Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

4- Basement

 Malia's shoulder bumps into mine when she sits down at the wooden table beside me with a tray of food in her hands. She sets the plastic tray down. "Quit staring. You look creepy."

Shaking my head, I break the gaze I had on Stiles from across the courtyard. My mind just can't seem to understand how I didn't see anything about him when we met. Nothing makes sense unless I somehow already met him. Wouldn't I remember meeting him, though?

My head angles downwards to stare back at my half eaten tray of food. Ever since he arrived to Eichen last night, I can't seem to get him out of my thoughts. I don't understand any of this. Usually, when someone new is admitted to Eichen House, I see all about their life, yet nothing comes to me when Stiles came.

"If it's bothering you so much, go talk to him." Malia waves her hand towards Stiles, who just walked into the part of the building where the broken telephone is. She curls her lip at her food, not liking any of it.

"I might." I shrug my shoulders. I push my tray of food away from me, no longer hungry.

"This food sucks." Malia groans, "I just want to go hunting again."

The palm of my hand ends up holding up my chin. "Why don't you just sneak into the kitchen and steal raw meat?"

Malia tilts her head to the side. "I didn't think about that." Just like I did, Malia pushes her food away, disgusted. "Come on, let's go to our stash. At least that food is semi better than this."

The two of us walk towards the over hang of the building. My stomach growls at the thought of the food we have hidden upstairs. Meredith, a banshee who nearly seems out of her mind, passes by the two of us with a blank look on her face.

"Hi, Meredith." I smile at her.

The two of us have this weird, unspoken bond. When Meredith came to Eichen House, she had this look on her face, like she knew exactly what I was, even when I still don't have a complete idea of what I am. We have this understanding that we are part of the supernatural and don't bother each other ever.

Meredith keeps a blank face as she continues to walk by, but I know she appreciates it when I saw hi to her. Like I said, it's an weird friendship that we have.

"Malia?" Stiles' voice comes from behind us.

Malia's whole body tenses up at his voice. I knew the past she had with Stiles because I had seen everything about her when she came to Eichen. Malia, also, told me just about every day that she hates Scott and Stiles for what they did to her. She was perfectly happy being a coyote.

Malia's fingers lock around my wrist to prevent me from spinning around to face Stiles. Of course, she didn't mind before if I went to go talk to him, but when his attention is brought on her, she wants nothing to do with him.

"Malia?" Stiles calls out again.

With a sigh, Malia spins around to face him, crossing her arms over her stomach. Slowly, I turn around to face him as well, throwing him slightly off guard when he sees me. Stiles eyebrows furrow as his dark brown eyes gaze at me. He blinks once and brings his attention back to Malia.

"Hey, it's Stiles. Do you remember me? I'm friends with Scott. Remember?" Stiles asks her.

I suck in a deep breath when I'm hit with a vision. I stumble back slightly from what I just saw. My eyes widen at Malia.

"We were the ones who helped you out with-"

"Malia, don't!" I raise my voice when I see her fist swing back just like in my vision. My shouts aren't enough to stop her fist from colliding into Stiles' face. Stiles grunts as he gets punched and falls to the ground.