Scalia- The one

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Malia opened the door with her to Scott's house with a loud creak that shuddered through the house. Stepping over the threshold, Scott's scent hit her like a truck. That scent. That God-damn scent. The scent she had come to love so quickly, along with the person who carried it. She growled.
"Weak." She muttered. "Love makes us weak." But yet she couldn't help herself with Scott.

"Weak." She repeated a little louder. "Love makes me weak." That was what her father had told her in what felt like a lifetime ago. Malia could barely remember her father, couldn't remember the shape of the lips that had hissed that to her when she was just a child. Couldn't even remember his name. So when his muscular figure had appeared in the cave just minutes ago, she couldn't do anything but aim a clawed finger at his face.

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Scott was running. To hell where it would lead him. He just had to find her. And at the moment her scent was his only hope.

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With such ease, almost boredom, he'd caught her finger and snapped it. Malia had cursed loudly.
"Who," she growled, her breathing growing heavy with the transformation. "The fuck do you think you are?" She felt the pupils of her eyes burn blue and he opened his mouth to laugh. To laugh.
"Now, now Malia, I don't remember ever teaching you to swear."
Malia's eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?" She growled.
"What? You don't remember me." He pointed to himself. "Malia darling, I'm-"
She didn't want to hear the last two words. Didn't want to believe it. Everything about him was familiar, yet she couldn't remember a thing about him. So once again, she brought her claws up to his face and this time she didn't miss.

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Scott stopped at his front door. Why would Malia be here? Shaking his head, he pushed open the door and followed her scent upstairs.

Malia was sat up on his bed, wearing one of his grey shirts. She stood up when she saw him and he wasted no time in running over to her and cupping her face with his hands. "You scared the hell out of me, Malia." He said and pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. Malia didn't reply. She just looked up at him. And for the first time in a long time, she felt at home, she felt safe, she felt loved.
Instead of bringing her lips to his, she buried her head in his neck and hugged him tightly.

I know this is a short chapter but I decided to leave it here so yeah don't attack me pls.
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