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A Different Path

A/N: Warning, this is one of my many off the side stories, here's one for those of you who either love misery or think that happy endings are just to cliché.

RAE

   I rushed into the hospital, with Sophia close behind me. "Can I help you miss?" The receptionist said in a monotone. "My husband, Stiles Stilinski? What room is he in?" I gasped, holding Sophia's hand. "Uhhhm. 216." She popped her gum and watched us rush away under heavily eyelinered eyes. "Mom, what's going on?" Sophia gasped as we burst into his room. "He's getting worse." I gasped holding in the tears. She moaned and walked to his bedside. "Hey daddy." She said putting her hand in his. He studied her face, smiling tears forming in his eyes. "Hey baby girl." He said softly. I watched them talk for a while and then took my turn. "Rae. My love." He said quietly looking at me. "Be strong, take care if Sammy and Sophie, don't let then forget me. And move on when you're ready." He said in between coughs. I bit my lip holding back the tears. "I love you Stiles Stilinski. Ever since the day that you helped drug me and confront me at BHH." We both chuckled. "I will always love you." I whispered laying down beside him. He looked at me and then softly kissed me. Tell Scott I'm sorry. I'm sorry we didn't keep our promises of forever." I shook my head as his eyes got sleepier. "No, no Stiles I need more time! You can't do this to me!" I screamed grabbing his arm. Then I immediately regretted it. "Sorry." I said and he nodded. "It's okay. Sophie come here let me hold my girls." Suddenly Sammy bursted in. Stiles looked at him and smiled. "Sure as hell know how to make an entrance son. I love you too." He said as his voice got quieter his eyes closed more. Just before his great stopped Sammy came over and gripped his hand, Stiles squeezing it. Then he sighed, as the last breath left his body. I sat stunned looking at him. Tamara and Scott came in. We made eye contact and I nodded at Scott.

"He didn't break his promise." Scott whispered as he hugged me stroking my hair. It bad been an hour. The kids had cried themselves to sleep and I was still awake. "I miss him!" I screamed against the soft fabric of his shirt. "I know so so I."

A/N: okay so for those you who are absolutely hating me keep reading and those whom are happy stop there.

"That's why he's waiting upstairs for you." Scott said, and I pulled back. "What?" I asked feeling slightly scared. "I bit him. It was his dying wish. The reason his body acted like it died was he was reacting to it. We weren't sure if it would work so I wasn't allowed to tell you unless it did." I didn't wait any longer and raced upstairs. There stood my husband smiling and alive. "Stiles!" I gasped grabbing him as he hugged me. "Sweetheart." He smiled at me.

Episode 14

Tamara
I could hear Rae yelling for me. But I was terrified. I could remember everything I did. And now, I was paying for it. I had been trying to escape when I came upon a foul smelling room. Opening it, I nearly puked. Inside was blood from the floor to the ceiling. Dead dismembered bodies lay everywhere, and the occasional rat scurried across the floor. Death was not a good scent. I walked through the room, trying not to cry as the smell danced across my nose, and around my eyes. Suddenly one of the not torn apart bodies moved and I screamed. It was a young girl, and she was really badly injured. "Please... Please don't hurt me anymore." She pleaded as she pulled herself out from under a couple legs and some intestines. "Are you alive? Or is it Abby's weird magic?" I asked. The girl grabbed a table and slowly stood, the sight of her making me gasp. Her face had scratch marks, down to her collarbone, her eye was swollen, right arm broken, her left leg was torn up, and her clothes were very ragged. "One second and I'll help you." I said running back the way I came. "RAE!" I bellowed and my very concerned friend bolted around the corner. "T!" She gasped hugging me then jumping back. "Oh you smell like shit." She stated. Then her eyes bugged out. "There's a person behind you." I turned to see the girl who had been asking for help, limping towards us. "Guys. please I can't die here. I can tell you my name, age, where I come from who my parents are, and my address. I'm not lying." She began coughing harshly, and Rae grimaced. "Here put these on." She tossed the girl the bag she always carries inside her weapons bag. "It's clothing." She shrugged at my face. "In case I get hurt and don't want to be found by my wounds. The girl pulled out a towel and sighed. "Any water in this god-forsaken place?" I nodded and showed them where the bathroom was. "I'm Shelah, by the way." She smiled sadly and then went into the bathroom. "T, is she actually alive? How did she get in there?" Rae asked about three billion questions. "I killed all those people." I whispered sadly. "She made me do it. I had no choice. I could control what I thought, but that's it." Rae stepped away from me, and my heart broke. "You? She? Wow..." She sat down, as though she was dizzy. Suddenly she groaned and fell over. "Rae?! RAE!" I gasped, shaking her arm. "Shelah, hurry up!" Shelah came out freshly washed, and dressed, her hair pulled up into a bun. "What happened to her?" She gasped, limping over to us. "I don't know. She turned really pale and then sat down and fell over. You stay here, I think the rest of our friends are still here."

Rae
I woke up with three worried faces looking down at me.  "She'll be okay, but don't let her go into anymore abandoned buildings." Deaton's voice filled the room. "Okay." Stile's face appeared with the rest. "Hey guys." I muttered sitting up. "What happened?" I moaned holding my head, as I tipped backwards. Thankfully Stiles was there to catch me. I leaned against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, realizing something had happened and I'd missed it. "That crazy snake lady poisoned the blade she cut you with. Your powers are..." Scott's voice trailed off. Deaton stepped forwards. "I tried everything I could. Her magic was to powerful. You are no longer a Phoenix." Those words crushed my heart like nobodies business. "What?" I asked, tears welling up. I pulled my legs into me and turned, hiding my face in Stiles shirt. I heard sympathetic noises and then Stiles lifted me up. "My dad's here, he's going to take us home." He said softly against my hair. I nodded, still sobbing. He set me down in the back seat, and then went around and sat beside me. Sheriff Stilinski smiled sadly at me, and my baby sister waved. "Hey..." Her voice trailed off. "Let's just go home."



                 Sorry that this is so short guys!! But don't worry I haven't forgotten you! I promise :D 
XoXo,
     R.

Side story Tamara

Tamara

My life was insane. Rae and Stiles were married, and had two precious babies, and now Scott and I were enjoying our newly married life. We'd been trying for a baby for a couple weeks now, but not everything goes our way. Now as I was putting away laundry and getting ready for my usual 6 pm run around the block, when Scott came in and wrapped his arms around my waist. I straightened up, feeling his member pressing against me.

                                       *GRAPHIC* NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED!!!

"Woman, this is what you do to me." He moaned into my neck, kissing it right below my ear lobe. I leaned my head back moaning in return. "Scott..." I breathed out as he came around front, placing soft kisses on my collarbone, then back to my neck, and then my lips. He turned me around, and walked us to the wall where my back gently pushed against it. He lifted me up, his large hands on my butt as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his member growing by the second. He growled as he began to explore my body, his fingers finding their way, 

The next thing I knew I was begging him to stop the pained pleasured feeling. He chuckled softly and gently entered sending me to cloud 9.

                                           *GRAPHIC CONTENT OVER*

I sighed and looked at him with a smile. "That was amazing." I whispered, kissing his jaw and then snuggling closer. "Mm. Baby, amazing isn't even close to describing you. You're a.. a, you're my goddess." He kissed the space between my shoulder blades as I had rolled over. He always gives me back massages, and I am not one to complain. "Still going for that run?" He whispered, his warm breath on my back. "No. I think I got my exercise." I glanced at the clock. "Oh Shit!" It was 7:45, and we were late. Rae and Stiles were expecting us to be there by 7:30. 

We rushed to get dressed and ran to the car, driving the short 5 minutes to our friends' home. We were having a we got married and its' awesome party, and it would be worth it.

Hey Alpha's as promised another upload, sorry it's not the main line and sorry it's so short. It's midnight and I am literally falling asleep on my laptop. Take care my beauties. 

                                      xoxo,

                                            R.

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Episode 13

Rae
My stomach churned as I walked through the blood soaked room. There were dead bodies laying everywhere, guts, body parts, everywhere. Looks like our pshycopathic friend was having an off day. The smell of rotting flesh went away as I stepped into a much cleaner room, almost too clean. There sat Abby. "Rae, took you long enough. So what d'ya know?" I glared at the bitch who stole my best friend. "You have her on your strings. But she's slowly healing from the cut. Once she heals completely, she'll be normal again. And unless you get another one of her tails nothing will stop her." I growled at her wishing to high heavens I could be a werewolf.

"Ahh. But see, she ran away, and we caught her. She's healed love. Now we just need you. Only, I'm suspecting you don't have her Tails." I shook my head, and looked around the room. Shit. It's proofed. No magic in, no magic out. Good thing I took those karate and boxing lessons. I stepped closer to her, and the chair swiveled around. "Sweetie, would you mind handing me one of those swords?" She asked motioning to a pair of ninja swords. "We'll settle this like adults. You can choose which one you want." I grabbed one, and threw the other at her.
Before I had a chance to unsheath it, she lunged, clipping my left arm, and I spun around, jumping, bringing the weapon down on her leg. She screamed out, and swung at me, missing this time. I jumped over her desk and flipped it when she produced a gun and began shooting. Throwing knives, darts, pistol. Dang it, none of these are good enough. Then I spotted the low hanging candle light. It was a chandlier, but used with candles instead of electricity. I shot the part holding it, and then remembered Magic Proofed room. She smiled. "Silly girl. What did you think you'd do?
"Magically light those candles? Then what?" I reached into my boot, and pulled out the last resort. A bundle wrapped up. It contained four small baby grenades. A smoke grenade, a frag grenade, a flashbang, and a normal exploding grenade. "Nope." I chuckled popping the p. I threw the smoke grenade and then leaped over the table, squinting and holding my breath to finally drive the sword into her heart. Finally. Now to go find T.


Hey guys, finally here is the 13th episode. Sorry it's taken so long and I'm sorry it's so short. I've been somewhat busy, probably not as busy as all of you though :) Kudos
XoXo,
     R.

Side Story, In the Future

  

      I stood watching Stiles as he picked up our one year old baby girl. I was holding Sammy, our three year old son. He had no idea we were watching him. "Shhh." Sammy whispered holding his finger on his lips. I giggled quietly, and put him down to wander out to the living room. He was holding Sophia and talking to her, as her big blue eyes looked at him in wonder. I walked into the room, slipping my arm around his waist. "After so much we've gone through. I still can't believe we're here." He whispered as we studied our second child. I smiled softly at Sophia and then kissed his cheek.


      A crash and a cry from the living room caused us to run out, to see a very upset looking Sammy. He had somehow managed to knock over the white lamp. "Oh my gosh! Is he cut?" I gasped, trying to run to him. Stiles grabbed my arm and pointed. "He didn't do it." I looked at the ground. The lamp had been very white, and the glass on the rug, which was spread in a circle around him, was off white.


      "Where'd the lamp go?" I muttered, and then a sound in the kitchen made me jump. Stiles rolled his eyes and groaned as he grabbed the baseball bat that had saved me many years ago. "Really?" I asked, stepping closer to Sam, picking him up, and setting him down in Sophia's room, closing the door. I crept around the corner and looked at the creature standing before me. 


