Afterlife {Stiles Stilinski Book One}

Chapter 20

"Aw that's so adorable. You better be talking about us or I'll kick your adorable ass." I threaten. "You have mentioned my ass several times today Lia. I feel like you're just with me for my good looks." Stiles states fake being hurt. "Your good looks may cause you to have a good time many many times. Several times in a row, in several different positions." I quote him. "You heard that huh?" Stiles asks. "Yeah I did." I confirm.

Stiles then takes a Reese's out of his bag and hands it to me. "Wow taking me ice skating and giving me my favorite candy you really do want to get lucky." I state. "Possibly." Stiles replies. "I know you're the guy and all but I have urges too. Being a vampire kicks all of them up to 100. So trust me when I say I want to just as bad as you. I just want it to be special." I admit. "Us being together would be special enough for me, but take all of the time you need." Stiles says.

Lydia got sick of us, so she went out on the ice. "I'm going to out skate the hell out of you Stilinski." I state. "We'll see about that." Stiles replies. When we make it out to the rink I grab Stiles' hand. I was trying to show off while still maintaining my grip on Stiles' hand. I have no idea how the hell this happened, but my skate hooked on with his and he fell on top of me. "Looks like I fell for you." Stiles jokes. "If you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask." I retort. "You are going to be the death of me." Stiles states.

We both get back up in time to see Scott face plant into the glass. Scott and Allison then go into the photobooth. "It's gonna trigger his eyes. You remember Derek's mugshot?" I question. "Does the flash trigger your eyes?" Stiles asks. "No. I guess I just got lucky with that one." I state. "Good because we're going in after them." Stiles says. "Need some visuals to accompany you and your hand?" I joke. "You know you just ruined a perfectly romantic gesture with your filthy mind." Stiles says. I give him a wink.

Lydia then starts screaming bloody murder. I then try to comfort her, she screaming at nothing. Lydia must be hallucinating. We leave immediately after, never acknowledging what happened moments before. Allison drives Lydia home, and Stiles drives Scott and I back. "Are you sure you can't stay?" I question. "Yes. My dad will kill me if I don't come home alone. Not that he doesn't love you, but-" Stiles rambles but I cut him off with a kiss. "I understand completely. Your dad wants to spend time with his son. I can't blame him, you are pretty hard to share." I state.

The next day Scott confronts Erica about who Derek is gonna turn next. He can't get anything out of her. It looks like Scott had a fight with Allison because she storms out of the lunchroom. "Do you see that?" Stiles asks. "What it's an empty table." Scott answers. "Yeah but whose empty table?" Stiles questions. "Boyd." I state.

"And if he's not at home, you call me, got it? What?" Scott questions. Stiles is giving me one of his signature hesitation looks. "Maybe we should let him. Boyd you know man? Scott said that Derek's giving them a choice right? You gotta admit Erica looks pretty good. The word sensational comes to mind." Stiles states. "Not like your girlfriend is standing right next to you or anything. How good is she gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" I sass. "Don't get jealous you know you're gorgeous. All I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." Stiles says.

"They are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible." Scott argues. "Alright, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you." Stiles states. "Shut up." Scott replies. "No seriously. Do you wanna try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels. You'd be okay with that right Lia?" Stiles jokes. "Only if I get to watch." I retort. At that point Scott walks away.

"But seriously, anything happens you call me. I'll be right there ready to kick ass." I state. "Yes I know, I'll be safe Catwoman." Stiles assures. "I love you Batman." I say. "I love you too." Stiles replies. Scott and I make our way to the ice rink. "Boyd. We just wanna talk. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on full moons, I mean everything." Scott asks. "He told me about the hunters." Boyd replies. "And that's not enough for you to say no?" I question.

"Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it." Scott says. "I just want to not each lunch alone every day." Boyd states. "If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek." Scott argues. "That really hurts Scott. I mean if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica how's life been for you since we met?" Derek questions. "In one word, transformative." Erica answers. "Isaac?" Derek asks. "Well I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I'm great." Isaac states.

"Okay hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight." I say hoping Scott would catch on. "Then go home Lia." Derek replies. "She meant fair for them." Scott states. Scott lunges towards Isaac and I go for Erica. "Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you. He's adding to his own power okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!" Scott yells.

I kick Erica in the stomach sending her towards the ground. "Shouldn't you have gotten that call from Stiles by now?" Erica taunts. "What the hell did you do to him?" I question letting my anger get the best of me. "We had a little chat. He might wake up with a slight concussion." Erica states. I repeatedly punch her into unconsciousness. My knuckles are covered in blood. I was too caught up with Erica to notice that Derek and Scott had started fighting.

Derek was winning by a landslide. I throw Derek off of Scott. "Do you really want to fight me Derek. I already have to wash your beta's blood off my hands, I don't mind adding yours. We stop here, and I walk out with Scott. That's the best you're gonna get." I state. I pick Scott up and put him in my car. "You're gonna be okay right? I need to find Stiles." I say. "I'll heal." Scott replies.

I go in through Stiles' window and wash the blood off of my hands. I wait on his bed for 10 minutes until Stiles walks through the door. "Are you okay?" I question pulling him into a hug. "Yeah I'm fine. My Jeep isn't but that's a long story." Stiles states. "Your head is bleeding." I point out. "Yeah Erica hit me in the head with a part of my Jeep. I woke up in a dumpster." Stiles explains. "You could have a concussion. Let me heal you." I say biting my wrist. He gladly accepts it.

"That never ceases to amaze me. You never cease to amaze me." Stiles states. "I avenged you today. We got into a fight at the ice rink, and let's just say that if Erica wasn't able to heal, her face would be unrecognizable." I say. "I don't know whether to be flattered or scared." Stiles jokes. "A little bit of both." I suggest. He kisses me, not long after the kiss becomes heated. I reluctantly break the kiss. "As much as I would love to do more of this, you were in a dumpster before this and my heightened senses aren't really liking it. Please go shower." I beg.