TREACHEROUS 🪐 STILES STILINSKI {2}

CHAPTER ONE

Stiles lets out a sigh looking at the two girls next to him. "It's not so bad."

"I'm quite literally not built for this weather."

"I still don't like the plan." Lydia purses her lips from next to her.

"I thought we agreed on no more pessimism."

Venus shakes her head at the boy. "Still not the best plan."

She pulls her denim jacket tighter around her as they start to make their way down a dimly lit alley, Stiles walking behind the two girls. The two brunettes stand by as Lydia begins to converse with the men in front of the door in Spanish. When one of them shakes his head at them, Stiles pulls out a card from his pocket showing it to them then showing it to the camera above the door.

They stand for a second before the door clicks open, the two men letting them through. The teens find themselves in another dim area, this time a crimson painted hallway. The door locks behind them, making them jump as Lydia turns to Stiles with an 'I-told-you-so' look.

"Don't give me that look." Stiles sighs. "The door was locked before they let us in too!"

The boy continues leading them down the hallway, pushing open the door at the end and immersing them into the party.

"Never would've pegged Araya to be a nightclub owner." Venus mumbles to her two friends as Lydia leads them further inside and towards the bar. The bartender instantly places three shot glasses in front of them, but before Stiles could reach into his pocket to pay for them, a tall man places his large hands on his shoulder.

"On the house." he grumbles. "Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."

"We didn't come to drink."  Lydia reaches into her pocket, pulling out the Calaveras marked bullet and placing it into her shot glass. Venus could feel the man behind them tense before he starts leading them away.

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"The Beacon Hills Dryad." Arayas thick accent sound through the room as the group is lead inside.

"It is nice to finally put a face to the name, Araya." the girl retorts, sitting down between her two friends on the chairs in front of the old woman.

She tightens her grip on the knife she was holding, pulling harder onto the thread she was ripping. "Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of the youth. This kind especially, it has a savage energy."

"As interesting as your music taste is, that's not what we're here for." Venus smiles at the woman.

"We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia informs the woman, crossing her hands on the table in front of them.

"Is that so?"

"We know you have him." Araya doesn't seem fazed. "We've heard you can be bought."

Stiles reaches into his pocket, slamming down the money and separating the five wads on the table for the woman to see.

"That's fifty thousand for Derek." he explains, settling further into his chair.

"Now." Araya sets down her knife, leaning forward to look at the,. "Where does a teenage boy get money like this? Japanese mafia?"

The hunters surrounding the room cock their guns, looking at the teens threateningly. "Not smart to come alone."

"What makes you think we came alone?"

The statement immediately makes Araya jump from her chair, squinting her eyes at the three teenagers. "You brought a wolf into my home?"

"We brought an alpha."

"My friends." the woman sighs, moving around the chair. "I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is?"

"The part of the lunar phase when the moon is least visible in the sky." Lydia replies, her voice timid.

"But do you know its meaning?"

"Some people say it's a time of reflection or grief."

"Grief and loss, mija." the middle in the room instantly changed as they realise she was referring to Allison and Aiden. "I wonder why when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale."

Stiles look at the woman, unsure of where she was going with this conversation. "Cause we don't like to lose."

Severos walkie talkie starts going off, one of the other men speaking through it in Spanish. Venus quickly deducted they were guards, checking for their friends. Two of them stated their areas were clear, while the third doesn't reply.

"Stiles." Scotts voice comes through this time. "Take ten off the table." Araya seemed somewhat impressed as she watches Stiles pull one of the wads off the table.

"Maybe you should just take the deal."

"While I am keen to follow the warning of a Banshee, I'm going to have to decline."

"Okay, just tell us where Derek is." Venus tries, already tired of this conversation.

"You don't want him anyway." Stiles adds. "Haven't you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humor, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money."

The woman doesn't seem to care much anymore as she picks up her walkie. "Severo. Show them how the Calaveras negotiate."