         She had huge eyes, filled entirely in black, and her hair long and blonde, her lips red. Oh shit. a Siren. As I turned to warn Stiles,  she opened her mouth and let out a song, that was high pitched, and I groaned seeing him start walking towards me with the bat. "Stiles." He raised it. "Stiles?" He swung. Missed. "STILES?!!" Swung again and he hit me. I dropped and held my head. Suddenly there was a roar, and a crashing sound through the front windows. Stiles fell backwards, and I saw Scott and Tamara. Tamara, wacked the girl on the head with the bat Stiles had dropped.

          I was still sitting on the ground when they came over and helped me up. "Mommy!" Sammy toddled over to me with tears on his cheeks. I hugged him, and he patted my head. "You have a boo boo." I giggled and kissed his tear stained cheek. "Mommy's ok baby." Stiles had a terrified look on his face. Then he walked outside, and I handed Sammy to Aunty Tamara. And ran after him. "Wait Stiles!" He stopped, and turned. "I hit you. I made you bleed." I grabbed him, and kissed him. 

   
         "Honey, you didn't do it. The siren did. Stiles! Look at me." He did and I kissed him. That night was the best night since we'd been married. 



Hey guys!! Hope you enjoyed this one. Please be patient my lovelies I'm trying!!! 
                              Xoxo,
                                       R.

Episode 12

I had only been asleep for about 20 minutes, when Stiles shook me awake. “What? What’s wrong? Where are we?” I sat up looking around. “No idea. It’s just outside of Beacon Hills. And I’m pretty sure Scotts here.” I looked around, and tilted my head. When I was a kid, someone had found out about me, and pretended to foster Claire and me. But he was actually experimenting on me. Thanks to that jackass, I gained a special ability, so to say. I can see heat outlines. I studied the inside of the giant complex. “Second floor, no third floor. One, two… Three people. One is slowly fading, and is being held by some sort of hanger.” Stiles jumped out of the car and was heading to the building with a… Baseball bat? Really Stiles? Shaking my head I ran after him, creeping along the inside edge, I stopped Stiles from going any farther. Someone had slipped out of my heat sensor.

A tall man. He had a strong odor, but it wasn’t werewolf. “A Basilisk.” I hissed, pointing at a ladder to the second floor for Stiles. I made sure he was climbing up, and then I hopped down and snuck up behind the Basilisk. He was already changed. I had to watch out for his tail, which had a stinger, and he can spit small poisonous rocks. “AAAGH!” I screamed, jumping at his back, pulling out the dagger I kept hidden on my side. Then channeling some fire into only my hands, I made the blade really hot, and stabbed it into his lower neck. He stumbled, and then fell. Making sure he was dead, I dragged the knife down his spine, and pulled out the bone. “That is disgusting.” Stiles said from behind me.

I spun, hiding the knife back in its spot. “How long have you carried that?” He asked indicating the knife. “When I was 10, one of my foster dads had tried multiple times to force himself on me, cause I always hid Claire, so one day at school, I told a teacher to get us time away from them. When they dragged him to the station, I snuck out to his shed, and made it. Using fire from my own source and metal. The handle is made from jasper. The blade is actually silver.” He listened intrigued, and then a noise above us made us both scramble for the ladder.

I knew that was too easy. I sighed, peeking out from the floor hole we were climbing through. Tamara? I spotted her walking away from us. She looked down through the floor at the Basilisk. Hand covering her mouth. Then she spun around and made eye contact with me. My blood froze, and I knew know that it had been too easy on purpose. There was no way that guy was even trained. He probably just knew that he could grow a tail.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go away!” Tamara’s distorted voice screamed out. Then she straightened up, and her stature changed. She was suddenly more poised, and more pissed off looking. “Rae? Let’s go.” Stiles tugged on my pants leg. “No. We’re not leaving without her or Scott. I’ll distract her, you got get Scott. And Stiles?” “Yes?” “Don’t take the bat.” I felt his hand slip up to my side, pulling the small dagger out of its sheath. “Don’t worry I have more.” I said letting him climb up beside me. He kissed me then ran up the second flight of stairs. “Where are you?” Tamara sang out. I had dodged behind a small pillar, and was holding two knives, ready to strike if needed. “Raaeee….”

Then it was silent. Her figure dropped down in front of me, and I spun my leg around, knocking her over, but she regained her footing, and out of nowhere swiped at me with one of her tails. I cried out holding my hand over the very open very bloody wound. I glanced at her, and then stabbed her leg, swinging my leg up around to hit her, and she managed to shake free, her leg bleeding. “Tamara!” I gasped as she wrapped a wire around my throat. I threw myself backwards, shoving her against the pillar, then we fell to the floor. The wire tightened, and I spotted a small pole of wood. Grabbing I swung it around and wacked her head, she gasped and let go, I rolled away gasping and coughing. “Bitch!” She jumped at me, but I moved, my foot catching her face, and she flew to the side. I felt sick and was bleeding from about half my body. “Tamara.” I said quietly. “Please don’t do this. You can’t be only bad.”

               

                “You don’t know anything.” She growled, before flipping backwards and disappearing. Then Stiles and Scott came stumbling down the ladder. “Where is sh-?” Stiles stopped when he saw me bleeding. “Don’t worry about it, get Scott in the car and go. Drive. I’ll get Tamara.” He stood there then kept going, and I turned and ran down the hall, and up a staircase.

There I stopped in my tracks. A blood chilling scene spilled out before me….

The Struggle is Real

Hey, guys, I'm writing in between working and babysitting, please please please bare with me. I write in my free time, I'm working on it so again just bare with me Alphas.
                XOXO,
                                          R.

Episode 11

It’s dark. Dank. Something smells terrible. Head throbbing. The sound of water fills your ears. Your body aches, and patches of memories come back to you. The big angry guy. Not caring that you’d just lost everything. Punches thrown, hits taken.

A/N: Now that you have an idea of what our friend is feeling, let’s introduce you to a little bit of a different episode. (This is going to be one of the rare changed up episodes)

I peered out of the swollen eye, and leaned my head to the side, rolling it around. There was a door, a window and some light pink curtains. But that’s all I could see. The slight smell of a woman was floating around. “Well look who’s awake.” A soft voice came from the corner that I couldn’t see. “Who are you?” I managed to groan. A small chuckle, then a small blonde girl stood in front of me, lifting my head with her small hand. “Why Mr. McCall. That doesn’t matter. But what matters is why you were at an underage club is the actual question. In fact, you’re barely 17. Just turned.” I blinked, wincing in pain and then swallowed. “I was looking for someone. She has my girlfriend.” The overly small blonde smiled. “Ah, good ole Abby. You know, she was hired to kill you and Stiles originally. Then she went insane and decided to try to use your friend against you. That was not the plan.” Reality was fading again. “Sleep well handsome.” Her cackle filled the small room. There was a slight ringing. Everything went white, then black.

Rae

                Stiles paced back and forth, calling Scott for the hundredth time. “He shouldn’t have gone to that club. Why did we let him go?” I opened my mouth to answer but he was already rambling again. “Because we thought it’d be good for him. Agh. I cannot believe this happened.” I walked over to him as he stood leaning over on his window sill. “Stiles, calm down. He’s probably passed out somewhere.” I rubbed his back, and then sighed as he grabbed his keys and ran down the stairs. I had about 3 seconds to decide what I was gonna do, and I was already going with him the second he left the room.

Stiles

“Okay. Well this is the club.” I said turning the car off and climbing out. My heart was pounding, my palms sweating, and my sixth sense, which had been named Nerd Alerter, by Scott in 5^th grade was going insane. Something was not right. And having Rae with me, just the thought of her being in pain or near death, AGAIN. Well. That made my heart ache. We walked to the door, the music throbbing as we walked in. “Scuse me!?” I hollered above the noise to the bored looking brunette at the bar. “Yeah cutie?” She grinned, leaning over the barrier, her already to low shirt, going lower. Avoiding eye contact, I looked around. “Did you see this guy in here?” I handed her the picture of Scott. Tamara was in the background making a silly face. “You bet your sweet ass I did. As a matter of fact, saw the girl too. She was standing off to the back, sad faced. A cute lil blonde was beside her, whispering in her ear.” I saw Rae tilt her head. “Wait, did they leave together?” She asked putting her arm around my waist, and melting into my side. The bartender, getting the hint, adjusted her shirt and shook her head. “Naw. He passed out, and the blonde, and I mean she was small, came over, and had one of the bouncers take him out to her car. Said she was his lil sis, and their mum was real worried or sumthan like that. Now do you want a drink, or a break from this sweet little thang?” Her twangy accent rattled around in my brain like a boxer being thrown around. That voice. I’d heard it before. But where? As we began walking away, it hit me. Alyssa? Turning, I looked back, and saw that she was still standing there. Oh my damn. Alyssa Collins. Best 7 minutes in heaven ever.

It was 8^th grade, and Scott had been the best wingman ever. He even suggested we play truth or dare. Lucky me got stuck in the closet for seven minutes. With Alyssa Collins. Richest, sexiest, sluttiest girl in all of Beacon Hills. Almost hit home with her, when we were rudely interrupted by the timer. She had winked, given me her number, smacked my ass and then left. That night I had been the hero. All the guys were high fiving me and grinning. But what nobody else knew, was that for the first 3 minutes, she’d opened up, crying, saying that if I ever told anyone what had happened she’d kill me. Then she grabbed me, and acted like nothing had happened.

“Stiles?!” Rae’s voice cut through my memory, and I shook myself awake to find her standing at full attention, looking very pissed off. She was standing with one hand on her hip, side jutted out, bangs falling in her face. “Baby, you’re so damn sexy.” She looked a bit caught off guard as I pulled her against me, feeling her softly mold to my body. “Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself.” God I love our flirty moments. I start them and she instantly realizes and plays along. A slow song started and we began dancing around. Granted it was mostly to look for any hint of Scott, but it was a nice moment to have an excuse to feel her close to me. “I’m not gonna lie.” I said softly, into her ear, my eyes scanning the room. “The second I met you, I thought to myself ‘Damn. I am gonna do her.’ But then I realized that you are an amazing person and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

She looked a bit a taken back, but dissolved into giggles. I love holding her while she laughs. “Well, it’s ironic. When I first met you, and you touched my leg, when you guys were helping me up, I thought the same thing. Then when we went to Scott’s house and you were walking around with your shirt off. I almost jumped on you and took you upstairs. Then the incident with the shower. Oh I almost died. I almost wish you had come in and taken advantage.” I shook my head at her and then spotted a very small blonde girl, talking to a very large bouncer. “Bingo.” I said, turning her to look at them, and then turning her back when they stopped their obviously heated conversation to look around the room. We made eye contact, but I smiled widely and nodded at her, she smiled back and then went back to talking.

An hour later

Rae

We’d been stalking the blonde for almost an hour and ten minutes. She had led us nowhere. My eyes were growing sleepy and Stiles was a jitterbug, cause I’d let him have three cups of expresso, and that was very much against my smarts. “Go to sleep sweetheart.” He said, covering me with his jacket. I let myself fade away into a sweet sleep.

Hey Alphas, I found a problem with the comments, if you were trying to post one it most likely wouldn't let you, but I fixed that. And sorry I am not meaning to be too persistent or pushy but I would just really like some feed back. I mean I must not be doing too horribly. I'm up to about 245 views, or something like that. :)

PS: About to publish Episode 11. Not much excitement, but it's building. It'll be worth the wait. I PROMISE.



