Deception || s. stilinski [2]

lucky

"They said they'd meet us here."

Bea was strongly against coming to Derek's loft to meet the twins. She hasn't really seen Aiden since he bit her, and she was perfectly content keeping it that way. Her stomach twists with nerves at the thought of seeing his face, goosebumps rising on her arms. She pulls Stiles' flannel tighter around her body.

Lydia looks around Derek's silent loft, her green eyes searching for the two former alpha twins. Scott, Bea, and Stiles wait behind her. While Stiles' and Lydia's eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, Bea stands bored, picking at her nails.

"What else would you expect from two, previously homicidal douchebags who also happen to be compulsive liars?" the redhead bites, earning a side glance from Lydia. "What? The asshole bit me."

A grunt from behind them catches Bea's attention, and right as she turns around, Stiles pulls her out of the way of Scott flying through the air. The alpha makes harsh contact with the cement floor, a loud groan falling from his lips as the twins stand over him.

Aiden catches Bea's eye, her sapphire eyes set in a glare as a smirk covers his lips. "Long time no see, Bea," he teases. She gives him a bitter smirk before raising her middle finger in his direction. Stiles grabs Lydia and Bea by the arms, dragging them out of the way.

The twins take turns beating on Scott, Bea feeling the stings of pain throughout her body. She winces every time they take a punch, and not just because of the pain she feels in her body.

"I thought you guys were gonna teach me how to roar!" Scott groans from his spot face-down on the floor. In order for Scott to be able to turn Malia back to human, he has to be able to control his shift in order to roar. That is what the twins are for.

"We are. You do it by giving in," Aiden informs, punching him again.

"Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control," Ethan elaborates, taking a hit at Scott, eliciting another groan from the alpha.

"Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls," Stiles recalls, gripping Bea's hand in his. "But you're right, beating the living rap out of him is probably a lot better."

"That's actually the plan? You kick my ass?" Scott asks, his voice going high pitched as he stands in an attempt to defend himself.

"You're afraid to turn," Aiden states.

"We're gonna make you. You turn, then you kick our asses," Ehtan offers, shrugging with a smirk.

"God knows they deserve it," Bea mumbles under her breath.

"And then you roar!" Aiden exclaims, turning into his werewolf form and roaring. Bea jumps a little, bumping into Stiles as the bite on her shoulder--still not completely healed--burns.