duodécima luna. [a stiles fanfic]

veintiuno.

"Well ain't that fucking dandy." Violeta ran a hand through her hair.

"What was that?" Scott asked again, still clutching his chest, the area above his heart. "What did you do to me?"

"I showed you that you know shit all and should shut the fuck up and stop pretending like you know shit."

He didn't know what to make of that. He stared after her as she walked off. His chest still hurt, apparently this pain she 'showed' him not able to heal quicker due to him being a werewolf. He picked himself up off the ground and took a chance. Calling out after her, Scott said, "Lydia didn't show up yesterday!" He watched as his words made her stop. Taking this as initiative, he added, "She said it felt wrong!"

She turned her head slightly and Scott closed the gap between them. He had in his pockets the pills and the ash. "Look, please, I need your help. I can't go to anyone else about this. I think I know what Gerard wants." Pulling them out, Violeta looked down at the items in his hands and immediately put two and two together. Scott was mildly impressed but then again, this was Violeta Rodriguez. He knew it, both him himself and the werewolf inside, he knew that only one person - only one being - could finally fix everything, could bring it all to peace once more.

Even if there was an internal storm brewing inside herself because one human boy was too stupid to see what everyone else could sense.

-

"... I know you're not a big fan of her since her and Stiles were supposed to—"

"Hold up, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Allison Argent stuttered on the end of the line. "I, uh, I saw you run out of school when you found out."

"And you really think it's because of a boy... let alone Stiles."

"I thought you guys were close." Violeta stopped, 'me too' she thought. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, something she'd apparently been doing a lot of lately. "Look, it doesn't matter. She's suffered a lot and I feel bad. We feel bad. Do you think, uh..."

"That I could call people I know so that they could go to Lydia Martin's party so it would actually be a party and she can feel happy?"

"Yes." She had the good sense to be sheepish.

Violeta had only answered the call because it was Allison and her mother was dying. A fact she apparently wasn't aware of since when she answered Argent's call, she was chipper and happy and at a party instead of by her mother's side. Of course, it wasn't Violeta's place to tell her and she had attempted even asking, 'Shouldn't you spend more time with your family? You know it's Spring Break, don't you want to relax?' to which Allison had laughed at and the latina knew there was no use.

"Fine." Violeta relented. "Only for you Argent. And if Lydia makes any bitchy comment I won't promise that I won't punch her in the face."

"Awesome!" Allison said. "She said she'll do it... what? Yeah I think she's coming." She said to someone else, her voice sounding a little far from the phone. She then came back with, "Stiles wants to talk to you."

Violeta ended the call.

Then the guilt seeped in.

With a sigh, she opened up a new message to Allison and said she'll speak to him at the party. Yes, she had avoided a few of Stiles' messages and the one call he had for her. She couldn't do it, though. Not yet. She wasn't strong enough for that.

Looking down at her arm, she her thumb down the sword and once again watched the lines morph and reveal the name to her.

Mieczyslaw.