, his fingers flitting across the keyboard, "I hoped to come to after six years and see you thriving. Instead, you're, well… a bit of a disappointment. That's why I gave you the bite. In the hopes that you would go from an ordinary, sad and lonely lost little lamb to someone I could be proud of".
It shouldn't have hurt as much as it was, especially considering she hated his guts and did not want him as a father, but it did. Another lash of disappointment that she was struck by. His words were a haunting reminder of all the times she had failed which, unfortunately, surpassed the times she had succeeded.
"I don't need you to be proud of me" she said, though her voice wavered a little, "you're worse than the scum at the bottom of my shoes".
Peter ignored her retaliation, swivelling the laptop to face Stiles who tried to lie and protest that he didn't know how to get into Scott's profile, but he finally relented, typing in 'Allison'.
Of course… who else?
A few more clicks and Stiles sighed, turning the laptop back to face Peter as he waved his hand at the screen.
"That's where he is. Or at least, where Scott's phone is".
Peter frowned, inclining his head closer to the screen. A momentarily surprised look crossing his face.
Stiles noticed it too, his curiosity winning out as he peered back over Peter's shoulder to take a proper look at the screen, his jaw dropping.
"That's where they're keeping him? His house?"
"What?" she demanded, grabbing the laptop to face her and staring at the coordinates on the screen, "why would they keep him there?"
"Poetic, isn't it?" Peter mused, "Holding and torturing him in the house where his family burned alive".
"That's sick".
"That's what the Argents are" Peter replied, "sick, and ruthless. You think I'm bad sweetheart? They're a hundred times worse".
She didn't argue because, honestly, they were all as bad as each other.
Peter snapped the laptop shut, sliding it back into the case and putting it inside the car when a low and desperate howl suddenly penetrated her ears, causing both her and Peter to glance sideways in surprise.
"What?" Stiles whispered, nudging her, "What is it?'
She didn't know how - or why - she heard that howl, but she was realising that ever since Peter bit her, a lot more things were now becoming possible.
"You heard that?" Peter asked, "The change is happening so much quicker than I anticipated".
She wasn't going to get sucked in by his mysterious words, keeping the focus solely on finding Derek. Tuning into another howl that cried out in response.
"That was Scott and Derek" she said, "we need to go".
"And we will, but first-" Peter smirked, holding out his hand, "-your keys, Stiles".
Stiles sighed but realised he wasn't going to win this one, and handed over his beloved jeep keys that Peter promptly bent.
"It's for your own good" he said, "you don't need to be caught up in all of this. In our world, humans die. And I don't think my daughter wants you to die".
"Exactly, I don't" she said, pulling Stiles back by his shirt and glaring at Peter, "so back off".
"Or-" he smirked, "-I could give you a gift. One very special gift".
She and Stiles stood there, unsure. Not quite knowing what he was alluding to, but she had a feeling it was a bit like the poisoned apple in Sleeping Beauty. Whatever he was offering him couldn't have been good.
"I like you Stiles" Peter said a moment later in a completely serious voice, "you've got brains, and my daughter seems to have taken an interest in you. Since you've helped our family, I'm going to offer you something in return... do you want the bite?"
"What?" both Stiles and her said in unison, as that was the last thing either of them was expecting to come out of his mouth.
"Do. You. Want. The. Bite?" he reiterated slowly, as if they were both complete idiots, "It's not something that I just give away... you should be privileged that I'm even offering".
"That's just... that's crazy" Kayla exclaimed, "he doesn't... he can't... you can't..."
She was fumbling over her words, suddenly scared stiffless for Stiles. It was bad enough he was already involved in all this supernatural mess, but to actually become a part of it? No way. It was dangerous. Too dangerous. He didn't deserve that. She had seen everyone she had ever loved get hurt and die, all because of their connection to the supernatural world. She couldn't lose Stiles that way either.
"If it doesn't kill you, which it could, you could be just like Scott" Peter continued, enticing Stiles with the promise of being more. "Just as powerful as what he is. No more waiting on the sidelines, watching him become popular, watching him get the girl... well, I guess you might already have that covered, but if you want to keep a hold of what you have got and more... I would take this offer extremely seriously. It's a one-off deal Stiles… take it or leave it".
For once, she was speechless. Completely lost for words as Stiles gulped, sending her a panicked and indecisive look, a bead of sweat running down his temple as Peter took another step forward, carefully lifting Stiles' arm.
"Do you really want to keep being ordinary?" Peter smirked, "Because ordinary is boring. Your best friend has more power than you can ever dream of. Your girlfriend, well… just wait. Wait and see what she becomes, and I can guarantee you will always be in their shadow. The meek, human little friend".
