STRONGER ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 4 ]

One ~ Fiesta

"Escuché que había una fiesta."

Brianna smirked at the two men guarding he door. She had told them she'd heard about the party but they still shook their head in response. Sighing, she pulled out a card that was actually her ticket and sent them a fake sweet smile as a back up. One gestured with his head up to the camera and after him speaking in Spanish, Brianna showed it her card. The door opened seconds after.

"Gracias," She said to the boys as she strutted past them. She'd chosen to wear skin tight black jeans and an odd the shoulder navy top. It may be a party but she played it safe. There's always fighting when it comes to the pack.

As soon as she walked into the dim corridor the door slammed behind me. "Rude," the blonde mumbled sarcastically before carrying on walking.

As an eery feeling sent shivers up her spine she guessed that she probably shouldn't have come here alone. Chances were she could get kidnapped walking down the hallway. Luckily she didn't.

After pushing the only door in the hallway, awful rave music blasted into her face. Taking a couple of steps into the party, all she saw was sweaty people dancing or sweaty people drinking. There was no in between. That was until her eyes landed on two familiar people.

Taking out two bullet shells she placed them into the two shot drinks in front of them. A man glanced at her and she tilted her her head to the side with a smirk. "Take me and my friends to Araya." The blonde ordered him simply.

With a grunt, he gestured for them to follow him. Immediately Brianna dodged sweaty bodies while she walked after him. Her arm was gripped by a certain strawberry blonde who Brianna smiled at, not taking her eyes off there man. "Hey Lyd, how you doing?"

"What are you doing here?" Her best friend hissed.

"Right now? Expecting a better welcome from my best friend."

After that her other arm was gripped harshly. "We're not in the mood for funny." Stiles hissed. "If you haven't noticed we have a plan."

"A bad one."

Lydia gave Stiles a look. "I told you." She sang.

"I know all about it." Brianna continued, ignoring her. "Scott called me. Also, not like it matters to you or anything Stiles, but I had to leave so don't get all moody with me now that I'm back."

"You didn't have to least. We always have a choice." Those words made Brianna want to wince but she refused the urge. "I could have taught you how to live a normal human life." Stiles continued.

"I'm sure Malia would have loved sharing your undivided attention with me." The blonde mused as the trio were lead into a quiet hallway. It was less eery as the other one. As crazy as it sounded, Brianna felt more at ease because of the calavera guard.

Stiles sighed in frustration, "Scott has been training Malia, not me, if you really must know."

"I don't care!" Brianna snapped, jumping slightly as she wafted her arms. Lydia gave the pair an annoyed look each. After that they both shut up. A pissed look from Lydia Martin had that effect on people.

As soon as the three walked into the room Brianna was spotted by the women. The trio sat in front of her with Brianna in the middle, eyebrows raise. She was waiting for her to speak first. "Brianna Voyant? Last I heard you was with the council."

"For once, you head right, Araya."

"May I ask what you're doing here? Out of the bounds where the council can't protect you."

"First of all, I don't need protecting but even if I did you don't hunt my kind so I feel pretty confident here, Araya. Second of all, you have something I want."