Changing Patterns

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Besides the off topic point I've already ordered the ply wood, dry wall, and sound proofing foam from Home Depot back in town. It should be ready for pick up tomorrow. Today I plan on preparing to remake his wall and patch up the paint. Starting with removing the dry wall board that had been destroyed and measuring out the 2 by 4 wood bases in the inside of the wall so that I know how much to cut off and use to repair the walls base and studs.

With that plan in mind I head upstairs with my tool bag after being sure Stiles's was in the library. Contradictory to what I like Peter had been with him. Seemingly annoying stiles as he's the only type of person who can do so. Honestly I feel thankful to Stiles's broken wall. It gives me time to think, allows me to go over what I know and figure out what I don't. One thing specifically bothering me is Allison. I'd figured she got bit, although you need blood transition to turn she seems to be becoming a vampire anyways. Which is terrifying and horrible.

Another is Erica. She's missing, after the battle with the vampire fuckers I lost it, charging into the woods, smashing trees, I ended up at the nematon. As much as I hate the place, the tree seemed to calm me down, relax me as I thought over. The damned thing had to remind me of stiles, I wasn't even thinking about him until I got there, by the time I scented my way back he'd been moved to the couch and Deaton was looking over him. After the vet finished he said he just needed rest. So I'd taken stiles up to my room.

My arms flex under the white-ish gray tank top I wear as I pull at the drywall. Ripping the section off with ease i breach the wall over my knee and toss it aside. I forgot, his white board thing. I'll replace that, I'll just have to figure out what it was called, or what version it was. Speaking of stiles, I tone in my ears as I move back to working on the wall, pulling off small remaining pieces and taking out the nails and staples that are visible. My ears are quick to catch onto Stiles's voice.

"Peter. Please leave me alone.." I smirk at the sound of him being annoyed. It's not me but doing so, but it's an accomplishment at best.

"I can't tell. Did you listen to me, or did you make things worse." Peter responds making my lips curl downwards. What?

"I think listening to you would make things worse. In any and all ways." Stiles groans back.

"Tsk tsk tsk. But I am right about this. Your not good for Derek. Your weak, and distracting- hell I should know."

"Pedophile." Stiles snapped with a clear hint of joy, when did I get so good at understanding his voice.

"I had a wife, and child." Peter growled, from why I hear I think he gripped onto stiles in some way. My head turns to the doorway.

"I really don't get that. If I knew them I probably would've like them." Stiles answered, my eyes pinched shut in anger and sadness, I understood both of them in this situation.

"Most definitely." Peter answer with a soft voice that made my eyes snap open. "My wife was sweet and peaceful. And my little boy was gentle and a little chaotic." If I saw him he'd be grinning right know.

"... the sound lovely. But Peter please- leave me alo-" stiles is cut off.

"I meant what I said. I told you to stay away from him." Peter sounds like he's grinning again.

Is this why stiles wants to get away from me. "As if I'd listen to you. You're annoying in so many different ways it's unbearable." Maybe not.

"What happens when there's another fight and Derek's to focused on you to realize he's getting stabbed in the back and killed."

"Stop." My hands twitch.

"What if he's drowning in a fight, or protecting you he can't help the others and someone dies. Much like Erica probably is."

"Peter." Stiles warms. His voice more shaky as I listen my fists ball up.

"Or maybe it'll be the fact that you don't know how to listen and get yourself in trouble that worries him too much to pay attention to his surrounding. What if that leads to an attack we could've predicted."

"Enough.." Stiles's voice is slightly louder know. "Stop it."

"There's the asshole I'm looking for. The pink eyed asshole who's got Derek so wrapped around his finger he's probably going to be the reason Derek dies-"

"Enough!" My ears max and they ring after Stiles's last word, I ca. only imagine Peter at this moment, my hands up over my ears and I grunt as I fall to a knee. My head bowed and teeth gritted before a pair of soft hands land on my own.

"What's wrong? Derek talk to me!" Allison almost yells as he raises my head to look me in the eyes. Her own seem darker, more colored, almost golden around the center.

I catch her lean back and swallow, eyes fixed on my neck as she tries her best to be normal. "Fine, hey. Look me in the eye. Don't think about it." I start snappy and end softly. Her eyes are confused a moment, jumping up with fists for hands after she caught on.

"Y-you, but-!"

"Don't freak out. We'll figure it out. For know. You need to tell the pack."Allison swallows again and looks to her feet.

"How?" She scoffs. "Hey guys; by the way I was bit and know I'm a bloodsucker like the ones attacking us."

"So Derek was right." Stiles spoke from the stairs. Myself leaning out of the doorframe to look at him as Allison twists her head to stare at the human in worried disbelief.

"Y-yes... I'm so sorry I didn't say anything! I'm sorry this happened, I could've-" stiles hugged Allison immediately. The woman hushing herself with silent tears as she burrowed her head into his shoulder.

"It's okay.. you could've told me..." stiles answered as he pushed back still holding her upper arms. I cross my arms over my chest and watch the two from just inside Stiles's room. To which he looked at me, the wall, and around the room.

"The uh- the guy canceled so I thought you'd want your room fixed up as quick as possible." I looked down to avoid Stiles's eyes, Allison seeming to find that weird with a quirk of her brow.

"Oh.. thanks." Stiles looks away as well, ducking his head as his heart quickens with all embarrassment, worry, and anger spike in his scent. I look up and am met with nothing. "I'm gonna go take a nap." Stiles said calmly.

"Alright, sleep well." The once crying woman recovers quickly to offer sweet words and send off the know only human of our pack. With that moment he left myself and Allison in the hall, reaching the end, my room, and disappearing.

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