Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

Is It Really The Truth?

Sorry it took all night. This has to be THE longest chapter I ever wrote in one day. 13 pages? Its ridiculous! But I'm glad I got it done. After major editing (I'm sure there are still some typos in here, I'll fix those later.) Thanks for waiting paitently. :) I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it! As Promise, Chapter... eh... I forgot which chapter this one is XD Awkward... lol. Anyways, enjoy. This one has a huge stepping stone in it, a major mark in the story's progress.

Love every. Single. One of you. This one is dedicated to all of you! -Cassidy.

Just as The Clock Struck Ten…

"So, do I have to repeat everything or were you ease-dropping on all of it?" Stiles said sarcastically to Derek after he slid into the passenger seat of the sly, midnight black Camaro. Derek shot him an irritated look. "What? What did I do? I've been helping your sour wolf ass all week and this is the gratitude you give me? Fine, if that's the case, I'll just leave," Stiles exaggerated his rant, going so far to open the door in an attempt to get out but the Alpha shot his hand out and violently pulled the boy back in, slamming his head against the head rest. With a loud "OOF" Stiles clutched the back of his bruised head and glared at the unremorseful twenty-something-year-old. "Thanks douche," he retorted but didn't expect any less from Derek.

"And to answer your question," Derek said harshly, "yes I overheard everything." With that said Derek shifted gears and sped off from the side of the road across from Stiles' blackened house.

Across the town, in her brightly illuminated room, Madison shifted through various papers sprawled across her polka-dotted, basic black-and-white colored patterned comforter. Her rare-but-ever-present bright eyes glowed under her banes as she skimmed across the fine black print of the thin-stripped-articles, fingering a few notes handwritten by Chris himself. Her eyes grazed by surveillance pictures and after-math pictures of the black stump that used to be her house.

Her door suddenly opened. Expecting her guest, she slowly raised her head to meet her omega, a scrawny little brunette joined by a similar brown haired lanky boy. "Bambi," she greeted Cecelia, using her nickname, "Devon, thanks for coming."

Rarely did she call upon them but this was a scenario required a second perspective from an equally intelligent mind. She used her finger to motion Devon forward. He gulped as he hesitantly sat next to her, keeping a safe distance as a feeble Cecelia joined his side, trembling in her red converse shoes. Madison looked her over with sardonic eyes, not impressed with her lazy outfit of dark skinny jeans and a ruffled top. She didn't think the skinny brunette had enough to fill out the outfit. It was like putting a wolf in sheep's clothing. It didn't match. She didn't like how Cecelia felt compelled to change, that this bite could change her, but she had yet to prove anything.

Devon looked better in simple black jeans, a white graphic tee, with a cardigan over that. His attire reminded her of Stiles in a way but his face was thinner, his shoulders not as wide, with a thin physique that didn't present any durability at all.

Madison, even in her nighttime attire, looked sophisticated, showing off sleek, long legs, under velvet pink shorts, covering the rest of her body in a sexy, loose one shoulder white tee that hung off her shoulder. Her hair was in an effortless side pony tail that glimmered under the bright light of her ceiling fixtures.

"This doesn't make since," Madison explained, pointing to the mess all around her, scattered around her bed. Cecelia picked up a photo of the burned house in outside the mess of papers. She didn't understand most of Madison's history except for the fact her parents were murdered by hunters by via arson and the fact she was raised by her uncle. "No one knows I'm alive or dead. It was like I never existed, which is impossible. I know my neighbors must have known something. They would have at least seen me once."