                                         R.

Episode 10 FINALLY!!!!

Tamara

                I opened my eyes, gasping. The ground was hard and cold. The air was still, my head hurt, my wrists hurt and I couldn’t see anything. Where am I? I grasped around, only to be stopped metal around my wrists. Shackles? Ugh. I squinted at the ceiling and spotted a small spot of light shining through. Daytime. No noises. Nothing. I heard footsteps echoing around somewhere, but I couldn’t place a spot for them. A creak. Then, the lady. The lady with snakes. I screamed, cried and begged for help. A sinister laugh, then nothing.

                “What do you mean she’s still out there?” Stiles asked looking outside. “There’s no one out there Rae.” I sighed. “Lydia was outside. I’m sure of it.” He chuckled and pulled me closer to him on the couch. “Did you just pull me by my legs?” I scolded teasingly. He nodded and leaned in for a kiss. I closed the gap, only to be yanked apart by an Ahem. John Stilinski stood just inside the living room and he was watching us. Intently. “Don’t worry dad. My hands haven’t touched any of this.” He motioned to my whole self. But memories of that night in the shower came back. He had come into the bathroom, and kissed, his hands all over. But the rest had been a daydream. Something I wished had happened. I studied his face, his features. When he looked back at me, his eyes moved up and down and he gave me a questioning look. “Nothing.” I replied, kissing him one more time. “It’s late. We’re gonna get a tardy.”

“Bah. Who cares? We’ve only got a week and a half left. You came in second semester.” I glared at him and stood up. “Come on! Lazy bones. Let’s go.” He leaned back and smiled at me, so I turned and walked away. Footsteps got close and suddenly he had my arm, and he spun me around. “I love you.” Then he kissed me. Electric shocks shot through my veins. “Wow.” He pulled back. “Was that as amazing for you, as it was for me?” I smiled at him, kissed his cheek and walked out the front door.

AT SCHOOL

“Anything from Tamara?” I asked Scott as he stormed into Economics class. Shaking his head he sat down and pulled out his laptop.  “She hasn’t texted. I’m starting to think she doesn’t want to be found.” His voice quivered and I reached forwards and rubbed his back, looking at Stiles concerned. “I’m fine.” Scott said rubbing his tired eyes. “Don’t worry she’ll show up.” Stiles said, then looked down as Coach gave him a dirty look. “Okay maggots. So where did we leave off yesterday?” He asked, glaring at the two guys up front. I dozed out. Next thing I knew the bell was ringing. We all stood and walked out, me grabbing Stiles’ hand. “We’re going to go find her. Aren’t we?” He whispered, close to my ear, nibbling it as well. I shuddered, and giggled, pushing him away. “Yeah. But you don’t have to come.” I said stopping, to look at him.

He grabbed my right hand with his left and my left with his right. “There is no way in HELL I’m letting you go face this monster alone.” My heart swelled. This man was mine. Nobody else’s, just mine. “Rae?” He asked, looking at me weird. I shook my head out of fantasy 101 and looked away. “Okay, well lets go, if we hurry we can make it before the seniors class gets out. Which means a lot less people in the hall. And less questions.” We hurried out the front doors, and to his jeep.

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Where are they? I can’t fight this on my own. Scott, I’m so sorry for everything I just.... I’m about to do something bad, and against my will. Forgive me. The blackness closed in around Tamara’s eyes. Then everything clouded over.

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A/N: Hey guys sorry it's been so long, and this is so short, I just wanted to have something new for you to read! :D 

                                      R.

Heyyy

Hey guys, I am currently trying to work on episode 10 but for some unknown reason I CANNOT figure out what happens next, please be patient :) xoxo. R

Episode 9

Rae

                Tamara’s been gone for 2 days. An occasional text, or email would come through. But other than that, her mother was terrified, her older brother had even come to town. I rolled over, and was greeted by Claire’s dead asleep face. Groaning in frustration I sat up and slipped out of bed, pulling the covers off, and adjusted my shorts. I headed into the bathroom, and looked at my reflection. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and walked back into the hall way, almost bumping into Sheriff Stilinski. “Haha, Rae we need to stop meeting like this.” I smiled back and stood in the doorway of my and Claire’s room. Deciding not to go back in I slipped around the corner and peeked into Stiles’ room. I hesitated at knocking, and then began to walk away. There was a thump and then his door swung open, “Rae?” I spun around and looked at him. “Um.” He smiled, and walked closer. “You ok?” I nodded. Then bit my lip. “Okay that was a lie. No I’m not. I’m so worried about Tamara.” I hugged him, then shivered. “Are you cold?” Damn. I didn’t want him to notice that. “Yeah a little.” He took my hand and led me into his room, then he grabbed a long sleeved shirt and handed it to me, and as I was pulling it on, he came over and wrapped a fuzzy purple blanket around my shoulders. “There!” He grinned. I chuckled and sat on the edge of his bed. “How are you taking all of this?” He asked sitting across from me. I shrugged, and flopped onto my back. “It’s insane and not fair. I feel like that strange lady is still out there. Maybe we shouldn’t be looking for T. Maybe we should be looking for Medusa.” He laughed, and I looked over at him. “Well it’s true. Think about it. We thought we had finished it, but Tamara was still acting weird.” “True.” He began to think about it more. My eyes were growing heavy, and I could feel him move me, to lay on the bed, under the covers. The bed sank more on my side. “Wait Stiles?” I whispered looking at him. “Yeah?” I forced my eyes open, “Come cuddle with me please.” He slipped back into the bed, under the covers and I rolled over, back to him, and reached my left hand back and pulled him closer. “Thank you... Put your arm beside you. It shouldn’t fall asleep too quickly.” He whispered “You’re welcome.” And kissed my cheek, then he laid down behind me, holding my small cold self, close to his warm tall self.

Tamara, do you see those people? They ruined your life. They don’t deserve to be happy. We will destroy them, and then rule this county. All of Beacon Hills. All of it.

But what if I don’t want to? I just want my friends! My best friends Rae and Stiles, and my boyfriend Scott! I don’t want to be your mutant little puppet!

Nonsense child. You don’t want that. You need to let go of your human side, that’s it breathe in and out. Atta girl. Now what is it that we’re going to do?

Kill Rae. Kill Scott. Kill Stiles if he interferes. 

That’s my girl.

Episode 8.5

You have been warned, this has some explicit mentions. :)                                                    R.

                                             

Rae

                “Ok, so you saw a lady with hair snakes? In a cave?” I pursed my lips. “Yes, Sheriff Stilinski. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.” He sighed, and stood up pacing around his office. “Next thing I know, you’ll all be riding off into the sunset with unicorns.” I looked down, trying not to cry. “Medusa is not real!” He slammed his coffee cup down and then saw the look Stiles was giving him. “I’m sorr-.” He began but I had already busted out. “Dad!” I heard Stiles holler and then he was behind me. I turned, eyes filled with tears, and looked at him. “Stiles, I’m so sorry!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, me sobbing, pulling him closer, and wrapping my arms around him. “I’m so sorry!” I cried into his worn out leather jacket. “Why are you sorry? Baby you didn’t do anything! He’s just annoyed. We always have that one perp that they can’t catch.” I shudder, trying to stop crying. Scott came around the corner.

Stiles

                With Rae still clinging to me, I looked at Scott, while smoothing her hair down. He shrugged, holding up Tamara’s jacket. “She’s gone?!” I gasped. Rae looked up, tears streaming down her face still. “Yeah and she left a note. ‘I’m fine. Needed to get out. Just give me some space.’” Another sob escaped Rae’s throat, so I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her. Let’s get you home, you look like you need to soak in the tub.” She didn’t move though. She backed against the wall, and slid down it, curling up once she hit the floor. “Here, carry her.” Scott walked over and picked her up, putting one arm over his shoulder. “Okay.” I got her other side. And we carried her out of there, still sobbing.

Rae

                I stood arms crossed, makeup running down my face. Stiles stood in front of me, holding out a towel. “C’mon Rae. If you don’t get in the shower, I will undress you myself.” His threat didn’t faze me, except when he took a step forwards. “Go ahead. You wouldn’t dare.” He gently pushed me against the wall. “Test me.” He growled, and I bit my lip. “What if I don’t want a shower?” He chuckled. “Rae, you are quiet the girl.” He pulled my shirt up and off, then unbuttoned my jeans. “Getting warmer.” He smiled. I stepped out of my jeans, and tilted my head. “Your turn.” I pointed to his shirt. He looked at me to see if I was kidding, then pulled it off to display a body only to be described as ‘Oof!’ “You sure you wanna keep going?” He asked me, as I took my turn to unbutton his jeans. “Mhm.” He swallowed hard and I could hear his heart beating like crazy. “It’s ok. You’re not the only inexperienced one in here.” He looked at me confused. “You’re still a?” “A virgin? Yes Stiles. I am a virgin. Why is that a shock?” He shrugged and I undid my bra, and pulled off my underwear. Then I climbed into the tub, closed the curtain and turned on the water. “Stiles?” I heard him clear his throat. “Yeah?” “Aren’t you coming?” A slight shuffle. “Uh…” “Stiles, the answer is yes, yes you are.” I stuck my hand out and grabbed his hesitant arm. “You know you want to.”

Side Story

(Hey Alphas, I'm out and about, but here's a side story, from the guys points of view....)

Scott
We had brought the girls out in one of those party RVs, and they were having fun. It'd actually been one of mom and John's many ideas, and we'd accepted. Since Rae and Claire were drifting in and out of foster care all their lives, they hadn't has much of an out of house experience. 

Claire was sitting next to Liam, smiling and twirling her hair, Rae and Tamara were dancing around to the music. Cuckoo was playing, and they were laughing and being silly. I glanced at Stiles who sat there looking at his phone, when Rae stopped and did a put of breath giggle he grinned looking up. "I love her laugh." Then he put his phone away and leaned back. "I don't get why girls think they aren't good at dancing. They look pretty damn sexy to me." He winked at me, and I chuckled. "Cause they hear it from others or they really can't. Or they juts want attention." He nodded thoughtfully. "True." They came over and sat down next to us, Rae pulling Stiles over by his shirt kissing him Tamara leaned against me kissing my jaw. "Love you." She whispered.

