"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body." Lydia states. "You found a dead body?" Stiles asks. "Not yet." Lydia replies.
"Not yet? What do you mean not yet? Lydia you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." Stiles says. "Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." Lydia states. "How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body." Stiles argues.
"It's not that hard. I just follow the intoxicating and abundant scent of human blood. The body is right there." I state pointing towards the Beacon Hills High sign. We call in the body because that's all we seem to be able to do these days.
"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story. Lydia I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." Ms. Blake states. "You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia replies. I stifle a laugh at Lydia's response that Ms. Blake was definitely not ready for.
"Oh, um, well, that was an idiom by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying 'Jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'Seeing the whole board.'" Ms. Blake states.
"Like chess." Stiles says. "That's right Stiles. Do you play?" Blake inquires. "No. My father does." Stiles answers. "Now when does an idiom become a cliche?" Blake questions. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." Scott states. "What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asks.
"The Druids are emissaries right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" Scott suggests. "Okay first of all, I cannot believe we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'What if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?' actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan." Stiles states.
"What's the problem?" I ask. "Going through Aiden. Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together." Stiles states. "How are we gonna separate them again?" Scott questions. We all look at Lydia. "What now?" Lydia asks.
"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" Ethan asks referring to Stiles. "Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-" Stiles threatens.
"Calm down Stiles. Good for you though, not taking any shit." I whisper the last sentence in his ear. "We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that is something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." Scott explains.
"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas." Ethan states. "What were you?" I ask. "Omegas. In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack." Ethan says.
"So you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles questions. "Something like that." Ethan replies. "What happened?" Scott asks. "They were killers. I mean, people talk about is as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our alpha was the worst of them." Ethan states.
"Why didn't yo guys just fight back? Form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?" Stiles questions. "We couldn't. We didn't know how to control it back then." Ethan answers. "Deucalion taught you." Scott says.
"And then we fought. We took down the whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart, literally." Ethan reminisces. "What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?" Scott asks. "All of them except for Deucalion." Ethan states. "You mean Morell?" I question.
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Kindred Spirits {Stiles Stilinski: Book Two}
Fanfiction"He found darkness in her beauty, and she found beauty in his darkness." All that Lia Lockwood ever wanted was to be loved. When she finally found someone who would love her no matter what, her sire, Klaus Mikaelson, came back to claim what is his...