Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

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 24 / 05 / 2011 : B E A C O N   H I L L' S   H I G H S C H O O L

I wandered the halls aimlessly unable to leave the premises until Klaus had had his 'talk,' with the Principle. Students hurriedly passed by to get to class on time, as I shoved Stiles up against the lockers.

"Hey Sti," I smiled sarcastically. "What's going on?" I drawled, a smirk tugging at my lips as I looked at him with slitted eyes.

He clutched his chest in mild panic before his eyes met my face, his body slumping in relief, "Well, yesterday after you disappeared with the dead body of Derek, Scott made Derek a fugitive, while the Alpha turned him and tried to get him to kill us. He left us locked in a classroom and because of that Allison broke up with him and now he's a depressed angry teen wolf, who keeps trying to maim and kill me!" Stiles stressed as he struggled against my grip.

"Stiles calm down, one Derek's alive and fighting," I smirked my eyes flashing dangerously, "Scott won't hurt you, no matter how much his werewolf tries, he will always be able to suppress it. Anyway, let John know that I'll be around to pick up my stuff." Stiles stopped struggling with a look of confusion.

"What where are you going?" I smiled warmly at Stiles, "Nowhere Stiles, I'm not going anywhere." I bit the insides of my cheeks, brushing of Stiles briefly, before saluting him in a childish manner.

"I'm just going to stay with a friend, someone that I can't hurt," Stiles' face falls, as he breaths out slowly, "You won't hurt me, I know you won't Evie," his tone is begging as his hand holds mines. 

I shake my head, swallowing as I stare at his sneakered feet, "I can't ensure that Stiles, I can't hurt you, or John. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt anybody else," Stiles stared at our hands, slowly releasing his fingertips in understanding. 

"Okay- okay."

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M I K A E L S O N/  H A L L  L O F T

"So, school." I drawled, leaning against the steel pipe standing in the middle of the lounge.

"Yes, you will be attending love," I sighed dramatically, sliding down the pole to fall against the floor. I began to flop around helplessly as I moaned in boredom. "Can't I be homeschooled?" I pouted, "No," he said dismissing me with a tone of finality, "Training every day after school, buy your own food, no friends over with or without my permission if you take any alcohol don't throw up on my Persian rug," he said sarcastically as he slouched on the leather sofa in the loft that he'd recently bought.

I sighed, "Is that it?"

"Yeah, I mean you already have life threatening rules to live by, why would I want to add more, love?" he said suggestively as he took off his shirt.

I averted my eyes, as I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Derek," I hissed, grabbing his arm alarmed and dragging him out onto the balcony. "You're a wanted fugitive wandering around, and my father an Orginal Vampire, does not exactly favour you. What are you doing here?!" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Uh, some people are watching my house and I sort of have nowhere to go," he paused, "and the full moon's tonight so?"

 I rubbed my face, "Mhmm yeah, I have Klaus watching me tonight, I was planning on seeing Scott because I feel like he's struggling," he nodded, sighing as he averted his eyes. I looked over his shoulders, regretting my decision already. "You can stay." I mumbled, "I'll take the floor, the king fugitive is welcome to my bed." I said, before turning and resting my arms on the railing.