Episode 8

                

The next day…

Rae

I sat, cross legged in my desk, shoes on the floor. Coach talking about his life, trying to compare it to the lesson of logic's. And here I thought we’d be learning about Business Cycles. I began to draw in my notebook. We were up all night, searching the Beastiary. Nothing about what she saw, or what left the marks on my leg. She had managed to fall asleep while we were reading, but she was fine when we woke her up later. She said she saw the hair moving, almost like snakes. There was absolutely nothing. I glanced over to the seat next to but one down from me. Stiles was dead asleep, eyes closed, lips puckered, but not far out. I smiled at him. He was so beautiful. Scott waved and I looked over to the seat beside mine. He nodded back to Stiles and winked. I looked at coach, whose back was still turned, slipped out of my seat, and kissed Stiles, and sat back down as Stiles woke up and stretched. Then sighed, and leaned forwards, as Scott whispered something. Stiles’ eyes popped open, and he crossed his arms over his lap. I giggled and then jumped as a book hit my desk. Coach stood next to my desk, glowering down at me. “Anderson! What is so funny?!” He hollered. “Nothing Coach. Promise.” He harrumphed and walked away. For the first time that day, I noticed something about Tamara. She was kinda slumped over, and slouchy. It was weird. The bell rang and she dodged out. I pulled my bad up and over, Stiles doing the same, looking at me confused. I shrugged and followed him out of the room. “What was that all about?” Scott looked just as confused as us. “No idea. Don’t even know where she went.” I noticed her locker was ajar. Walking over, I opened it. “Her tails.” I opened the large black box. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5… Where’s the sixth one?” Scott asked peering over my shoulder. “Obsidian. Shurikens, these are really big. Aren’t they supposed to be discreet?” I asked looking at the boys. “What are you doing?” Tamara was glowering at me. “Oh, just making sure nobody stole your stuff. Where were you?” Scott answered grabbing her hand. “I had to go to the bathroom. Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” I walked slower than everyone else. Tamara would never had snapped like that. She would have freaked because her locker was open. And she would have thanked me for making sure everything was ok. She turned and looked at me, and suddenly my leg began to burn. “Agh!” I slid my hand over it, but it didn’t help. I knew what was happening. It had happened once before. Something or someone was trying to turn me. Make me burst into a flaming ball. I dodged into the bathroom, and into one of the stalls. “Rae?!” I heard Tamara yell, busting into the room. Stay quiet. Don’t cry out. Damn this hurts! “Rae? Where are you? You know. I never liked you. I always wanted you to be the first to go.” She kicked open the first stall. Then the second, the third. Just as she was about to discover me, Stiles came in, “Sorry ladies, my girlfriend came in here, uh not that she’s my girlfriend exactly. Oh um Rae that wasn’t supposed to come out that way…” His voice trailed and I came out. “Where’s Tamara?” I asked looking around. “She bolted. Why? What’s wrong?” I grabbed his arm and pulled him along behind me out into the hall. “Where’s Scott?!” I panicked, looking around. “No idea.” I could feel fear, as well as anger, and it was leading me out towards the front door. “Rae!” Lydia came running up. “Let me guess, you’re hearing a noise? What is it?” I asked looking at her terrified face. “It’s Scott’s voice. Random things he’s said today.” “Where to Lydia?” She swallowed. “Um I hear waves, and an echoey sound.” I concentrated on what she was saying. “The beach. They went to the beach.” I tore out the front door, and to Stiles’ jeep.

“Oh Scott. I didn’t want this to be you. See if Stiles hadn’t left you to go for the tramp. Well it’d be Rae sitting here not you.” The lady was a sight to be held. She had long hair, which turned into snakes. Her lower half had merged together as one. “Why? Why did it have to be us?” He growled. Scott. I want to help you. You need to get the shuriken. Snap it. She has me trapped inside it. I can see and hear everything but if I open my mouth, I say what she wants. My mind was steady but my person was not. I could hardly think on my own let alone move or speak. I was being forced to stand like a bodyguard against the wall. While Abby Brayden Monsune, circled my beautiful boyfriend, tracing his shoulders. Ugh this woman pissed me off. ‘Tamara?! Where are you?’ All I heard was Rae. ‘Rae?! Help in the cave. I can’t move or speak and she’s slowly sucking his life. Help!’ No reply.  Suddenly a hissing sound was heard, but not from Abby. A line of fire and sparks shot out, and hit her, throwing her against the wall. My tail flew from her grasp, and into Stiles hand. ‘Break it! BREAK IT!’ I screamed at him but nothing worked. Rae tilted her head looking at me, then snatched the tail. She held it and with a quick snap, broke it.

Rae

                Tamara gasped, like she’d been holding her breath, and dropped. I untied Scott and stood back as he held her. “T? You ok?” He asked, tracing her face. She coughed and then sat up. “Where are the other tails? If she gets ahold of them, I’ll be her puppet and nothing will stop her or me.” I smiled. “They’re hiding. Don’t worry.” I hugged her and sighed in relief. As I glanced around, I noticed the freaky lady was gone. “She’s gone!” I gasped, standing up, grabbing Stiles’ arm. “She’s gone.”

Episode 7.5

ATTN: Sorry for the short episode. I'll write more tomorrow. :)

Rae

                We had called for Tamara, so long my throat began to numb. “Tamara!” I managed to squeak. “Here.” Stiles handed me a water bottle, and I drank thankfully. “Guys over here!” Scott hollered. There lay Tamara.  He checked her pulse. “She’s still alive. Had the shit beaten outta her though.” He picked her up, and Stiles followed. I turned to follow but tripped and fell. “Agh!” “Are you ok?” Stiles gasped. I nodded and stood, using him as a crutch. “Would you mind giving me a piggyback?” I asked. “Yeah!” He bent down and I hopped up. “My knee feels like its bleeding.” His fingertips ran over it. “Yeah it is. Don’t worry we’re almost out.” I felt tired, and oddly dizzy. “Somethings wrong with merrr…” My voice slurred and everything faded.

                Light flooded my eyes, and I was pretty sure I was dead. Did I go to heaven? Or is this some kind of purgatory? “Rae?” I looked up to see Deaton. “Hey.” I smiled, slowly sitting up, feeling a migraine. “How’s Tamara?” “I’m ok.” Her voice sounded. She was holding an ice pack on her head. “Just a little bump.” He smiled. I looked around, and saw Stiles outside talking to his dad. That’s when I saw the marks on my leg. “What is this?” I asked Deaton. “Looks like some seaweed wrapped around you. Or maybe you just tanned weird. “I didn’t go in the water, and we were there for a couple hours. I was under the sun full body, only a bikini.” His brow squished together. “Weird. I’ll look into it. So what did this woman look like?” I tilted my head. “Not entirely sure. But I think her hair was alive. It moved, and not like there was wind.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Ok, well go check the Beastiary.” “Okay.” I slipped off the metal table, and followed Tamara outside, when Deaton came out. “DON’T LET TAMARA FALL ASLEEP! I know what you’re dealing with.” Stiles hugged me, but Deaton’s warning rang in my head. “Guys, I want to sleep. Why can’t I just take a nap?” Scott shrugged. “We’re going home, checking the Beastiary and then maybe you can go to bed.” 

(Credited to T.H!!)

Episode 7

Tamara

                After the earlier events of a car wash, we had gone inside, me taking a shower because I was so damn cold. It went a little like this…

                “Tamara! I need my sweatpants!” Scott’s voice came from outside the bathroom. I rinsed the rest of the shampoo out, and peeked out into the room. “You mean the gray ones that are on the floor?” He hollered back, “Yup! Those ones.” I rolled my eyes, “Come in and get them then.” The door opened. “You sure?” He asked almost unbelieving. “Yes retard. I’m sure. Besides it’s not like I told you to jump off a bridge. It’s just a pair of pants.” I chuckled as I heard him brush his hair and then start singing. The room filled with the smell of his cologne, and I shut off the water. “Hand me the towel behind you please.” I asked, and the fluffy material reached my hand. I wrapped the purple towel around me and stepped out. He smiled, and then went back to adjusting his sweats. “See ya later.” I grinned. “Later.” He smiled back. Going over to his dresser, I pulled out a pair of red high waisted shorts, and a sheer black top, the collar around the neck, no sleeves. I tugged on my black tank top, then the shirt. As I was buttoning the shorts, Scott walked in his beautiful sweats and that’s it. He looked at me, then down at his stomach, almost instantly doing a little dance. I giggled and finished buttoning my pants. “Well, what d’ya think?” He stood and admired. “Nice. Think it’d look better on my floor though, and one of my sheets over you.” My mouth dropped open and I could feel him undressing me. “Scott! Watch your mindset.” I giggled. He shrugged and made his bed. I shook my head and sat in his chair.

Someone knocked, snapping me out of my daydream, and Melissa popped her head in. “Hey guys, the Sheriff is here, he wants you downstairs.” Scott looked at me concerned and we headed downstairs, holding hands. Rae and Stiles were down there also, playing footsie under the table. We sat at the island, and looked at Mr. Stilinski. “Melissa and I, have decided that you deserve the day off. Go to the beach, and have fun. We haven’t had any new cases involving supernaturals.” I saw Rae’s face light up at the word beach. “Let’s do it!” I enthused, grinning at Melissa. Scott nodded, and Stiles grabbed Rae’s hand. “Do you have a bathing suit?” Her eyes popped open. Shaking her head she looked at me. “I’ve never been to the beach.” “Go kids, go have fun!” Melissa shooed us. I grabbed my purse, and wallet, grabbed Rae’s hand, and headed out to Stiles beloved jeep. She climbed into the front the seat, me behind her. Scott scootched into the seat beside me, and Stiles started the jeep. “Go to the mall.” I said leaning up between them. He nodded, and Rae’s hand slipped over to the stick shift, and he put his hand on top of hers. Scott reached up and cranked the radio. “Shut up and dance with me!” The speakers sang. “Now I get to see you in a bikini.” Scott whispered in my ear. I flicked him, then went back to looking out the side.

                Rae stood staring at her reflection. “It’s like underwear. But it feels like spandex.” I laughed and handed her a purple, blue and black bikini with palm trees on them. “Try this one. It’ll match your tan better.” She nodded and went back into the changing room. “I think you look really good in the bright green one.” She said from behind the door, “You think so?” I asked studying my reflection. Yeah, I guess I do. “I’ll get it.” I said. “You coming out?” “Uh huh, just let me tie this… Okay! Ready or not...” She sighed. I waved Stiles in and shushed him. “Okay, come out.” She stepped out, and did a little ta-da move, only to realize Stiles was staring at her. “Uhh… Hi, um Stiles.” He nodded. “I approve.” I nudged him out and nodded at her. “Yup. That’s the one.” She giggled and closed the door, dressed and came out. “Alright let’s go buy these.”

                Rae put one finger over her lips, smiled, and picked up the ice cold water bottle. She then proceeded, to pour the contents all over Stiles and Scott, who both jumped up, yelling and hollering. “RUN!” Rae screamed, grabbing my hand and bolting. We ran giggling, but sadly Stiles and Scott were still faster than two supernatural babes. Well Stiles more so. Never understood that. He tackled Rae, Scott grabbing me, and getting me over his shoulder, and then walking towards the water. “No! Scott no please!!” I giggle cried. When I looked back at Stiles and Rae, he was on top of her, and they were... Kissing??? Go Rae. Then I was submerged in warm salty water, and Scott was pulling me up. “You are a brat.” I said slipping my legs around him. “And you are sexy as hell. Besides, Lime Green. Nice choice.” He winked and kissed me. A cry from shore made our heads turn. Rae was standing staring off into one of the caves. We swam back and Stiles was holding a frantic Rae. “What happened?!” Scott asked, looking her in the eyes. “I don’t know. I stopped, kissing him for a second, and there was a freaky lady standing over us, then when I yelled she ran into the cave.” I looked towards the cave, something moved and without thinking I bolted in.

(Belongs to T.H, Thanks for all the support and ideas!! You're the best! XOXO R.)

Heads up!!

Heyy Guys, Its R,

 I'm here to say that this week I'll put up as many Episodes as I can, but starting this coming Friday, there's a chance I won't have my laptop for about a week. I will try to see if i can avoid this issue but heres my warning! XOXO Alphas.
                                                                        R.


