Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

S2E2 (Shape Shifted)

Flashback

"I can't believe he did this to you!"

"It wasn't exactly his fault y/n."

"You mean you chose to be like him? Isaac, why in the world would you want to be like Derek Hale?!"

"..."

"I mean did he even tell you everything? About the hunters? About the full moon?"

"Yes he told me all of that.. why are you being so judgmental about this y/n. I mean you're a vampire for gods sake!"

"That doesn't mean you should be a werewolf Isaac! You don't know how dangerous being supernatural is until you experience it. I just wish you would have come to me first."

"Why? So you could tell me not to? We haven't even known each other too long. You can't make that decision for me."

"..."

"You know I thought you of all people would understand.. how powerless you felt when your father was still alive? Huh?! I mean you can't stand here and tell me that you wouldn't have jumped at the chance to be a vampire when he was still here can you?"

"..."

"You know what maybe I should go.."

"Yeah. Maybe you should.."

"See you around y/n."

<•>

I was laying down on the couch. Listening to 'La Mer' play on the record player for the millionth time. I had been going over the last nights argument with Isaac in my head.

He was right. I was being judgmental. And frankly a bit of a hypocrite. I mean, I was the one to ask Damon to turn me. I wish we never had that stupid argument.

I sighed and got up off of the couch. I checked the time and saw that it was 10:30 pm. Walking over to the kitchen, I opened the alcohol cabinet and grabbed the almost empty bottle of bourbon. I poured myself the last glass and sat down at the bar.

"Alright! Come on let's go!"

I heard a voice from outside the building. It sounded like Isaac's dad. I quickly got up and ran over to the window that showed the alleyway. There was a lot of steam so I could barely see what was happening on the ground below me.

"Holy-!"

I heard Isaac's father speak again. I listened and listened for something else but I didn't hear anything for another 10 minutes. I turned and walked back to my glass of bourbon, downing the last sip. I pulled out my phone and left Isaac a message.

Message to Isaac: can we talk?

I got no answer from him for the rest of the night.

<•>

"You really don't remember anything?" Alison asked Lydia. Apparently Stiles had found her while he was talking to his dad.

"They called it a feud state," she replied. "which is basically a way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for the past two days.'"

"But." She continued. "I don't care. I lost nine pounds!" She said proudly.

I smiled at her ability to keep her composure. "Are you ready for this?" I asked.