She was rooted to the spot, helplessly watching as Stiles seemed to actually consider it,
"Yes or no?" Peter asked, his teeth elongating into canines and Kayla just numbly shook her head, sending Stiles a frantic look to try and tell him it wasn't worth it, that having that kind of curse would just be a long and hellish road for him to go on, that he was completely fine and perfect the way he was - that he didn't need to be something more because he was frigging Stiles Stilinski… he was enough already.
Her throat and mouth were dry, whatever protests she wanted to say were dying in the back of her throat as Peter was just millimetres away from sinking his teeth into Stiles' skin when he yanked his arm back, cheeks tinged with red. Whether from embarrassment or anger Kayla didn't know.
"I don't want to be like you" he exclaimed, although his voice seemed to shake with uncertainty, "I don't need to be like you".
"You know what I just heard then? Your heart beating faster over the words 'I don't want'" Peter smirked, seeming a little disappointed with Stiles' decision, "you may believe you are telling the truth, but you are lying to me, lying to yourself and lying to everyone that cares about you".
Stiles' face fell with guilt. She wondered why he felt that he needed to be like them to be something worthy? Didn't he know how amazing he was already?
"Well, you've made your choice... goodbye Stiles" Peter shrugged, "come on Kayla, we have work to do".
"And why should I go anywhere with you?"
"Do you want to save Derek or not?"
Another rock. Another hard place.
Stiles reached for her hand, pulling her attention from Peter and his eyes were swimming with tense worry, pleading with her not to go.
"It's too dangerous" he whispered, "what if… what if something happens?"
"He's my cousin" she murmured, shrugging half-heartedly, "I have to".
"No. No you don't. If you get hurt-"
"I won't" she cut in, reassuring his unease by reaching for his other hand and squeezing them tightly, "I promise".
Her words didn't seem to calm him down too much, his caramel gaze still wild with worry.
"Check on Lydia" she whispered, "make sure she's okay. She got caught up in this mess because of me, and I can't… and I can't have her die. Then by tomorrow… this will all be over. In one way or another".
He knew what she meant by those words – 'I'll do whatever I have to'.
"Come back to me" he mumbled after a few seconds of tense silence, blinking back the tears.
She inched closer to him, her lips quirking into a half smile as she inclined up to the tips of her toes, settling his worries the only way she knew how – by pressing her lips to his, an unspoken promise that of course she would come back to him, because with him is what she wanted, even if the vulnerability still scared her.
She could feel Peter's keen gaze watching them, but she didn't care, basking in the warmth she felt running through her veins as he kissed her back slowly and softly, more gently than ever before. Like if he kissed her too hard she would break apart in his hands.
It was a new level of intimacy; one that she hadn't felt before. Feeling like something more than just like or lust. Mirroring something close to love-
She dropped to the balls of her feet, peering up at his relaxed expression, his eyelids still closed. Taking in his peaceful expression before quickly shaking her head and turning around, ignoring the sad pull in her gut to stay with Stiles, and glared at Peter.
"Let's get this over with" she muttered bitterly, not daring to look back as she strode towards the car and slid into the passenger seat, Peter soon joining her.
"You like him too much" Peter observed, starting up the engine, "it's a recipe for disaster".
"Shut up" she glowered, "I don't need your opinion on things that don't concern you".
"He's human. You're not. Not anymore. It'll never work. Not with what you are".
"And that is what exactly?" she snapped, "because you're being suspiciously tight-lipped about that".
He remained quiet, leaving the parking lot and, in turn, leaving Stiles watching them go.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" he mused, "is it not starting to make sense now?"
Some of it was, some of it wasn't. Like she was beginning to make sense of the puzzle, but there were still vital pieces missing. Leaving her entangled in confusion and more questions.
"You're enchanted" he continued, "and, trust me, it's definitely worse than it sounds. The power you'll have will be astronomical… soon, measly little humans won't even be on your radar. You'll break his heart, but it won't be your fault. It's just what you are kid. Even pretty little angels can be disguised as the devil…"
A/N) DUN DUN DUNNNNNN trust me, next chapter is gonna be so EXPLOSIVE and I cannot wait. But damn Peter, why do you have to be so mysterious. Just tell the poor girl what she is lol (The OG guys will know, but I wonder if new readers do…? Haha)..
I Hope you all liked and SEASON 1 FINALE NEXT CHAPTER` I'm so excited, you have no idea…. So please let me know what you thought, and I'm already working on the next chapter… YAY!