PS: I can also try to use my phone to publish some, so hang in there guys, you still got me for this week :D

Exhausted

So I know this is random and will probably bore you (or most of you :))

But I've recently started watching Pretty Little Liars. It's really good, but some of it is just really repetitive. Like the plot lines. Haha, anyways, my friend and I were talking about how the guys are all hot and everything. Then I noticed something. In the beginning, when its playing the song, Secret. They close the casket and Aria, Emily and Spencer all look at Hanna, who looks anywhere but at the casket, and then Aria shushes the audience, but her finger is off center. Weird? Yes. Coincidence. I think not. I think they all know something they aren't letting on... ANYWAYS!! Back to the reason of this blog.


                  Guys, I really need some ideas for the teen wolf scripts... I'm trying my best but I feel like they're just getting worse and worse. Someone feel like helping out? Email me!! Comment on here, anything to help me out! Okay Alphas, I'm outie,...

Episode 6 CAR WASH ;)

Tamara

                “Scott, Tamara!” Mrs. McCall hollered down the hall. “Yeah?” Scott got up from where we were studying. “Your dad needs his car washed. You wanna do it?” I looked at him and nodded. “I need a break anyways.” He grinned, “Me too.” He helped me up and we walked down the stairs. “Black car out front.” She pointed it out. “Oh that’s a beautiful car.” I sighed. Scott chuckled, and we went to the yard, and grabbed soap, buckets and sponges, and the hose. “This is the part where you suddenly have on booty shorts and a white top.” Scott winked and I blushed. “Sorry, not today lover boy.” I winked. “You get the top, I’m too short.” Me being barely 5’6. “Oh I know.” He said walking up really close and smiling down at me. “You like being taller than me don’t you?” I slipped my hands into his back pockets. “Mmhmm.” He leaned down to kiss me, but the door slammed from next door and the creepy next door neighbor was watching us. Scott cleared his throat and stepped away, turning on the hose, filling a bucket to the top. I had already started scrubbing the side. “Hey T, where’s the other sponge?” He asked, his back to me while he was searching in the now filled bucket. I giggled, producing the sponge, soaking wet, and jumped onto his back, the sponge between my stomach and his back. “Agh! Tamara!” He hollered laughing. I slipped off and ran, but not before he got me with the hose. I turned to yell at him for only getting my ass, when I got a face full of hose water. Spluttering I spit out what had gone into my mouth, and groaned. “Scott! Now I look like a raccoon.” I headed over to the car, and peeked in the mirror. “A dying Raccoon.” He came over, putting his fingers in the belt loops and pulled me away from the car. “A sexy raccoon. That does so many things to a guy.” I closed my mouth and rolled my eyes. He turned me and finally kissed me. I tippy toed, but he had to lift me up, so I wrapped my legs around him. “That doesn’t look like cleaning!” Melissa’s voice carried out to us. I pulled away and put my head on his shoulder, laughing. “Sorry, Mrs. McCall!” Suddenly Scott brought the hose out from behind his back, pinned me against the car, and stuck the hose in my shirt. I was so shocked, it was so cold, I couldn’t move. “Wh-what was that for?” He got closer and smiled. “You needed a cold shower.” I dropped down and we kept cleaning the car. Just as we finished, Mr. and Mrs. McCall came out, both grinning. “Scott why are they smiling like that?” I asked him, walking up behind him. He grabbed my hand, slipping the hose into it. “Cause they have ice buckets.” They got closer, but there were no buckets in their hands. “Agh!” Scott hollered spinning around. There stood a very smug looking Rae. She had snuck up behind us. That’s when I heard someone behind me, and jumped forwards avoiding the splash of water. We all played around the McCall’s included. I stood back for a second smiling at the people I know hold dearly. Stiles, spinning a soaked Rae around giggling, Melissa and Detective McCall kissing under the spray of the hose, and Scott, smiling at me from beside the car. These were the moments I would always want to keep in my memory.

                Look at those 4. So happy. It makes me sick, watching them giggle and frolic around, with smiles, while the rest of the world suffers. They will go down. Mark my words!

                                                                                                                A.B.M

(PS!!! That was part of the story, A.B.M is someone in the story, soon to be introduced… :D Keep guessing who it is after I get more published (comment who you think it is!!!)


H.H Thank you for all the encouragement. I have loved being your best friend!! Love ya Chicka. 
(Keep Scott busy eh? (; )
PS: Here's the scene I promised you! <3

Episode 5

Tamara

                I paced outside the room. The doctors said she was suffering from hypothermia. And was showing symptoms of being in cold water. So we had gone along with it. “Sweetheart.” Scott said walking up behind me, grabbing my arms. “Scott, what if she dies? Why did she do that?” He turned me, “First of all, why are you so cold, here take my jacket. Second of all, she felt as though she a duty.” I nodded, focusing on Stiles. He was sitting on one of the couches, head in his hands, Claire, wrapped up in his jacket, dead asleep next to him, her head on his lap. We walked over, Scott patting his back. “I think I love her.” He sighed, looking up at Scott. “Here Stiles, let me take your spot.” I offered, and he stood, and held Claire up till I had sat. Scott pulled him into a hug and held the back of his neck as Stiles wrapped his arms around him. I heard the soft sound of him sobbing. Just then Mrs. McCall walked down the hall way. “Guys, I can get you in there, but only one. And it has to be fast.” Stiles wiped his eyes, trying to hide his tears. “Stiles. You go.” I heard Claire say. She sat up. “I know you love her. Go in.” I nodded and so did Scott. Lydia smiled. “Ok.” He whispered. Melissa unlocked the door and let him in. “Poor Stiles.” Claire sighed. “I’ve seen the way he looks at her. He is definitely in love.”

Rae

                I could feel someone in the room. But I was too tired to lift my head or open my eyes. “Rae. Baby?” Stiles! I’m so glad you’re here. How’s Claire? And everyone else? He sighed, taking my hand. “I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance. Everyone’s worried about you. The doctor said you have hypothermia. So we had to tell him that you had fallen off a boat, and we dragged you out. You know I kept saying I think I love you. But I’m pretty sure I do. And I know I’ve only know you for almost a month, but a lot happens in a month. Rae, please come back. Rain…” Stiles. She knew. She was there. Last night. When you nicknamed me that. She knew…. Please help me Stiles. I can’t see you. I want to. “Stiles? You need to leave.” Someone’s voice came in. Melissa! No please don’t take him. “Ok. Rae, I have to go. Please show me you can hear me.” I could barely do it, but I squeezed his hand. He sighed in relief and then let go. I let myself relax. I love you too. I just didn’t want to admit it. It’s too hard. I’ve only been able to love my sister. Stiles Stilinski. I love you. I giggled mentally, then went to sleep.

Tamara

                “What happened?” Scott asked him. “She heard me. She squeezed my hand.” I smiled at his enthusiasm. “She’s going to live.” She has to. Nobody can make me laugh like that girl. I thought to myself. She has to.

Rae                                                        About 4 days later.

                “Whoa.” Stiles, steadied me. I giggled as his hands wrapped around my waist. “Stiles?” “Yes?” “Did, did you actually mean what you said?” I asked him, turning to face him. I glanced at his lips imagining what it’d be like to kiss him. “About?” I swallowed hard, and noticed him looking at my lips for a second and then back to my eyes. “About, loving me?” He blinked. “Yes. Everything I said was true.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Well I was wondering because I might just feel the same way. But honestly it’s too early to tell, Stiles. Love takes time.” He smiled. “I know. But when I saw you in that fire, I was so terrified. I couldn’t imagine living without you. Without walking into the bathroom after you’ve been in there and your shampoo smell is still in there, or when you run by me cause you forgot your phone and your perfume just fills my nose and disables my thoughts, without you sitting in my jeep wearing those ridiculously short black shorts, cross legged, in my jeep smelling so good, and singing to the radio. All of that would be too hard to live without,” I kissed him. In the middle of his rant. I just kissed him. He was being so sweet, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell. “That isn’t part of your rehab.” He whispered, as we pulled apart. Then we hear laughing and cheering. Scott, Tamara, Derek and Lydia stood grinning at us, but Claire was what made me laugh more. She was dancing around grinning. “I love you Rae.” He said kissing my forehead. “I love you too Stiles Stilinski.” I giggled.

NEXT UP TAMARA AND SCOTT. A WHOLE LOTTA IT.

But for now my dear Alphas, this blogger needs some sleep! XOXO

                                                         R.

Episode 4

Rae

I crouched on the rooftop, watching as Scott and Stiles paced back and forth. "I knew she would get it!" Stiles grinned. I tilted my head. "Yeah but we don't need excess people. Especially one we don't know of what she is capable." Derek walked out of the shadows. I stayed back, and kept listening to them. "Oh c'mon Derek. Stop being a stick in the mud." Stiles grumbled. I felt sad, that Derek still doesn't trust me. "So she's sure this plan will work?" Scott asked Stiles, who nodded vigorously.  I knew by the smell who the Benu was. The second week of school Lydia had introduced me to her party friends. One in particular stood out. Natasha Chase. She smelled of twentyone black by Rue 21. I know because that’s my favorite perfume. I never leave without it. But that day I had been rushing. She had shaken my hand, and smiled. But when she walked away I could’ve sworn I’d see bird legs under those nylons. “She’s not trust worthy!” Derek’s pissy tune brought me back to now. Tamara came up beside me and sat cross legged. “Hey.” She said softly. I nodded. “Bastard.” I muttered, and Scott’s and Derek’s head snapped around to look at me. Stiles looked around wildly. “What?!” Scott grabbed his shoulder and turned him to look at us. I waved at him, and then continued talking. “So Derek, I don’t know why you don’t like me, but you need to put that aside for tonight. She’s coming. I can smell her.” Scott turned. “Me too.” Natasha appeared in the entrance to the small alley beneath the roof, off to the side if the school. “Scott?” She called. I jumped from the roof, to the fire escape. “Yeah, back here.” He called. I could feel her anger, she knew. “Scott, she knows. Get back.” He started walking backwards. She had transformed. “How’d you know? The Beastiary? Your senses? The smell? Or maybe the blood on my heels, after Tommy was found.” I swallowed hard, and dropped down, behind Scott. “Ahh. The infamous and rare Phoenix. How are you cousin?” I blinked, “Curious. How are we related?” She grinned. “Your mother’s brother is my father. Oh don’t look so excited. He died. In the fire. With everyone else.” Derek laughed, “What is it with fires and families with supernaturals.” I ignored him. “Natasha. How are you alive? You weren’t even born yet. And both your parents died.” She grinned. “Actually, no. They didn’t die. At least not right away. Dad was rushed to the hospital. He died later that night. Mom was close to her due date. They say the doctor came into the room. She was gone. I was left there, crying. They say she ran away. She didn’t. I know what happened.” She stopped and smiled at me. “You look so much like her.” “Who?” “Your mother.” She cackled. I stepped forwards. She ran at me, jumping and kicking, I ducked and swept my leg around knocking her down. Tamara, Lydia, and Claire came running up and stopped watching us. Stiles was standing like he wanted to jump in. Derek and Scott were holding him back. I tuned and faced her, still not changed. “I won’t hurt you.” I said softly. “You’re family.” She wiped blood from her nose, and laughed again. “Good. It’ll make killing you so much easier.” I blinked and shook my head. “Why haven’t you changed Rain?” I stopped. “What’d you just call me?!” She grinned showing her horrible teeth, inside her “beak”.  “You know. It’s funny. You are technically younger than Claire. Hell everyone here.” I say shock on Claire’s face. “SHUT UP!” I charged her and grabbed her middle, smashing her against the wall. “Agh!” She cried out. “So,” she managed to gasp, landing a punch then a kick. “Why haven’t you changed yet? Are you afraid to show them? Or are you unable to control it?” I blocked another kick, and spun around, holding my breath, my foot at her throat. “Nice heels. Are these the ones you stole?” Was it possible this bitch was watching my every move? “Claire get out. Stiles, get her out.” He kind stood there. “Do it!” I screamed. He ran and grabbed her pulling her back. “NO!” she yelled. “Scot, Derek, get back. Block Tamara and Lydia, don’t let them get hurt.” They stood by the girls. I closed my eyes and let tears fall, “You’re actually gonna do it? Only worthy ones live.” Natasha smiled evilly. “You’re not worthy of anything. Nothing, you’re nothing but dirt.” I kicked her throat, and she stumbled back gasping. “Bitch!” she squeaked. I smiled. “No. You’re the bitch. You stole my perfume!” I kicked her back against the wall, and let the power out. I burst into a ball of flame.

