☾ ✩ What you are doesn't define who you are...but can you know who you are without knowing what? ✩ ☽
While settling into the small town of Beacon Hills, Abigail Argent has met some of the best, and worse, people in her life. She's thought her life c...
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I look down the black skirt adoring my legs, the butterfly design matching the one on the baby blue bralette I chose. I pulled the leather jacket tighter around my body. The feeling of the material instantly reminding me of someone. Someone who wasn't so thrilled when he heard my plans for the night.
"You're what?" I grimace at the deep and not so happy tone of voice that finds my ears. I hold my breathe, trying not to look into his eyes.
"I am going to the rave. With a kid from school," His facial expression only deepens at my words. "His name is Matt."
"Right," He moves forward, slightly out of my sight. "Why is that required again?"
Is someone...jealous? I hold back any indication of my thoughts as I shrug. "Well, I kind of already had agreed to it in distress." My eyes widen as he turns to look back at me with a slightly angered look. "No, not that kind of distress! I was...in a rush and he asked, I didn't really realize what he was asking, I guess."
His face doesn't change much and I can tell he is only getting more displease the further I explain. "Plus, we didn't think Scott or Stiles would be able to get tickets to get in. So, that was my way in."
"What, exactly, would you do if something happened and you we're the only one there?" I try to keep my face impassive as he steps closer to me. I hold in my breathe when he slowly reaches out and his hand cups my face softly. "You going to fight the Kanima off alone? In a building full of drunk sweaty idiots?"
I try not to laugh at the fact that he had almost the same description of a rave as I do. I roll my eyes lightly, "I can handle myself," I gasp lightly as the hold on my face tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to force my face up closer to his, making me feel a certain something. "Plus, am I ever really alone?"
"Hmm," He watches me intently for a moment before he leans in even closer. I feel the warmth of his breath against my lips before-
"So, have you ever been to one of these before?" I blink rapidly, refocusing on the area around me. Not with Derek, with Matt.
"Oh, uh-" I look around and realize we are stepping through the entry way into a colorful room full of loud music. Which makes me wonder how long I stood entranced in my own mind. "No, I haven't. This would be my first."
I grimace as the loud music makes my brain feel like its pulsating. I again grip the material of my jacket tight in my hands. At least I know there is a plan in place for the night, one that might actually work.
Deaton gave Scott a vial of Ketamine. Apparently enough to knock Jackson, Kanima, on his ass. I know he is planning on giving it to Isaac and while that part of the plan is happening, Stiles has something Deaton called Mountain Tree Ash that he is going to surround the building in, ideally causing both the Kanima and the person controlling him to be stuck inside. And any other type of supernatural being.
