ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄
Sitting in the waiting room chairs, I leaned my head back on the wall, while Stiles tried to get Derek out of here, I just needed to be alone for a minute. I just wanted Stiles to get the hell back up here so we could leave.
I needed to speak to my father, I've been so busy lately, that I completely forgot about him seeing Scott wolf out on Ms. Blake, or should I say Jennifer.
He must have been terrified, I can't even begin to imagine. Well, I can, because I was just as terrified when I found out. But it's different, he found out one of his daughters' best friends was a Werewolf, and that it's the reason I was so adamant about training.
It's safe to say I was scared to have this talk with him, if he's even home. I wouldn't be surprised if he was hard at work, trying to find Sheriff Stilinski.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Stiles plopped down in the seat next to me, I didn't say a word, I just laid my head on his shoulder.
We both look up at the doors when the FBI walk inside, and I furrow my eyebrows when I see Stiles roll his eyes and sigh.
"Just perfect." He whispered to himself.
A man walks over and stands in front of us, looking over at me momentarily before speaking to Stiles.
"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"
"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." Stiles tells the man.
I look between both of them, "who are you? Who is he?" I ask Stiles expectingly.
"Scott's father, if you can call him that." He responds, causing me to bite my lip and nod.
The man sighs and runs his hand over his face, "where is your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." Stiles shrugs.
"Is he drinking again?"
"What do you mean, 'again?' He never had to stop." Stiles replies to the man defensively.
"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"
I wanted to get up and hit the man right then and there, but Stiles grabbed my shoulder, already knowing what I was thinking.
