Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

7. Questioning

"I'm fine, sir."

"Are you sure? That couldn't have been easy, do you want me to call your parents?" The Sheriff  questioned.

My eye lids flick up and my eyes blankly analysing the man, "I have no parents. As I said, I'm fine, sir."

Mr Stilinski observes my expression and thinks over my speech. I've given it before, always works. I had to practice enough times, being hit every time I got a word wrong. I had it perfect.

Being dismissed gave me the opportunity to sit in my car and ponder: what was that thing? Why would it leave us? Why this man? What was it's motive?

Reptilian, but a shapeshifter. Looked too human in its features. A long tail with an razor edges. That toxin, the paralytic toxin. Typically toxin is used to disarm prey before you eat it. Yet, it left the body?

If it left us, that mean the creature must know us. Or it simply has a set rules it abides by, a code.

The only thing that man seemed guilty of was extorting customers. However, it's hard to know what goes on behind closed doors. Murderer? Wife beater? Thief?

Maybe it simply kills for amusement. The thrill of the hunt, the primal urge. It's within its nature. Perhaps it's learned, taught to kill so swiftly.

My thoughts were pulled back into the real world when Stiles started banging on my car window.

"Atticus!" He yelled. "You okay there? You didn't answer for a little while."

I merely nodded at the boy, curious at what he wanted.

"My car had been impounded my the police as evidence and my dad will be here for a while. Would you be able to give me a ride back to mine? I feel bad for asking because...."

Interrupting the blabbering teen, "get in," I barked out, chewing gum waiting for the boy to move.

Abyssal distances were soon illuminated by the roaring lights of my car piercing through the night. I changed the radio station to entertain myself as Stiles just texts away. Only disturbing the sound of my engine and radio when giving me directions.

Upon finally reaching his house he finally starts talking, hyper-actively flailing his arms about like an octopus. About how he's told Scott everything. Despite me telling them not to get involved.

Signing themselves up to a game of Russian Roulette. I hunt so innocent people don't have to get hurt. The code being absolute. With the pure intent of stopping those who kill others. But they insist on getting involved. Why?

"Why did you do all this tonight? Aren't you this big bad hunter? Allison says Chris thinks you're one of the best in combat he's ever seen. So why do you care?" Stiles comes at me out of nowhere.

I stopped breathing, until I noticed, I started again. "Do you know what we are taught as hunters Stiles? Do you know what it feels like to be trained to kill from early childhood?" My voice neutral.

"You don't know. Guess what? Neither do I. I'm not allowed to feel Stiles. I can't have emotions cloud my judgement. I can't show weakness. Perhaps what draws me most to you is your heart."

Stiles attempts to talk but I glare in his direction and he stops.

Sighing, "you're heart is always in the right place. You're there for everyone. You fascinate me."

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Nothing said.
No movement.

Just me and Stiles looking at each other. His eyes a doe brown. Full of innocence and hope. Mine, a metallic blue. Lacking emotion laced with curiosity.

Until we kissed.

My lips were like marshmallows. Rough to the touch, bouncy and sweet. Stiles' were like liquorice. Smooth, firm yet still sweet.

It was slow and gentle. One not of teenage lust that I've experienced before. One of emotion, feeling and catharsis.

Pulling away all Stiles said before he left my car was.

"Damn Atticus. You have beautifully minty breath."