"Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human. It's a rule"
Kisa Petrova finds herself being tortured day after day for over 30 years, what happens after she meets a certain werecoyote that too doesn't know how to be human?
Let's add a vampir...
"Love is such a tissue of paradoxes, and exists in such endless variety of forms and shades that you may say almost anything about it that you please, and it is likely to be correct"
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Malia couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend from the other side of the school, almost as if she was in a trance.
Her eyes squinted, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she simply stared, not giving Kira a second look when she heard her giggle.
"You're staring" Kira whispered, not even noticing the slight smirk that appeared on the vampire's face at her words, eyes leaving the screen of Lydia's laptop for a second to meet Malia's, who was indeed staring, before she winked and turned back to the problem in hands.
"She's more interesting than this infestation of creatures around us" the werecoyote answered with a shrug, a small smile playing on her lips from their little eye contact, before she turned to the confused fox.
"What do you- oh, you mean the students" Malia grinned at this and took a bite of her cookies.
It was surprisingly good, considering it was made for a 5 hundred years old vampire who didn't quite spend much time trying to bake something.
A little burnt on the edges, but still good, and Kisa had insisted on putting them on 5 small packs, only for her favorites, she said.
One had been given to Mal, obviously.
The second to Mr. Stilinski, leaving it on his desk at work just before they went to school, with a red post-it.
"I was gonna take over the world this morning, but I burnt my cookies. Postponed... again , but don't be sad, I feel like tomorrow is our day, Mr. Stilinski! Prepare the guns and the gasoline, I'm picking you up in the morning!"
She didn't know, because he wasn't there when she came, but Noah laughed at her note and ate every single burnt cookie with a genuine smile on his face.
The third had been given to Lydia, not a surprise considering how the strawberry blonde female had claimed Kisa as her best friend.
Their friendship was definitely interesting and confusing to many, though, they wouldn't talk about boys/girls, nor fashion, like everyone expected when the subject was Lydia Martin.
The duo could go on for hours talking about history, Kisa would tell Lydia every event she had lived through and the younger girl would listen carefully with shiny eyes full of interest.
