Aeonian •Book 1•

One;

I have this story up on a couple other sites and figured I should post it here. I hope it has as much success on here as it does on them. It's sort of going to drag on for the first few chapters, but then it starts to be an episode a chapter. Yeah.

Oh yeah, there are characters on the side and who plays them for my OCs.

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I sighed from the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep as we drove to the nearest tattoo place. Scott was allowed to get a freakin’ tattoo at age seventeen, but I had to wait until I was sixteen to get my bellybutton pierced. It was a little bit ridiculous if I was being honest. A bellybutton piercing was so much less serious than a tattoo.

“I still don’t think it’s fair that mom’s letting you get this tattoo,” I complained for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

They both ignored me and continued to talk like I wasn’t even in the car. I was used to this by now, I’d been around them my entire life after all. Stiles Stilinski had been Scott’s best friend since kindergarten so he and I had been forced to be best friends as well.

“Scarlet did have to wait until she was sixteen to get her bellybutton pierced…” My best friend Lily said from her spot beside me. “It is a little bit unfair.”

Lily was my Stiles, she and I had been best friends since kindergarten, too. She knew about the werewolf issues, the Kanima issues, and psycho hunter issues. I had to have someone that I talked to when things got crazy and that someone couldn’t always be Stiles. I mean, he was Scott’s best friend and I’d hate to steal him away.

We parked in front of a Tattoo Parlor and all piled out of the Jeep. I made sure my dress was smoothed down before heading into the shop just behind Stiles. Scott made his way over to the chair while the rest of us leafed through the books filled with tattoo ideas.

“What about this one?” Stiles asked, showing Scott a picture of a lizard man that looked a lot like Jackson in Kanima form.

I giggled before I could stop myself, but Scott and Lily just rolled their eyes. Stiles winked at me for laughing at his joke before going back to looking through the book with a small smile still on his lips.

“I don’t understand why you want two black bands? Isn’t that boring?” Lily asked, sitting on the sill of the window. “Why not something more interesting?”

“I don’t know why I want the design, but I know I want a tattoo. It’s a sort of rite of passage kind of thing,” he explained, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. “It symbolizes something to me.”

The tattoo artist spoke up, making me jump because I didn’t realize that he was in the room with us. “Tattoos have been around for thousands of years. The word for tattoo in Tahitian actually means ‘to leave a mark.’”

Before any of us could say anything, he started to ink Scott’s skin. I watched as the ink started to stain his skin, transfixed almost. I heard a thump and turned around to see that Stiles had fainted. He was such a lightweight.

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After the tattoo was finished, we were all back in the Jeep. Stiles had an ice pack pressed to his head and Scott had his arm bandaged up.

“It kind of burns,” Scott complained, touching the bandage gingerly.

“Probably, you did just get needles jammed into your skin,” I laughed, poking my head up between the seats. “It’s going to hurt, bro.”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to hurt this badly,” he growled, his eyes flashing gold as he tore the bandage off of his arm just in time to see the tattoo healing.