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motel glen capri

Adrianna awoke when she felt herself being moved, very delicately. Her eyes slowly adjusted, her ears tuning into the noise surrounding her. A small groan of irritation left her mouth when she realised where she was. She was on that damn bus. She so wanted to go home.

She sat up, her wound buzzing to life. It was different though, not as painful. Maybe her body had started to heal it. Her eyes travelled to Isaac standing up from her seat, he grabbed their bags and put them down on the maroon leather seat she was sitting on. Her eyebrows furrowed together, he stayed with her, the whole bus ride.

She stood up, unfortunately too quickly, and fell forwards. Once more, his arms caught her.

Isaac chuckled, although she felt the confusion in him. "Careful."

Adrianna raised her eyes to meet his ocean ones. The same electricity and that pull ran through her. She felt, she wasn't exactly sure what she felt. But at this point, it was way past friendship. She hid her blush that was spreading across her cheeks and pushed herself back to her feet.

"Why aren't you healing?" Isaac questioned as they started to slowly follow the crowd off the bus.

"It's a long story."

"You already said you don't heal like a human, but not like a werewolf either. What's the inbetween?"

Adrianna shook her head, a slight smile pulling at her lips from his incessant curiosity. She had to tell him something, she'd have to tell them all eventually. Especially after what happened. "I heal faster than a human but never completely, like you. The only times I will heal completely is when the wound is going to kill me."

Isaac cocked his head, "So you have to endure nearly every wound for at least some time before your slightly faster healing kicks in?"

Adrianna scoffed at the sound of his tone, he sounded almost disgusted. "We can't all be werewolves Isaac." She jumped off the last step and into the cold night air. Her mood instantly dulled as a round of death and sadness hit her. She looked up to see a very old, dank and in desperate need of major renovation motel. The bright sign to her right displayed the motel to be called the Glen Capri.

She didn't like it.

"I've seen worse." Scott commented. unable to take his eyes from the structure in front of them.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles questioned.

Scott looked to his best friend, an expression that clearly read you don't wanna know.

Coach blew his whistle, standing at the front of the crowd. "Listen up! The meets been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Coach held up a handful of red keys, "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

Adrianna felt eyes on her, Isaac and Allison. And she'd rather go with none of them. She needed to think, to be alone and sort through everything. She took in a deep breath and walked forwards. She snatched a key from Coachs hand and walked towards the metal stairs at the side of each building.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach called after them, acting as if anyone were in fact listening or caring about his statement.

Adrianna flew up the steps to a red door at the end of the corridor. She forced the key into the stubborn lock and practically had to kick the door down to get it open. Wow, this was a lovely place to stay.

The door creaked open, revealing a small, dark room. She flicked on the light, her eyes scanning the furniture. There was two single beds against the wall to her left, awfully disgusting green bedding covering them, there was a door at the end of the wall on her right which led to what she assumed was a bathroom and a small dresser next to that doorway.

Adrianna sighed and walked inside, kicking the door shut with her foot. She dumped her bag on the first bed, plummeting down next to it. Her eyes stared up at the old cream ceiling, her mind whirring with all the things she needed to think about, and eventually talk about.

Sooner or later, the boys would be asking about her, about how she can do that stuff. She can assume Scott has told Stiles, and then he would have told Lydia. It was a conversation she wasn't ready for. The last time Scott tried to talk to her about it, it went very down hill. How was she supposed to tell them she was a monster? That she's killed hundreds of people, innocent people, burnt down towns, and the guilt ate at her every damn day. How was she supposed to tell her friends that?

She sighed and sat up, clutching her side. Her eyebrows drew together. She stood and walked over to the bathroom. She flicked on the light, although it did little to illuminate the small room. She moved in front of the mirror and very carefully lifted up her shirt.

She'd never felt more relief in that second as her eyes found her wound healing. Her body finally recognised the threat and started to heal it. She lowered her shirt, she couldn't help but to feel something different. Some spark that she hadn't felt before. A spark of life. She just couldn't pick up on it.

Adrianna's head suddenly snapped up, emotions piling onto her. Distress, anger, fear. Isaac. Her mind screamed at her that it was Isaac.

She was bolting out of the room in a second, her eyes scanning along the door for the right room. She had to find him.

"I want you to shut. Shut up! Shut up!" Isaac screamed from behind a door she neared. He sounded terrified, but an anger was held to his tone.

Adrianna turned the knob and nearly pulled the door off its hinges as it opened.

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