**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chapter Eighty-One ⚡Memory Loss⚡
Blake woke up slightly with an annoyed hum when she felt someone flop down on the bed next to her. She slightly cracked open an eye to see her boyfriend smiling at her making her groan and turn around, "No." She mumbled.
"I didn't even say anything yet." Stiles said and she turned her head slightly towards him, "You're going to ask me to come with you to hunt something down that you're hoping is something supernatural." She said making his jaw drop slightly. "No I wasn't." He said making her give him a bored expression while cocking an eyebrow.
"Okay maybe I was." He said making her groan and stuff her head in her pillow, "Stiles go to sleep or go home. Pick one. I'm going back to sleep." She mumbled and he just sat up slightly and wrapped an arm around her. "What? No. Come on babe, baby, love of my life, please?" He asked.
"Using pet names won't get me to do anything."
"What will?"
"You leaving."
"Please Blake."
"Oh my god go away."
"I love youuuu." He said, leaning over to her to press a bunch of kisses all over her face making her groan. "Okay, fine." She said before rolling over to her back, looking up at him, "You're really annoying." Blake said and he smiled down at her.
"And yet you still love me." He said making her hum slightly before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She gently reached up to cup the side of his face as their lips moved in sync before she pulled away and sighed. "Alright, let me change and we'll go." She said making him sit up and pump his fist.
⚡
At a crime scene, numerous police cruisers and an ambulance with flashing lights are parked as Sheriff's deputies mill around the scene. the radiator of a transport van that wrecked is hissing loudly as Stilinski walks over to it.
He runs his hands over the five long, parallel claw gashes in the paint of the van's hood and makes an exasperated face before walking over to the ambulance, where a deputy is in the middle of putting a brace on Stiles' injured fingers and hand while Scott and an annoyed Blake watches. Looking exasperated, Stilinski wastes no time in demanding to know what is going on.
