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When they got news of Laura Hale's death, Azalea Novac and her brother, Stefan, move from Romania to Beacon Hills to meet with Derek Hale. They came prepared, knowing that the supernatural world was going to throw as many things as i...
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Chapter Thirty ⊚ Motel California ⊚
The school bus rumbles into the parking lot of the Glen Capri motel, doors swinging open and Coach and his Cross Country team disembark. An exhausted Scott and Stiles step out, followed by Allison, Lydia, Azalea, Isaac, Boyd and Stefan. "I've seen worse." Scott shrugged and he glanced around making Stiles look at him crazy, "Where have you seen worse?"
Stefan glanced around before looking at her sister, "Not as bad at that one hotel we stayed at in England." Stefan said and Azalea hummed and nodded in agreement.
A whistle blows and Coach holds up a handful of room keys in front of the gathering students. "Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up-- choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves! Which means Tiny Novac!" Coach said making Azalea, who had her back against Isaac, look over at Coach.
"You're staying with your brother. Not Lahey!" He said making her scoff, "I would like a refund." She said and Isaac chucked as he pulled away from her. He kissed her real quick before following behind Boyd while Stefan went to grab a key. Azalea stood next to Lydia as they both looked up at the motel with a concerned look. Both of them had a bad feeling about the place.
"Azalea, Lydia?" Allison asked looking at them with raised eyebrows, "I don't like this place." Lydia said and Azalea nodded in agreement. "I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." Allison chuckled and Azalea shook her head slightly. "A lot can happen in one night." She mumbled and her and Lydia glanced at each other before reluctantly following Allison and Stefan.
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Dropping a stack of towels onto the front desk, Lydia and Azalea leans across the counter to the desk clerk, an older woman turned toward a TV. "Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all our towels reek of nicotine." Lydia said making the lady turn around revealing a permanent tracheostomy tube in her throat, "Sorry about that, sweethearts." She said.
