love drunk [2] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xxii. silverfinger

[ start of silverfinger ]

 
FOLLOWING THE ATTACK at Derek's loft, leaving Lydia and Ethan vulnerable and unconscious, Eleanor had demanded that Isaac and Allison tell the entire pack exactly what had been going on for the past 24 hours. To do that, they called the only man with a plausible explanation; Argent.

  He explained to the teenagers that he had seen the black shadowed men once in his previous years when making his first gun deal. Argent didn't know all details but he recalled that Katashi, a man whom had also survived that fateful night, may have been able to shed some light on who the creatures were.

  They talked about planning to meet the man to ask him their desired questions before deciding that catching up on sleep and talking the next would be best.

  As well as this, Scott also had the delight of having an awkward conversation conversation with Kira, whom before then had no clue about the Hispanic being a werewolf, as well as the majority of his friends. From what Eleanor could gather from the text she received from her best friend later that night, Kira had taken it surprisingly well.

  Due to the events taken place, the reunion with her older brother whom had gone AWOL for several weeks and her troubles with Stiles, Eleanor was in a sour mood as she stalked into the school hallways. Stiles had also failed to mention he wouldn't be picking her up for school.

  Her mood ultimately dampened further as a familiar arrogant face approached her side. "Not now, Aiden."

  "Sorry Blue but I'm not leaving you alone today."

  Eleanor stopped abruptly and turned on her heel to glare at her old friend. "What is this? Is this about last night, or wanting to be in Scott's pack?"

  "This is about you being the target of demonic ninja's; you, Jaden and Scott."

  As Aiden smiled smugly, Eleanor scoffed and started to walk again. "Then why not go and bother Scott and Jaden?"

  "Ethan's with them as we speak. You're not getting rid of me, Blue."

  "I don't need anyone to protect me." Eleanor replied, her frustration growing painstakingly high as their conversation dragged.

  "They we're looking right at you when the sun came up."

  Eleanor growled irritably. "They also disappeared. Argent thinks they could just come out at night."

  "Since this is our first experience with demonic ninja's." Aiden started, resting a hand on Eleanor's shoulder condescendingly, "we're thinking we should play it safe."

  Eleanor approached her locker and opened it forcibly, huffing as she turned to look at Aiden leant against the compartment beside her. "You're not going to give up, are you?"