SLAVE TO THE MOON

chapter five, jealous, are we?

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inside the argent's apartment, scott and isaac were talking with allison and argent about the sword wielding creatures that attacked them, the same things that attacked addison and isaac and now lydia.

"there was almost something ritualistic about it, like it was looking right into its soul." argent states.

isaac spoke up. "that's the same thing that happened to me..."

"that's the same thing it did to everyone." allison corrects.

scott shook his head, without a doubt disagreeing with the brunette huntress. "not everyone, they only went after the werewolves."

"and lydia." allison adds.

"anyone with a connection to the supernatural." argent states.

isaac's brows frowned in confusion. "then who was the guy they went after in japan?"

argent's eyes glided over to the teenagers, him exhaling deeply. "a kumicho, a yakzua boss."

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hours earlier there was stiles stilinski pushing the doors open to the chemistry lab, his feet quickly pacing towards the board, then he abruptly stopped, his eyes shaking with panic as he saw familiar light brown hair.

addison argent.

a piece of her hair was plaited on the side, her hair waved down to her waist, her tilting her head slightly as she looked at the board, a hand under her black leather jacket, the palm of her hand rested on the bare skin of her waist, because of the short top she had underneath.

stiles groans lightly, shaking his head, muttering in frustration about him having a crisis, while he's admiring his ex, who must've found something before him, it scared and irritated him.

stiles rushed his self over to addison, him grabbing a hold of her shoulder, pulling her back, the younger argent looking at him alarmed.

"have you been sleepwalking again? has it gotten so bad that you're sleepwalking to chemistry class? do you have a murderous subconscious side or something?" addison questions.

stiles frowns his brows at her in confusion, a blank stare in his eyes.

stiles' eyes then was directed to the board, him seeing a coded message on the board and a name written under.

KIRA

stiles had a fearful look on his face, thinking he must've been the one write it, heaven's sake! it is his handwriting.

stiles' eyes then looked over at addison in fear. "i-i didn't write this, i couldn't have..."

addison sighs out, scoffing lightly. "sure looks a lot like your handwriting."

stiles' voice broke in a terrified whisper. "y-you think i wanted to kill her?"

addison frowns at him, not really expecting him to take it seriously. "stiles?" addison rested her hand on his face. "you look like you need sleep, want me to take you home?"

addison then smiles, her turning away from him. "come on."

stiles stood still, his eyes darkening momentarily. "do-you-think i wanted to kill her or not?"

addison frowns as she stopped walking, unfamiliar by his change of tone.

addison turned to look at him, seeing a heartbreaking look on his face, it was as if he had changed his emotions so quickly. "stiles? no!"