a teen wolf fan fic
in which 16 year-old Aaliyah Dunbar battles the supernatural while trying to survive high school. She finds out the truth of her families werewolf hunter history as she becomes exactly what they hate.
Allison Argent x OC
Stiles...
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[QUARANTINE] "You're poison to the touch of my tongue and I don't know why"
Song: Glue - Gigi Perez
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After taking her brother home from the clinic Aaliyah got a call from Stiles telling her meet him at Scott's. When she got there Stiles, Scott, and Issac were sitting on the floor at the foot of Scott's bed with a duffle bag full of money in between them. Aaliyah joined them and they took out a tape recorder and inserted a tape they found with the money. The money was what Violet and Garret got for killing Carrie Hudson and Demarco.
"After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a dark net portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember, visual confirmation is always required for payment." Stiles paused the tape.
"You ever made a wire transfer?" He asked.
"No," Aaliyah shook her head answering at the same time as Issac.
"Never had enough money." Scott answered.
"So you didn't understand a word of that either?" Issac said.
"I don't understand any of this." Scott said. "Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?"
"Because apparently someone wants us dead, badly." Aaliyah answered. Scott sighed then started piling the money back into the duffel bag.
"Whoa, woah, what are you doing?" Stiles asked.
"It's late. We've got PSATs in the morning."
"No, I meant the money. $500,000. You know how much money that is." Stiles emphasized.
"It's 500,000..." Issac started.
"It's half a million dollars, dude." Stiles interrupted. "What are you going to do, just slide it under your mattress?"
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