Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Absolutely Ridiculous

Stiles was pacing around the room, wondering why he always had to babysit the murderous monsters. He was currently in Scott's living room, hoping that someone would get back there very soon. As the animal clinic actually had to take in and help animals and needed the space they had had to move Havoc somewhere else; and the McCall's house had been perfect, since Melissa was working at the hospital most of the times anyways.

Havoc moved in the sofa where she was placed, which startled Stiles. He jumped a little bit and then walked around the sofa so he was able to watch her more carefully. Since she had previously actually attacked someone, they had all agreed that they would chain her down and have someone watch her. Not that Peter and Derek thought the chains would work, but since she was weaker now they hoped.

"Havoc?" Stiles asked carefully, leaning forwards a tiny bit. When she moved, he jumped back. Havoc opened her eyes and blinked a few times. The only light in the room was provided by the lamp in the ceiling and the few strands of sunlight who managed to get past the closed curtains. She jerked her hands up, trying to snap the chains off, but she was unable to do so. A growl left her lips, and Stiles thought it almost reminded him of a werewolf.

"Okay uh, just calm down. Scott and-" Stiles began trying to convince her to stay down but she turned her head and stared right into his eyes.

"Get the chains away from me" she said harshly with a stone cold expression on her face. Stiles felt compelled to do so, even if his mind screamed at him to fight it. He couldn't fight it, because even in this weakened state Havoc could still use some basic vampire tricks.

As soon as she was free she sat up and rubbed her wrists, shooting death glares at Stiles. He let go of the chains, letting them fall to the ground, and then held his hands up in defense.

"Okay, that was not my idea I swear."

"Whatever you say, Stilinski." She huffed back. She leaned back in the sofa and looked around in the room, taking everything in and trying to figure out where exactly she was.

"Is Stiles your real name? Or did your parents give you an awful name like me and you decided to use a nickname and never speak of it again?" Havoc suddenly asked. Stiles seemed to calm down a little bit, and sat down in an armchair.

"The later one. Who'd name their child Stiles Stilinski?" Stiles pointed out and raised his eyebrows.

"True. Strange name for a strange guy." Havoc pulled her fingers through her hair.

"Bet my real name is worse. Probably even worse than yours." Stiles promised. Havoc shook her head.

"I bet it's not." Havoc retorted.

"Mieczyslaw. My name is Mieczyslaw. Whatever your name is it can't be worse than that" Stiles exclaimed.

"Well that is quite ridiculous. You win this time. My name is Havoc now, so whatever it used to be doesn't matter anyways. Where are the others?" While talking, Havoc realized that she was still wearing the same dress she had left her manor in. A sound rang through the silence, signalizing that Stiles had gotten a text message. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and read the message before looking up at Havoc again.

"It's Scott. They got something. I'm going to leave with him now because he needs a driver, so you stay here and rest and we'll be back as soon as we can. Someone should be over soon, alright?"

Havoc rolled her eyes too tired to answer, and laid back down in the sofa. "Whatever you say, Mieczyslaw." She mustered out. Stiles looked like he was about to say something about that comment and then changed his mind. He stomped over to the door ready to leave, and then left with one last,

"Don't die"