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Quarter Moon

(Stiles' POV)

"Excuse me? Stilinski, are you high or something?" The blonde laughed.
"We can do a field sobriety test if you'd like. Start with F. End with U. You know I'm not kidding. When did you get bitten? And why are your eyes always that blue?" I hissed, flailing my arms dramatically.
"Would you please keep your voice down?" Hailey whispered, matching my tone.
"Why? Are you a-" I was cut off by her hand over my mouth. She dragged me into a storage closet, then locked the door behind us. "Hey, I have a girlfriend." I backed away slowly, banging into the wall behind me.
"I don't care if you have a girlfriend or not, Stilinski. Now, do you really want to know?" She asked. I nodded violently, then mimed zipping my lips. "Yes, I'm a werewolf. I have been since I was fourteen." Hailey admitted.
"What? How?" I was tripping over my words, so eager to find out what had happened.
"Unrequited love is a bitch. This guy thought I was SO cute, and he kept on flirting with me. But he was older, and I knew better, so I turned him away and told him to never come back. He did. Again and again, until it was borderline obsessive. The last time I saw him before I was bitten, I told him that if he came back again, I would issue a restraining order. And he was heartbroken. The kind of heartbroken songs are written about. I thought he was gone forever. But then, one night, he showed up at my door. He started grabbing at me, tearing my clothes, and assaulting me. I tried to fight him off, but he was a good 50 pounds heavier, and at least a foot taller. So, he managed to bite me. And then he ran away. I was so shaken up that I thought nothing of the bite, but lo and behold, a month later, I'm turning into a werewolf. Did anyone ever tell you that turning a hormonal fourteen-year-old girl into a werewolf is a bad idea? It is. As soon as I could, and I mean as soon as I had accepted the fact that I was a werewolf, I found him. And killed him. I didn't have a pack to keep an eye on me, and I was drunk on my new power. It was so obvious. One day, I came into gym class and sprinted around the track in a record time for our county. I had never run track before. So, my best friend Shay came over that day, and she kept on asking me questions. How had I become so fast, so strong overnight? Why wasn't I talking to her anymore? Was I okay?" Hailey's gaze was unfocused. The words were bitter, like poison, but she kept talking. "And then I killed her. Slit her throat. And as soon as I had realized what I had done, I tried to kill myself. Did you know that werewolves are physically incapable of suicide unless they have wolfsbane? Well, I didn't have any, so I tried to hang myself, slit my throat, my wrists. And I didn't die. I survived. But my eyes were permanently blue. The blue that marks me the killer of an innocent. The blue that marks me a 'survivor'." She spat the last word, before looking up at me with shaky breathing.
"Wow. I mean, wow. Life can't be all good or bad though, right? Regression to the mean? The theory that everything comes back to the middle eventually? Like you stub your toe, but then you get a buy one bar of chocolate and get one free. You were assaulted, you killed your best friend, and attempted suicide, but you changed your life for the better, right?" I sighed, closing my eyes. "I'm sorry. That sounded insensitive. Look, my buddy, Scott? He was bitten because I dragged him out to the middle of the woods one night because I wanted to see a dead body. We found the dead body alright, but he got bitten by a psychopathic alpha werewolf. And for four years after that, we fought against everything and anything. The Alpha. Werewolf hunters. A Kanima. La Bête du Gevaudan. A pack of Chimeras. The Dread Doctors. A Darach. The Oni. A Nogitsune. A pack of Alphas. Ghost Riders. A were-Nagual Jaguar. A living Nazi werewolf science experiment. Our families, our neighbors. Our friends. Hell, they even fought me." I paused, pondering that. "Well, I was possessed, so I don't know if that really counts. Whatever. But the worst thing to happen to me so far is that I've stayed human." Hailey's brow furrowed, but I carried on. "I am so helpless to save those that I love. Not that they really need it. Scott was turned first. He's a True Alpha now. Derek Hale - yes, the 'wanted for mass murder' Derek Hale - is a shape-shifting werewolf. My girlfriend, Lydia, is a Banshee. My first girlfriend, Malia, is a were-coyote who murdered her adopted sister and mother. Liam is Scott's only real Beta. Theo...actually, I have no idea what Theo is. Werewolf? I don't really care at this point. What I'm trying to say is that I am the only human left in the pack. So I'm an FBI agent because it means that I can help people, even if I'm not supernatural. So no matter your past, I am going to put my trust in you, and you are going to do the same. We are going to work together, human and werewolf, the way it has always been for me. Deal?" Hailey nodded in agreement, before turning and unlocking the door.
"Let's go."

Cheryl Blossom was yelling at a nurse at the top of her lungs. "What do you mean, you psycho bitch? Just because I broke my nail and asked for a band-aid you have to enter my name in your hospital log? Excuse me?" I glanced at Hailey, and broke into a jog, skidding to a stop next to Cheryl.
"Ms. Blossom? I was hoping we could question you." Cheryl sighed, waving a perfectly manicured hand in our general direction.
"If she apologizes, I may consider it."
"Ms. Blossom, we aren't asking. We'll make sure that your name isn't in the log." Hailey sounded like she was fighting hard to remain patient, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
"Fine. Let's go." Cheryl stalked off, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"If we kill her, can I have those boots?" Hailey questioned.
"No."

(a/n) I don't even have words. Here it is. Do with it what you will.

xoxo,
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