six months of complete bliss for the mccall pack. no evil villains to fight, no big breakups, just living like the teenagers they needed to be. it's senior year now, and all that's gonna change. will the pack survive? or will they disband, once and...
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Carson continues punching the punching bag when Isaac walks in.
"Ready to go?" he asks, taking note of her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Yeah, come on," she grabs a hoodie, walking out to the car.
"Are you alright?"
"Hungry. Drive," she bluntly remarks, staring out the window.
"Is that it?"
"I broke up with Stiles. Drive faster, we have things to do," she repeats, completely done with everything.
He pauses, not wanting to set her off, and not sure how to approach the situation. He'd been in a good mood, as he and Malia finally kissed, and he planned on telling her, but now...
"Stop staring at me and drive. Our window of time is limited."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No Isaac, I want to feed, but it seems like that's not gonna happen, cause the car isn't moving."
"We're at a red light! What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, sorry," she mumbles, sitting back.
"How'd it happen?"
"We were right about Donovan. He... It doesn't really matter how, okay? We're done. He doesn't trust me, so I left."
"Did you let him explain?"
"He didn't want to. Trust me, he's fine with this being over. Stop on your left."
"Do you need me to come in?"
"I'll scream if I do," she shrugs, walking into the almost empty gym.
She spots her target staring at himself in the mirror and nearly rolls her eyes out of her head. Making sure no one else was in the gym, she grabs his shoulder, turning him to face her.
"Excuse me?"
"Stay still and quiet," she compels him, before sinking her teeth into his neck.
After drinking a sufficient amount, she pulls a bandage out of her purse, plastering it on the bite mark and smirking.
"You're not gonna remember this, nor are you gonna let anyone see your neck until it heals. And... you've made a switch in professions. You've decided that Accounting is more your thing. Enjoy your evening," she waves, getting ready to walk out of the place, until she sees the janitor staring at her.
"Might as well have seconds," she shrugs, biting him as well, before compelling him to forget. Once satisfied, she walks back to the car, wiping her mouth.
