Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

W E L C O M E

"Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey." ― Lord Byron

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E V E L Y N' S P O V - 03 / 06 / 2012 : E Q U U S   B A S S  7 7 0

I revved my engine louder as we roared along the empty open road, Klaus in front blocking my path in his Boss 429, 1969 Ford mustang. I checked my rear view mirror as Elijah crept closer to the rear of my vehicle, his 1969 Corvette Stingray roaring in the late afternoon light. Russ drove casually behind him, followed by Kol, the two on similar Ducati 748's. I smiled warmly as we passed the familiar, 'Welcome to Beacon Hill's,' sign.

Kol pulled off onto a dirt road, as we continued in our tight pack like formation, we dropped into a line as we drew nearer to the town centre. The quietness of the town, sent a chill through my body as I pulled into the hospital parking. I sniffed the air, as Klaus stepped out of the car, Rus wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, as Elijah straightened his suit.

"Your friends await love," Klaus said tilting his head as he pursed his lips. I gulped, I had been gone for a year, no explanation as to where; I had just disappeared. I had missed them dearly, the pain of being away from people that I had grown accustomed too had hurt my wolf; who preferred to be with his pack, he had shut me out for a month leaving me vulnerable, every night his cry's and pleas haunting my nightmares, the same face of a stranger surfacing.

I gulped, my hands fidgeting, as I took a shaky step forward. Russ stepped beside me, his hand holding mine tightly in a supportive manner as he helped me through the doors. I followed the recent scent trail of Stiles, as I listened intently to his soft snores resounding from the next hallway over. Russ hugged me briefly, whispering comforting words in my ear before playfully shoving me towards the sleeping Stiles. I gulped, glancing back at my close friend as he gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded to myself closing my eyes as I stood beside him. "Ohh - Just like that. No, no, you first. Me first?" Stiles mumbled sleepy as he lay over several chairs, his limbs dangling awkwardly. "You're dirty." He whispered, his hand inching closer to his privates, I coughed. My finger prodding the sleeping boy cautiously.

He leapt up, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he fell to the ground. I stifled a laugh and helped him up, "Uh, thanks," he said smiling at me as I frowned, I sighed, of course, he didn't remember me. My midnight black hair, a reminder of the terrible occurrences here had been dyed in hopes of escaping the nightmares. My hair now sported a light brown complementing my grey eyes, my attire was even more dark and mysterious; as Kol had rubbed off on me.

"Stiles, it's me," I whispered, cringing at the cliche. His eyes widened, as he looked me up and down.

"Evie," he whispered shocked, his arms immediately grabbing mine as he launched his body onto mine, his arms wrapping tightly around my body, as my own slowly snaked around his waist.

I smiled, "I missed you Sti," I whispered as I pet his back affectionately. He nodded his head pressed into my shoulder.

He let go unwillingly, "I'm hungry," he mumbled, a frown of confusion crinkling on his forehead as he craned his neck to see a bending machine. I handed him some cash, as Russ made his way over to me.

I watched Stiles contently, as Russ sat beside me, a smile on the both of our faces as he slicked his hair back. Stiles began to angrily bang against the machine, his candy caught on the bar as I laughed. The laughter immediately coming to a halt as the machine began to fall. Russ disappeared as my reflexes took over, running impossibly fast, I pushed him out of the way the machine landing on me as I grunted. The familiar scream, causing my ears to bleed as her scream reverberated around the hospital. Russ couldn't escape my body, as he was bound because I was supposedly in trouble, the reflexes not enabling him to leave. I shifted slightly, my hands weakly grasping the side and began pushing the heavy machine upwards. Klaus finished the job, as he helped me up. He frowned angrily at me as he inspected my bleeding ears,

"Banshee," he whispered, before urgently commanding, "we need to go."

I swallowed and looked at Stiles sadly, my grey dull eyes reflecting in his glassy eyes as I hugged him, "I'll see you soon," I promised, kissing him lightly on the cheek before backing away. Russ reappearing from my shadow, as Klaus dragged me away. I numbly looked around, the hospital blurring into one as Agnes spurred out random images. I blinked them away, as Klaus looked down at me his teeth biting at his cheeks.

"He's at the cemetery," I mumbled averting my eyes. Klaus was hunting down an omega werewolf. Him having escaped our grasp in Mexico. We heard wind of his mysterious appearance in Mystic Falls heading in a southern direction, from many of our trusted servants. This brought us back to Beacon Hills. I climbed into my car, rolling down my window as Klaus rested his elbows on the window sill.

"You're not coming." He commanded I glared in response. He shrugged disapproving my behaviour, "You're are a liability," he continued as I snarled.

"It's my fault he escaped, and therefore I must be the one to return him. I give you my word Klaus, I will return him." He sighed but nodded nonetheless. The engine roared to life, as the sun began to set. Shadows dancing in the slimmer of light, as Silver made an appearance. My vision flashing infrared briefly before my eyesight returned. I pulled up, quite far away from the entrance of the cemetery. I popped open the boot, opening up a duffle bag and reaching in to get a change of clothes.

I undressed before slipping on my favourite camouflage recon carrier combat pants, a plain black t-shirt, before wrapping my gun holster around my waist, I slipped my well-worn pocket knife into one of the many pockets on my pants, before tucking my pants' legs into some dark green stealth combat boots. I slipped my brown leather jacket over the top before arming my gun.

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I sniffed the air, blood tainting the fresh forest air as I growled. I ran forward, knife in hand as Joe cowered away. My knife laced with wolfsbane sunk deep into his flesh, as he cried out in pain. My hand immediately silencing him as I snapped his neck. I picked him up by the scruff of the neck alerting Russ as I dragged him towards my car.

A shiver ran down my spine, as I listened intently. My fangs flourishing as I dropped the body, I shook my head huffing as I breathed in his scent. "Of course, he had to be here," I grunted, turning leaving the unconscious werewolf as I ran towards him. If he was as territorial as the rest of the Alpha's I had been lucky enough to come across, I better make myself known.

His figure loomed out of the darkness as I saw him bite into an adolescent, the growl escaping my throat where it had been growing. "Derek, do you thrive on tormenting depressed teens?" I questioned tauntingly, as I trained my ears on the wolf I left unconscious. He smiled a small smile, as he took large steps, engulfing me in a hug. His nose nuzzled in my neck as I reminisced in the friendly memories we shared. I shuffled closer to him, a smile tugging at my lips as he tightened his grip on me.

I suddenly broke the hug, a roar escaping my mouth as I turned. The shift now painless as I leapt into the air, the shifting completing on landing, as I bounded into the night. Silver taking control as he urged to impress who he had grown accustomed to call Alpha. The escapee struggling to run, as I closed the distance. My wolf landing on him hard, as I snapped his neck once more. Shifting back my clothes in tatters, the spell I cast having grown weaker over the years. "Idiot," I muttered, poking him with the toe of my boot.

I reached down, picking him up effortless; I swung him onto my shoulder and ran to my car.