Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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I couldn't have been in my room for more than an hour when there was a knock on my door and it opened slowly. "Ava? Are you asleep?" Isaac said. I rolled over and flipped on the bedside lamp.

"No, not yet."

"Can I come in?" He asked. I nodded and he walked over. I sat up and pushed back the covers.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "I feel stupid saying it, but I'll probably have nightmares, about my dad."

"Its not stupid." I patted the empty side of the bed and he sat down. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." I nodded and flipped the lamp off. We both lay down facing each other, the light from the street lamps outside fell across his face so I could see him. "Tell me about your parents, you never talk about them."

"Succubi may be immortal but they aren't invincible. My dad died in the Great Fire of London, Brooke and I were only seven. So it was mostly just the three of us after that. My mom was a writer, but you already know that. She wrote about a lot of supernaturals but never werewolves, I think she thought they were a myth. Though now they seem to be quite abundant in London, my cousin has sent several email updates about Jackson in the last few months." I paused. "My mother would have loved to meet you."

"Me, why?"

"The two of you are a lot alike. You're both reckless for starters; you get in a lot of situations you shouldn't be in. You're also both gentle hearted, for the most part. Brooke on the other hand would have adored Scott, always a fan of the All-American nice guy, a bit bland in my opinion. She would have preferred Derek to you though, she liked to think she had a wild streak."

"What about you, who do you prefer?" He asked. I opened my mouth to answer the question that Brooke warned me about, but I couldn't do it. "I shouldn't have asked."

Neither of us spoke for several minutes. "Do you want me to tell you?" I asked, finding my voice. "Honestly, it should be you. If I ever imagined falling in love with anyone he was just like you. But then there's Derek. He's infuriating, some days I honestly think I hate him, and he's so confusing, I have no idea what he thinks about me. I honestly don't know if I could choose." I realized Isaac's eyes had closed. "Isaac?" I whispered. No response. I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, Isaac."

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At lunch the next day I got a text from Cora. Need your help, come by the loft.

I'm not helping Derek, I typed back. My phone rang and I sighed. "Cora, no."

"Do you want to get him killed?" She asked. "Please say no, because I have high hopes for you."

"I'm not going to the loft," I told her.

"Fine, Boyd and I will pick you up after school. Bring your best alpha stalking gear, we're following the twins."

"Cora-"

"See you at 3, demon girl." She hung up.

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That afternoon I went out front and saw Boyd. He waved me over and I noticed Cora. "Thought you were ditching us there for a minute."

"I thought about it," I admitted.

"Get in loser, we're going shopping," she said.

"Did you just quote Mean Girls?" I asked as I got in the back seat. "That honestly didn't even make sense." She grinned at me in the rear view mirror.

"I am not as boring and grumpy as my dear brother, Ava."

"There they are," Boyd said pointing at the twins across the parking lot.