orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xxiv. code breaker

[ start of code breaker ]

ELEANOR looked behind her and to Lydia - whom was still unconscious - and shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. She glared at her uncle in disgust. "No."

Peter narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but Eleanor cut him off, hysterical. "Absolutely not! I'm not just letting you leave her here!"

"You don't have a choice, Eleanor. You and Stiles are coming with me."

"Just kill me, I don't care anymore." She wallowed, trying to wipe the continuous flow of tears as Stiles widened his eyes at her words.

"Nora, that's not happening. Ever." He concluded instantly, wiping a tear that had traveled to her neck, softly rubbing the side of her head with his thumb as his hand rested in her hair.

Peter growled and stared down at the strawberry blonde. "Call your brother. Tell Jaden where she is. That's all you get."

And with that, Eleanor pulled her phone from her pocket and was frantically dialling her twins number. Her hands tempted to shake, but the young Hale had decided that she was through with acting weak and defenceless. She was just proving Peter correct, and that certainly was not what she was trying to do.

After the small, short and horrific phone call was made, Eleanor and Stiles were forced to tag along with Peter for a short ride to an unknown location. The uncle had even gone to the extent of forcing Stiles' jeep keys from the pale boys' very hands, driving Roscoe as if it were a formula one car. The teenagers had both decided to sit in the back seats, away from Eleanor's psychotic uncle whom took pleasure in their fear.

"Don't feel bad." Peter commented, eyeing the two in the windscreen mirror. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

Stiles scoffed and shook his head, reminding Peter. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear us apart."

"Well," The uncle contemplated, eyeing his niece. "Actually, considering she's a woman. Twice a month."

Eleanor shook her head and stared grimly at the vile man, scoffing at his comment and crossing her arms over her chest, leaning closer to Stiles. The rest of the seemingly short ride was spent quiet, except for the low whistles casually slipping from Peters mouth, which consequently made Eleanor's hair stand on end and Stiles' grip around her waist tighten. They didn't want to loose one another, not now - not ever.

They rolled into an underground parking lot merely five minutes after the last conversation was held, and all three clambered out of the vehicle. They abandoned the jeep in one parking space and Peter dragged the couple to another, containing a sleek black car that did not look familiar.