Angel Flares

Ch 7: Cradled in Love

Lydia jogged into Flares and looked around, spotting a somewhat familiar person she headed to the man called Bunny, "Um excuse me, I'm looking for Stiles, I was supposed to meet him for lunch", she informed politely.

A young woman with startling cerulean eyes and dark Auburn hair looked up who stood next to him, reading something off a Tablet, Cherry pink lips pursued, she was dressed in semi-formal grey pencil skirt, with a soft Rose pink Peasant Embroidery Flared Bell Sleeve Cotton Blouse, it complimented her warm fair skin, with shoulder length hair falling straight down. Two thick curly tendrils, framed her heart shaped face, and transformed from serious to polite as "Oh you're Lydia!!!" she greeted happily. "Pleasure to meet you", she offered a hand palm up.

Lydia took it, "And you are?" she asked softly.

"Lena Smith, Restaurant Critic and Contract-Based Advisor", she grinned disarmingly.

"I don't suppose you know where Stiles is?" she asked politely.

Lena shrugged, "Eh", she looked up after she made a note of something, on her tablet, and "Probably terrorizing some elves", she gave a fang-y grin.

Lydia blinked, "Is that a Euphemism for something else?" she enquired cautiously.

Lena looked at her, eyes piercing hers, "Huh", she grabbed Lydia's hand and pulled, "Come on", she said, "You need to see and then only will you believe, plus, I thought as a Banshee you would have guessed Dhamphirs don't really lie about Supntrl Laws", she stopped behind a large potted plant and pointed, "See", she instructed, "I told you he's terrorizing elves", she informed.

And Lydia did just that, she saw, Stiles calmly placed two plates in front of two men with Orlando Bloom's Muscular build from Pirates of the Caribbean, and shivered.

There was something distinctly obdurate about the human as she watched him speak, "Can you hear what they're saying?" she asked the—dhamphir?—oh she and Stiles were gonna have words.

"Yup, come here", she led Lydia to closer to where a young redhead waitress, a woman with name-tag Jessica and a familiar bartender with the name-tag Adam both crowding around a rather distraught Jessica.

"What—"

"Listen", Lena urged, "And learn", she advised quietly.

Lydia looked up and this time she understood why Derek often stated—albeit sarcastically—Stiles was dangerous, dangerously brave.

Stiles though he looked sincere (He was dressed in black trousers, a white dress shirt similar to what Jessica was wearing, and a red vest), was so pissed off, he had a genial smile and polite demeanor and his eyes flashed dangerously. His voice was quiet and lenient, almost sounded forgiving, but his words were just so damn cruel...

"Allow me to introduce myself gentlemen", he started, "My name is Stiles Stilinski, I am the proprietor of this fine establishment. Now under due diligence, I would never have stepped up to the plate, and given you this introduction, not when you are well aware of my allegiance in the Supernatural world. Which begs the question, by contributing to a deity of the Sidhe Court an offering I've struck a bit of an alliance with the Seelie Court; the true Aristocrats of Daione Sidhe. Which I'm sure you are well aware of, so when a member of the Fae courts under the Elfish Council of Oberon & Titania steps into Flares, you have to be aware that stepping into the True Alpha's territory, and insulting their human pack member, in any way can be construed as an act of war. Consequently gentlemen, when someone I give a shit about, is attacked by members of Oberon & Titania's Council, let it be known, that I will rescind you, your family, your kind, your clan, every single last one of you, without shedding a single drop of blood. I have the power of words at my disposal, and if I use my abilities please note-", here he leaned down and no less audibly, hissed, "-I will eviscerate every last one of you... dry!" he promised.