Cry Me A River | Book Two/Season Two

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Hello all! You're probably so sick of me making up weird rules and stuff for the vampires, but it needs to be done for the plot lol. Basically, once a person has figured out that a vampire is seducing them, they can no longer use that power. Think of it as the universe finding balance. Nothing can be all powerful. This doesn't go for compulsion, though. Compulsion typically works...unless you have a powerful enough mind to deny it...

also, fair warning, there is light spiciness towards the end of this chapter. i'm not going to say you can't read if you're under 18, bc i honestly don't care, just enjoy!

"What do you think they're doing?" I ask Stiles as we sit on the edge of the overlook, referring to Allison and Scott who're in Allion's car.

"Probably making out." He answers honestly. I nod my head, agreeing, before I turn to look at him. When he notices me staring, he looks at me, confused. "What is it?"

"I just wish things were different." I admit, not taking my eyes off of his. "I've been thinking...and I'm pretty sure James has this vampire superpower that allows him to make me think I like him."

"Why do you say that?" He questions, leaning back on his hands.

"There were these moments, and in them I think I knew something was wrong, but then he did something, and I forgot all about it. The longer I'm away from him, the more I realize that something's not right." I explain, curling my knees into my chest to try and warm up.

When he doesn't respond, I continue.

"I also have these holes in my memory. Like the night I showed up to the school covered in blood? I still have no clue how that happened. I don't know how I got there, and I can't remember how I got hurt. He's powerful, Stiles. More powerful than me and Scott. I mean we're talking mind compulsion and-"

"And we'll be okay." He interrupts me, being surprisingly optimistic. I look back to him, a faint smile on my lips.

"Are you still mad at me?" I question, going entirely off track. He pushes off of his hands and scoots over to sit so close that our arms are pressing together.

"I was never mad, Alara. I was hurt." He replies, a tinge of sadness in his voice. I look down, ashamed that I made Stiles upset. "I wanted you, like bad. I got you, and then you were taken away. Then, you remind me that we aren't together. Then, Scott gives us his permission to date, and you decide you don't want too anymore. It hurt."

"I'm sorry, Stiles." Is all I can muster up.

"It's okay. I said I'd wait, and I haven't changed my mind yet." He shocks me with his words, and when I look to him, he's already staring at me with a soft gaze. "I still love you just as much as I did the first time I said it. All right?"

"I don't deserve you." I whisper, getting lost in his brown eyes. The corners of his lips tug upwards, showing that he's trying not to smile.

"Who does? I'm awesome." He jokes, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest.

"I still love you too." I speak so low that I'm sure he can't hear me, but to my surprise, he pulls back, looking at me with a smile. A real smile.

Then, his eyes dart down to my lips, and I've never wanted someone to kiss me so bad. He leans on one hand and cups the side of my face with the other, stroking my cheek slowly with his thumb.

Just as he starts to move in, Scott's voice interrupts.

"Sorry-I-I'm sorry." He stutters as he sees what he's walked into. "But you guys should see this."