Stiles

About a minute reversed

“No! RAE!” Claire screamed, gripping my upper arms. “Shh.” I whispered stroking her hair. “No! That’s my sister! She’s going to die.” I chuckled. “Looks like she’s got this.” Then my heart dropped. Rae had kicked Natasha’s throat. Then she’d put her arms out and burst into a fire. “No!” This time I was screaming. “No, Stiles.” Derek grabbed me, and I tried to get out of his hold.” Claire had run to Tamara and collapsed into her arms. It seemed like years, but was only seconds, until Rae had dropped. And Natasha was gone. The fire was gone. I pushed Derek and ran in what felt like slow motion. “Rae!”

Rae

                Cold. So cold, and tired. “Rae?!” Stiles? Help me. Please help me! I can’t feel anything. Claire! Oh no, Stiles take care of Claire if I die. Please. Everything faded.

Bored

Hey guys! Just letting you know I'm making a new one but my brain is fried. Summer school kills you! Ttyl xoxo R.

Episode 3

Rae
"So, you're related to this Benu?" Stiles asked, me for the tenth time. He paced back and forth, holding a pen, tapping his forehead with it. Scott groaned and leaned over the bed, head hanging down. "There's a chance. But all of our relatives are dead." I sighed and leaned against the window. "So is there another Phoenix?" Tamara asked, putting her hair into a bun. I shrugged. "Who knows. I'm to tired to think. I'm going to bed." I slipped into the guest room and pulled on my pajamas. I crawled under the covers, careful not to wake Claire.
Tamara
"Ok, let's go." I grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him out the front door. "What do you think of this knew girl?" He asked, pulling me closer as we walked to his motorcycle. "She's adorable and nice. Let's keep her." I giggled thinking about the day we had helped her. After school she'd kissed Stiles cheek, after thanking him for showing her around. He turned and looked at Scott with his eyes wide and asked dead serious, "Can we keep her?" Stiles is a character, and the fact he's finally found someone, I'm happy for him. The ride home was dead silent and I was glad for that.

Rae
Thunder filled the air, shaking the walls. I jumped out of the bed, and ran out into the hallway. Claire was dead asleep as always and I would get yelled at if I woke her up. I headed downstairs, and into the kitchen, to look for a glass. I had just closed the 3rd cabinet when I turned and saw Sheriff Stilinski watching me. I jumped a little and he chuckled. "Sorry Rae, I didn't mean to scare you. I heard you opening doors. Glasses are in the one next to the sink." I opened it and grabbed a tall designed one, filling it to the top. "Okay, well I'm going to bed." He smiled again and headed back up the stairs. I sat on the window seat downstairs, watching the lightning. "It's pretty isn't it?" Stiles asked. I had seen him in the window. "Yeah, but I hate the thunder." I shivered, and he came over, putting a soft blue blanket around my shoulders. "C'mere." He nudged me forwards and before I knew it I was leaning against him. "You okay? Even after everyone had grilled you?" I nodded. "I feel like I know who the Benu is. I could smell something. It was a distinct smell of perfume." I sighed and laid my head back. "How did you get me to trust you? I hardly trust anyone. Only cops and my sister... Ohh." I realized it was probably because he was the son of a cop. "Maybe it's cause of my dad or maybe it's cause I'm very convincing. I've been told I have a beautiful smile." And that's when it clicked. "I know who it is!" I sat up. "Call Scott!"


{Okay goodnight my lovelies, it's late!!!}

Episode 2

       

                                  Couple Weeks In

             A couple weeks after getting used to everything...

Couch yelled at Scott as he missed another ball, that Liam had flung at him. I stood, at the edge of the field, feet pointed at each other, nervous because I wasn't here to watch the practice or ask for help on the Economics paper Coach had assigned. I was here to see Stiles. I watched him as he nervously rolled his shoulders, then tilted his head as Scott pointed at me. Stiles turned and stood up straight smiling. 

He waved, and was knocked down by two others. I gasped and dropped my bag, running out to him. "Stiles? Are you ok?" He opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "I need mouth to mouth." I giggled, then looked up to find a very pissed off coach. "Get off my damn field. NOW!" At first I thought he was talking to me, but after I had stood to leave he stayed looking at Stiles. "Stilinski! Move it! You're benched this practice." He groaned, stood and jogged off to where I was now sitting. "Hey... Sorry I didn't mean to get you benched." I sighed looking down.

"Nah it's ok. I wouldn't have stood if I hadn't wanted to be benched. I grinned at him, and playfully punched my arm. That's when I saw it. A bunch of kids running around the corner of the bleachers. "COACH!" screamed one of the girls. "What? What the hell?" He turned to look at the group of kids. "Something terrible has happened! One of the boys, got attacked in the locker room." Scott came running up. "Stiles." Stiles stood and then stopped. He looked at me and grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?" I gasped, regretting wearing strapped heels. "This wasn't an attack. Well it was but not by a human. There are other things out there. And right now we're dealing with Berserkers, Were-Jaguars, Were-Coyotes and the occasional Windigo, or Kanima." I groaned, "Just explain later. I'm so confused." We pushed past kids crowding in to see the boy laying on the ground. A cop put his hands out, and Stiles tippy-toed. "Dad!" Another cop, turned, "Let them in Parrish." He nodded and let us by. "Dad, this is Rae. Rae this is my dad, Sherriff John Stilinski." I took Sherriff Stilinski's hand and shook it, smiling. "Hello sir." He returned the greeting and then turned back to Scott and Stiles.

"Is she one of the..?" Scott shook his head. "I'm a Phoenix, sir." He sighed. "This is all new to me. I am still trying to get a grasp on half the stuff I see now. How do your parents cope with it?" I shrugged, "They don't know." He nodded thoughfully and then went back to another investigator. I walked up behind the boys who were crouched examining it. Lydia and Tamara came in, and Scott whispered to Sherriff John. "Okay, everyone out! Close off the perimeter, I need to question these youngsters." 
Question us? What did I do wrong? Once the area had been cleared, Scott crouched beside the body. "See this marks?" He asked John. "They aren't claws. They're more narrow and defined." I got closer and my heart almost stopped. I knew what they were... I looked at Stiles. He grinned at me and grabbed my hand. "Try not to look so scared." He chuckled. "I can hear your heart. Why is it going so fast?" Scott asked. All eyes turned to me.

"Scotts right. Those aren't claw marks." I sighed. "Well what are they?" Sherriff Stilinski asked. "You don't want to know." I whispered, eyes wide. "To hell I do." He gruffed. "Do you know what a Benu is?" I asked them. They shook their heads. "Well I'll explain the whole story later. A Benu was born at creation. To put it lightly, they are born with it. They don't stumble upon, it. It's something they have had all their lives." Scott licked his lips. "So more dangerous, more experienced, and crazy new to our Beastiary." I shook my head. "It's in the Beastiary."

"The Benu is basically a dangerous version of a Phoenix. The evil cousin. Something, someone you don't want to mess with. They usually are loners, or social butterflys." Everyone looked at Lydia. "What?" Scott grinned. "Oh no. No, last time I got the smile I ended up throwing a party." Stiles nodded. "Ugh! Fine. But only if Rae comes." I nodded and smiled. "Of course. I just have to find somewhere Claire can stay. We still have to find a place to stay." Stiles jumped up. "Stay with us! I mean if you're okay with that dad. We have the guestroom." John glared at Stiles, then smiled. "Ok. Sure." On impulse I hugged Mr.Stilinski, then I hugged Stiles. Except I had placed my hands under and around, onto his shoulders. "Thank you!"

(The Benu comes from ancient Egyptian mythology. It is a bird that was born at creation and was worshiped at the city of Heliopolis. It is a heron-like bird with a crest of two long feathers that come from the rear of its head. The Benu is reborn each day after its journey through the night. The Benu is associated with the gods of the sun; it accompanies the souls of the dead on the boat of Ra on its journey through the underworld. 
The Benu was the first creature to come from the sea at creation and the first piece of land it stood on a temple was built this is said to be Heliopolis. It is thought that the Benu bird is much like the Phoenix. The Greek Historian Herodotus visited Egypt and described the bird that the priests showed him as the western bird Phoenix.) 

Episode 1

                             Welcome to Beacon Hills!

"Welcome to Beacon Hills!" Claire read excitedly. I rolled my eyes, slowing for a stop light. "Claire, you know why we're here." She nodded excitedly. "For a new start. To have new lives." I nodded. "And that's why we are not going to ruin this chance of freedom. Okay, Sylvia gave us this chance, only because I'm now 17. She said if we don't screw this up, I'll become your legal guardian. Which means no more foster care." She had stars in her eyes. I checked the time, pulling into a motel. "Ok Kid. Let's go." We grabbed our duffel bags, I paid for a room and we unlocked the door to find a semi clean room. "Go take a shower, and get to sleep." I nudged her towards the bathroom.

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I adjusted my skirt, and hoisted my backpack up onto my shoulder. Claire was already surrounded by , other freshmen. I walked up the steps, past a girl with a pouty expression, who had 2 guys by her side, and an asian girl with red hair. I looked down when I passed, but suddenly got overwhelmed by nausea, my vision blurring, senses heightening. I could feel the fire burning and suddenly I was grabbed by two hands, being carried away from the school. "No! No I can't screw this up." I muttered. I felt two hands holding down my legs, and two more on my arms. I'm going to die! I tried to move, then felt a pinching on my neck, and I could see, hear and smell again. I sat up. The Redhead was sitting in front of me. The two guys, one with dark brown eyes and hair and a crooked jaw, the other short, but spiked hair on top and adorable moles on one side of his face wearing a blue shirt. The asian looked sat cross legged. I stood, the boy in the blue shirt raced forwards and grabbed my arms. I steadied myself and looked at him. "Hi. I'm Stiles. We're here to make sure you realize you have a power." The crooked jaw guy stepped forwards, offering a crooked grin. "I'm Scott. Stiles don't scare the shit outta her." I looked wide eyed from guy to guy. "Ok boys, let her go." The asain sighed stepping forwards. "Hi I'm Tamara. I'm related to Kira Yukimara. You know the girl that used to go here but transferred to Japan to be a model. The name was familiar. "And I'm Lydia." The pouty one spoke. I nodded. "I'm Rae. And I'm late. I need to get to homeroom." Stiles grinned and offered me his arm. "You're a junior too?" I nodded, bashfully taking his arm. "And my sister is a Freshman." I explained our situtaion to my new found friends on the way to homeroom.

