DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

II ϟ C H I V A L R Y

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C H A P T E R  T W O: C H I V A L R Y

BEACON HILL'S HIGH SCHOOL⎮CHIVALRY

I grinned, motioning Jackson into the lockers before me, "Ladies first." Jackson scowled in response, eyes narrowing up at me as his eyes flashed an icy blue, a sharp contrast against my red that lay dormant beneath my human-amber orbs. 

"Stilinski, don't make me kick your ass at Lacrosse again." He snarled, brushing my arm out of the doorway with a humoured glare that I returned without hesitation.

"You stabbed me in the stomach?" I chuckled, "Hardly seems fair-" my teasing was abruptly interrupted as Scott charged through the small distance between Jackson and me, gripping Jackson roughly by the throat, and hoisting him up against the lockers with a flash of his canines. It had been three days since I'd last seen the Alpha, this is not what I had expected when I saw him next.

"Stay away from my best friend!" he growled possessively, his claws grazing the underside of Jackson's jugular with a fatal purpose lingering on its tips. Jackson struggled against Scott's Alpha strength as my lips tugged at my residing fangs that had sprouted instinctually. 

I scoffed, a scowl tugging at my thin lips as I gripped Scott's neck pulling him backwards with ease before pushing him lightly into the mirroring lockers. "You lost the privilege to call me your best friend, Scott. You need to think twice about who and what you're dealing with." My jaw clenched with renewed anger, as Jackson grasped my shoulder in between his fingertips gently pulling me away from the pack that gathered in front of us.

Issac mirrored Jackson, who stood at my side, with a flash of his beta eyes, "What? You think we're afraid of you, Stilinski? You're just a weak- Pathetic - Human," he spat venomously his lips pulling back to form a thin barrier above his elongated teeth.

I tilted my head with a grim smirk before stepping up to face Isaac, a deep, dangerous laugh directed to his face. "Look, Lahey," I spat, eyes narrowing with each step that I took closer to his tall figure. Just because you're Scott's best friend rebound doesn't mean you can come up to me and call me weak. You think you're so mighty!" I released a loud laugh, "and great! That you're on top of the food chain, but your not. I am!" I felt my anger churn beneath the surface as Isaac chuckled with an unfathomable amount of disbelief. 

"You?" he laughed furthermore infuriating me, "Stilinski you couldn't even beat off a fl-" before he could criticise me further I'd thrown a clean hook to Isaac's exposed side before counter-attacking his opposing side sending him recoiling into the lockers

"Humour me, and attempt to call me weak again." I chuckled darkly as I gripped Jackson's shoulder, firmly steering him away from Isaac and Scott's shocked expressions, I could feel their reluctance in letting me walk, but their dormant wolves could undoubtfully feel the power radiating from my human disguise and didn't dare overstep the boundaries I'd clearly created.

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BEACON HILL'S HIGH SCHOOL(FEILD)⎮CHIVALRY

"Jackson," I growled in warning, feeling a hot needy burn thoroughly coat my features with a molten hot substance. Jackson, who had momentarily been unaware, gasped in fright as my orbs ignited a path of destruction. "Distract me," I pleaded urgently feeling the veins sprout like foreshadows of the coming bloodshed. "I can hear every heartbeat, the steady thrum of my demise as it liquidates the bloodstream of every human and supernatural in a five-mile radius, I can hear them as they go about their pointless lives. I want to tear into their throats and rip their hearts from their defenseless state of fear. I want to suck them dry until their bodies deflate around brittle bones. I want them dead! I want them to know who the Orginal Ripper is!" I growled lowly for only Jackson and I's ears as my fists grasped the Lacrosse stick in a firm grip willing myself to ignore the blood that breached my flared nostrils.