My first ones! Before making Episodes...

Scott FanFic

      "Nooooo!" I screamed sitting straight up in bed. "Shhh. Shh baby its ok. It's ok." Scott smoothed my hair down and pulled me onto his chest. "It's ok. Nothing is wrong." I calmed to the soft voice of my boyfriend. I took a deep breath, and snuggled closer. He chuckled as I began to lightly run my fingertips up and down his abs. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep having nightmares. I'm sor-" In the middle of my apologizing, his soft lips covered mine, making speaking impossible. He rolled over and propped himself up above my body. His breathing had became ragged. I looked at his body with appreciation. 2 years of this and I still can't believe it's mine. I moaned slightly as he kissed my neck, twisting his fingers in my hair. His lips found the sensitive part of my neck, and i tried my hardest not to gasp, my body curving upward touching his. He growled deep in his throat, probably the sexiest sound I've ever heard. He looked at me, and I gasped. "Your eyes. Your eyes are glowing." He smiled at me, "I know." My eyes fluttered shut, as he trailed kisses down my stomach. Tonight, was going to be worth the nightmares. 

Sunlight was on my face, and I could smell Scott's cologne. I rolled over, and slid my arm over his warm stomach. "G'morning sweetheart." He muttered kissing my forehead. I sighed and pulled myself closer. The curve of his body, as he pulled me into the spooning position, was perfectly proportionate to mine. I could feel his morning hard on, but it didn't phase me. In fact i enjoyed feeling it, considering I'm probably the reason.

NEXT!

Stiles FanFic

"Ugh! Stiles you make me so mad!" I slammed my phone down onto his desk. I was standing behind it glaring at him sitting on his bed. He closed his mouth, and attempted to hide his grin. "What? What is so funny about this? Do you realize how important this was? Stiles. That was my 15 page essay. And you just spilled Pepsi on it." I began pacing, then I sat down on the floor, covering my face. I kept my face hidden trying not to cry. I heard a scuffle, and then Stiles was next to me. "Baby I'm really sorry, really really really sorry. I can retype it, I'll even write it by hand." I looked up, a stray tear running down my cheek. He smiled and wiped it away his thumb. "I'm sorry I snapped. I should've been more patient." Stiles kissed my forehead, his thumb traveling down to my lips. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes fluttered. I looked at his face, studying it carefully. His freckles were even more adorable, his brown eyes still beautiful. His lips were quite close. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning forwards, knocking him over backwards. He started laughing, and I giggled. "Oops..." He pulled me down fully on top of him, and I kissed him. At first it was a soft kiss, and it evolved into his hands exploring, well everywhere. He rolled over and looked down at me, "If you want to stop tell me okay?" I nodded, pulling his shirt off. "Guess that's a keep going?" He asked already knowing my answer. He pulled my shirt off, kissing my neck and down. "Can we not do this on the ground?" I whispered arching my back. He rolled off of me, and helped me up, I jumped onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Mm, sweetie? I, I thought you wanted to go to the bed?" I nodded. "Mhm." I could feel his bump and was having a hard time not yanking his pants off. 
"STILES!" His dads voice came up the stairs. "Not now dad!" "Stiles, what are you doing?" Stiles looked at me, groaned and moved his head back and forth in frustration. "I'll be right back bae." He rushed out the door, and slipped on his way out. I giggled and then went to the mirror, wiping off the lipstick on my lip. Almost immediately Stiles was back. He walked up to me, pressing against me, as he guided me to the bed. "Rae?" "Mhm?" He laid me down, and then crawled next to me. "You're still sure you wanna d-" I crawled on top of him and kissed his moles, one by one. "Yes. I'm sure." He watched as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. "Yeah. I'm sure."

MOVING ON

Berserkers???

"Scott! Run!" I gasped holding my side. The dagger from the berserker was ripping into my flesh. "No, not without you! I'll heal. I always do." He lifted me up, laying me across his shoulders. "We've got to find Stiles and Rae. They might be in trouble." I moaned, trying not to black out. "Hold on Tamara. Hold on." He ducked into a building, and set me down. We kept quiet, and I covered my mouth as the berserkers shadow stopped over the entrance. Scott grabbed my hand. He nodded and then backed up. I pulled out my double barrel shotgun, loaded with silver bullets. I aimed, my vision blurring. I saw the bones and fired, finally blacking out.
"Tamara? Are you okay?" I hear Rae's voice, and force my eyes open. "Rae? Where's Scott?!" I gasp sitting up straight. She holds her hands out. "Don't worry. Derek and Deaton are making sure he's okay. But are you ok?" I nodded and suddenly remembered the Berserker. "Did I kill it?" I asked. She knew what i meant. "Yeah. You did." I swung my feet over the side. "How about you? Are you ok?" She nodded, smiling slightly. "Must be weird huh. You guys all are things we've heard of. Scott an Alpha, Stiles a normal human. You being a mix between Ninja and Kitsune. Then there's me. A human Phoenix."
I watched her face to see if there was an indication of her being upset. "Explain to me what happens?" "Well, my eyes glow Orangish red. Then my talons appear. Next I can teleport, and sometimes fly, but wings don't show. Only Experienced and Elder Phoenix's can sprout beautiful wings. I can burn stuff, if someone touches me I can burn them. Alot of the time, when Stiles and I are together, he'll complain about my arms burning him. I also love heights. Which is weird but when I looked up the legend of Phoenix. It said they love to be in the air always.
I thought about what Rae told me earlier as Scott and I were heading back to his house. It seemed so strange that yet another creature was being introduced. She doesn't get affected by the full moon, and neither do I. But when we activate the powers, the wolves are scared of us, or just leave us alone.

YAY US!

3 months earlier (to the day).

"After what happened with Tamara and Scott, I'm just really worried about you." Stiles turned left, lovingly gripping the wheel of his beloved baby blue jeep. "Baby, you don't need to worry about me. Okay? I'll be fine." As I said that I saw the lights, and almost tried to stop it. I heard a crunching sound, and I cried out as a pain shot through my leg, into my side. "RAE!!" I heard Stiles scream, and I felt his hand grabbing mine. It slipped away, and suddenly the sounds and spinning stopped. It was dead silent. Rain fell softly, the jeep was laying on it's side. Me being the higher end. My head rolled around. "Stiles..." I moaned. "I'm here! I'm here I'm outside the car. I'm calling an ambulance." I began to laugh. "What? Why are you laughing?" He asked peering into the car. "There's something you're not telling me." I gasped trying to move. "Stiles, what are you not telling me?" He groaned. "The car. It's leeking gas, and the door and dash board are crushing your legs." Leeking gas? "Does that mean it could catch? Stiles get back." He stood still. "No. Im not leaving you." I could smell the gas, knowing in only a small amount of time. It was gonna catch. "Stiles! Get back! Please. I'm begging you." I had started to cry. I smelled the start of a fire. "BACK!" I screamed. I heard him scrambling. Then I heard the crackling. "No! No Rae!" I heard him screaming. I also heard about 6 wailing vechicles pull up. Someone was holding Stiles back. I could here him screaming "let me go." I began to scream as the fire licked at my legs. "NOOOO RAE!!!!" Stiles screamed. Thats the last thing I heard.

Back to present day...

I opened my eyes and looked at Stiles. He was still asleep, and I was glad he was. Just remembering what had happened 3 months ago, he wouldn't be able to keep a straight face looking at me. He always tears up on this day. I had my head on his chest, and my finger tips were playing with his stomach. He stirred and I shrank down so he wouldn't wake up. "What's wrong?" He muttered, turning to look at me. I shook my head. "Nothing." He kissed my forehead, and I caught him by suprise kissing his mouth. "Eh! Let me brush my teeth!" I chuckled as he slipped out of bed. I then got an idea. Following him, I jumped on his back. "What has gotten into you?" I giggled as he pulled me around to sit on the counter in front of him. "Are you ok?" I asked him softly. He nodded, still looking really sleepy. I kissed his nose and then his lips. "I don't care." I cut him off mid sentence. "I don't care." I slipped my arms around his neck and let them hang loosely. "Ok. Ok." He chuckled, leaning into me and pulling me against his body.

:D:D

KIDNAPPED

      "Rae?" Tamara whispered. I looked at her and rolled my eyes. Below us, about 20 paces were Scott and Stiles, tied up and gagged. At first I wondered why Scott hadn't gotten them out, and I smelled the scent that we all feared. "Wolfsbane." I growled. Tamara pointed at Stiles and I saw him waking up . He looked around wildly and started squirming. He somehow managed to get the gag off, and I saw him squinting, looking deeply into the brush surrounding him. He was looking for us, I'm positive of it. I tossed a stone into the clearing and his eyes focused. He saw me, and looked a bit relaxed. Most kids can tell their futrue children that they popped their cherry in the back of a Buick at prom, or they were off partying all the time. Me? I'm gonna be able to tell my kids, I saved their father and uncle aka godfather.
I pointed at the guards in the trees, so Tamara would know where to avoid. We snuck around to the foliage behind the boys. "How bad is he infected? Like what does he look like?" Stiles muttered. "His eyes are turning yellow and his fangs are out. But it's the whites, not the pupils." "Crap, Ok Rae get him out of here. Don't worry about me." Fear shot through my body. Tamara already had Scott out of the binds. "No! I'm helping you too." As I fumbled with the ties, my hand came back sticky and red. "Stiles? Stiles they shot you!" I yanked up his shirt and saw 3 holes all on his back. "Woah, easy there. Guards will think they're getting a show." I poked him, "Hey! You've lost too much blood. And you're humor is a bit dry."
I cut the last string holding him down and pulled him back into the woods helping him stand we began to go as fast as possible to the car about 3 minutes away. "Hey! They're gone!" I heard the guards yelling. Stiles was slowly loosing conciousness and Tamara was ahead. I could see the car, so I closed my eyes and imagined I was next to Tamara and Scott. Grabbing onto them as well I imagined we were at the car. Teleportation man, gotta love it.
Lydia was driving and she pulled out, and headed for the veterarian, calling Sheriff Stilinski along the way. "Sheriff? You need to come to Deatons. We found the boys, but... but Stile's has been shot, and Scott was poisioned with yellow wolfsbane." I hung up and began to stroke Stiles hair. He had his head on my lap, and he was dozing.
"Please don't die sweetie. I.. I need you. I, I love you Stiles Stilinski... I never thought I would ever say that but I do. I've never needed anyone. Especially since I have no idea who my family is. But Stiles, I really do need you. I want a future and if you die, we don't get that. It's senior year. Just hold on." His hand came up and gently grabbed my upper leg, making me feel better, cause he was alive.

We pulled into the vets parking lot, Sheriff Stilinski rushed over and dragged Stiles out. "You go help with Scott." I nodded and rushed over to help get him inside. "Don't worry Tamara! We'll help him. He'll be ok."

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"Will he be ok?" I asked, looking at Tamara, dead asleep in the chair. Deaton nodded, "You're lucky it was Yellow Wolfsbane." I yawned, looking outside. Sheriff Stilinski was outside sitting on his car. He looked like he was waiting for me. "Go ahead." Deaton smiled. "They'll be okay." I nodded yawned again, and headed outside. "Hey kiddo." Sheriff smiled hugging me giving me a kiss on the head. "How is he?" I asked tears welling up.
I hadn't had the chance to cry earlier. And normally I don't cry. The back car door opened. Stiles peeked his head out, wearing his cheeky smile. I covered my mouth and then ran back to him, climbing onto him causing him to fall over, and I kissed him. "Wow. That was amazing. And I love you too." He grinned.
Then I realized he wasn't wearing his shirt. "How're the wounds?" I asked tracing the bandage, cuddling up against him. "I'm fine. They've been closed and I had blood pumped into me." My eyes were getting heavy, and he kissed my forehead. "Sleep my princess. We're going home now." I liked how that sounded. 'My princess. We're going home now.' I smiled and cuddled even closer, as the car pulled onto the main road.

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(Tamara)
I started. I had fallen asleep in the vets office. I was now asleep in Melissa's house, more specifically Scotts bedroom. In his bed. I heard movement from the bathroom. So I crept over towards it. Opening the door, I saw Scott in the shower. Time froze as he opened his eys, tilted his head and smiled at me. "I can hear your heart over here." He stepped out of the shower, walking over, pulled my shirt off and grinned. "Come join me?"
nodded and stepped out of the giant sweatpants I was wearing. "How did i ge-?" "My mom dressed you, don't worry." He pulled me into the shower, flicking water at me. "Here have some soap." He put a splash of bodywash on my shoulder, leaned close and muttered, "May I?" My heart skipped a beat, as he began rubbing the soap all over me. "You okay?" He bit my ear and I nodded yet again.

MAS

THE DAY AFTER BEING KIDNAPPED AND HURT....

I woke up, with Scott staring at me. "Mm?" I groaned rolling over, his warm body, coming close to mine as he started spooning me. "Nothing, you're beautiful when you're asleep." He chuckled, slipping his arm over me, intertwining it with mine. "And grumpy when woken up early, so shush!" I grumbled, trying to ignore his presence. He laughed again, and started to pull away. "Mmn!" I protested, grabbing his hand. "Tamara, it's 7:15, school starts in an hour, we need to get ready. That's when I remembered. Sitting up straight, I gasped, "Oh my gosh! We have school , I didn't do my homework, or tell my mom I was staying at a friends house!" He grinned. "My mom took care of that. Don't worry, Kelly's been filled in." I sighed, thankful that, my mother had infact been the one to warn me about my powers. She had found out about Scott's pack, and the kitsune pack as well. 
She moved us here, partly so I would have friends, but also to get away from my "father." We don't speak of him much, and I like it that way. He was abusive. Nobody needs that in a family. Scott's family was special though. His mom and dad recently decided to marry. At first he wasn't so sure it was a good idea, but seeing as it helped his mother, he got on board. I got up, dug around in the drawer, he had specially for my clothing, grabbed a pair of jeans, and went to the closet to get my favorite white half short sleeved half tank top, collared belly tie shirt. 
I dressed quickly, brushed my teeth, put on my favorite heels, the black ones with silver studs on the heels, ;) and headed downstairs to greet not only Melissa but also Agent McCall. I felt a bit awkward, but Melissa, put her hand on Mr.McCalls arm. "He keeps a drawer for her and half of his closet, in case she stays over." He opened his mouth again, "I trust them, don't worry hon." She chuckled, winked at me and handed me some money. "What's this?" I asked handing it back. "Money for lunch, it's the least I can do for saving Scott... Again." 
I laughed, "But you already have repaid me. You let me sleep here, eat here, hang out here, hell you even let me date your son." This time it was me who winked and they both laughed. Scott came bounding down the stairs. Mmm even that looks sexy when he does it. "Morning Mom, Dad." He kissed Melissa's cheek, hugged his dad, kissed my cheek and pulled me out the door. We waited for the bus, as it pulled onto our road, "What were you all laughing at?" He asked. "I don't know why you ask that. You always end up having heard it anyways." I giggled poking him. "Ouch! And yeah, I did hear it, I just wanted to see if you were catching on yet." I shook my head, and then walked onto the bus.

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Stiles, frantically waved Tamara and Scott over to the seat in front of us, and they kneeled down, facing us over the top. "Hey guys!" Stiles said energetically. "Hey man." Scott said tilting his head. "Rae? How much candy did he eat today?" I sighed, shaking my head. "Wasn't candy this time... It was CoaCoa Puffs.." Tamara covered her grin, Scott moaned, and Stiles gave me a cheeky grin, that made my insides churn. It was all I could do to stop thinking about how adorable his kids will be someday. I don't know what's gotten into me but thats all I can think about. I think it was time to tell Tamara... 
The bus ride to school was short, and pretty soon we were all pouring into homeroom. "I think I know who kidnapped us. At least I have a gender, age, and first name." Stiles whispered to Scott, who always sits in front of or beside him. Scott spun around making eye contact, I nodded and he looked at Stiles. "Mr.McCall? Is there something you wish to share with the class?" Ms.Martin asked. Lydia groaned slightly and put her head down on the table. He shook his head turning around. I spoke quietly, and made sure he could hear me. "Scott, if you can hear me, tap your foot twice." His foot tapped, and Stiles caught on. "Ok, so we know its a female, she's late 30's early 40's, and her name is Myrna. But thats it." I looked at Stiles who nodded at me. "She also may be a... a, a creature. We don't know yet, but Deaton and Sheriff have some evidence of something fishy going on...." Scott shifted, tilting his head. He tapped the desk nervously and I knew we were about to get drilled the second this class let out.

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"So you're positive this is the person?" Scott asked Lydia. I looked over at her, then at Rae and Stiles, and back at Lydia. "Yes, Scott. There are only three Myrna's in Beacon Hills, and one was a witch that died about 200 years ago. The other moved last year. And yes she's in her late 30's. 37, to be exact. Also, neighbors have said on full moon nights, they've heard screaming or hollering coming from indoors, but when they knocked or called the cops, nothing was wrong." "Hmm... A freak show in freak town. Why am I NOT surprised?" Stiles retorted, Rae punched his arm. "Ow! Remember I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and bones. Sarcasm is my only defense!" (Taken from Teen Wolf Season 2, Stiles Stilinski) 
She shook her head and shushed him. The bell rang as it was time for A&P. Fun. Senior year is supposed to be full of fun, and memories. I mean yeah we're making memories, but not ones we can put into the yearbook.

DooDoDOO

I kicked at the dirt, sniffling. My dress was dragging on the ground, and I yanked it up. "Stupid Stiles. Stupid Lydia. Stupid Scott, Stupid Beacon Hills!" I gasped, tripping over a rock, falling flat on my face. "Ow..." I got up and spotted a swingset, moving over to it. I began swinging.
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"What do you mean she ran out?" Scott stared mouth wide open at Stiles. "Exactly what I said! She. Ran. Out. Right before I gave it to her." "So she ran out." Stiles groaned, "No dumbass she grew 4 wings and a beak, and soared out of the room like a graceful unicorn." I giggled, but stopped. "So Rae is out there, in her prom dress, crying. Why?" I asked Stiles, leaning forwards on the table. "Lydia, told her that she was second choice, because of my lifetime crush on her. Rae, well, she doesn't like being called trash." 
Scott tilted his head. "She told her that? Why would Lydia say that?" Lydia came up behind us. "Remeber that choking sound only I can hear? That you guys got scared? Well it got louder when Rae got closer. She was going to die." "So you sent her outside, where theres water?" Stiles screeched, racing outside. Lydia froze. "What?Whats wrong? "I asked. She looked at me, eyes wide, and red rimmed. "It's still going. The sound." My heart started pouding as I kicked off my heels and chased after Scott and Stiles, holding Lydias hand to keep her close. "Tamara, what if we can't find her?" Lydia was in hysterics now. Guess thats what we get for keeping a Banshee around. "No! No no no no!" 
I stopped in my tracks. Her shoes were laying on the ground, and Stiles was freaking out. Lydia dropped, face frozen in a crying look. "It stopped... It's gone..." I began looking around, seeing a track of barefeet, running after it. "Tamara!" Scott yelled running after me. Up ahead there was a swingset, with someone slumped against the chain. "Rae! RAE!!" I screamed, running to her side. She looked at me helplessly. "I'm just a second. He didn't want me..." Stiles came running up, slipping on the dirt, grabbing her, then taking her face in his hands. "Honey, I do want you. I've always wanted you. But Lydia was a challenge, and I've know her for more years. I don't want her anymore. I only want you."

I looked into Stiles eyes. "You promise?" I whimpered. He nodded, "I promise. In fact I promise Now and Forever. I can't promise you tomorrow but I will give you forever.." He kept ranting, so I grabbed his face and kissed him. He kinda froze for a second but then recovered. "Wait, so if Rae wasn't the one that was going to die, then who was?" Tamara asked. "I'm sorry?" I said pulling away from Stiles, who again had a goofy smile on his face. "Lydia said that to piss you off, cause she thought you were going to choke on the punch." I looked at Stiles, Scott, Lydia and then back to Tamara. "So someone was going to die? It's senior prom. Can't Demitious find someone else to tourcher?" Stiles stood, walking behind me. "It's not Demitious." Thats when we heard it. Sirens. Someone had gotten hurt. 
We raced back to the school, fixing our hair before slipping on our heels, taking the guys arms and walking inside. Quinn, one of the sophmores, my sisters best friend was crying hysterically. "Quinn, what's wrong?" Stiles asked putting his hand on her arm. She swung into him, hugging him. He looked down, rubbing her back. "What happened?" 
She looked up tears pouring down her face. "Your... Your sister. Rae. It was your sister!" My vision blurred and I pushed past people. There on the floor, lay my precious Claire. I dropped, looking at her. "Claire?" I choked out. Scott grabbed me and pulled me back. He held me around my stomach as I tried to get out of his tight grip.
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I touched Rae's shoulder, waking her up. She opened her eyes, stretched and yawned. "Hey guys." She smiled at us. She had her feet curled under her in the hospital chair. "Hey baby." Stiles kissed her forehead. Scott handed her a coffee, and Lydia gave her a hug. "How is she?" I asked. Rae shrugged. "I have no idea. They won't let me in. I do know that she's alive though." Scott kneeled in front of her. "Does she have the power of a phoenix too?" I shook my head. "I don't believe so. I think I was the only one. Our mom died after her birth, we were placed in foster care, and we have no idea who our dad is. I remember glimpses of him, but thats it. I was only 2." She looked extremely tired. "Come home with me. Please. Dad and I are worried about you." Stiles had a tired look on his face. "No, I can't." He sighed, "I knew you'd say that." She gave him a glare as Sheriff Stilinski walked around the corner. "You called your dad?!" She stood up and smiled half heartedly at him. "I'm not going anywhere." John and Stiles looked at each other, and he nodded at Stiles, "I'm sorry." Stiles mumbled, walking forwards. He bent down, and picked her up over his shoulder. She gasped, and he carried her out, kicking and complaining. "We'll see you kids later." Sheriff Stilinski grinned.

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