𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ── 𝘚.𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

♡ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 ♡

♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-five

a little wicked

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

LIAM DUNBAR STOOD AT HIS LOCKER WITH HIS BOOKS CLUTCHED TO HIS CHEST AS HE LISTENED TO MASON HEWITT RAMBLE ON ABOUT SENIOR POPULARITY.

It wasn't until his locker slammed shut and the wind blew on his face did he pay attention to the pretty girl beside him. "Sup losers." Dallas greeted as she leant against the lower locker beside the Dunbar and slid her hand from his. "I saw you at tryouts today, you're pretty good for a freshman."

Liam narrowed his eyes at the brunette but the way she toyed with her hair and pursed her lips made him feel small underneath her gaze. He lifted up his arm and leant it against the cold metal just slightly above her. Mason glanced between them as he came to terms that out of everybody, a senior gave them the time of day.

"Where's your posse?" he flickered his eyes from her back to Mason. She frowned at how he hinted at Stiles and Scott - perhaps being apart of his kidnapping wasn't the best idea.

"Bit more of a lone wolf in that sense." Dallas chewed on her lower lip. "But I won't be if you came to my party tonight." she cocked her head to the side as a mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

From afar, Stiles Stilinski crossed his arms over his chest as his bag remained slung over his shoulder. "I hate this so much." he narrowed his eyes into slits. "I'm still up for throwing him in the lake."

Next to him, Scott rolled his eyes. "I know, I can smell your jealousy. It's distracting." the McCall mumbled as he sorted through his locker.

"I'm not jealous, I don't appreciate him chatting up my girlfriend, but I'm not jealous-" the boy deflected but was cut off.

"Technically, she's supposed to be chatting him up."

Stiles kept his cold stare. "That doesn't help."

Liam debated silently as he glanced to his friend - who quite obviously wanted him to say yes. "Scott isn't gonna be there, is he?"

Dallas pushed her hair over her shoulder with a knowing look. "Of course not. I have a reputation to upkeep."

"And your boyfriend?"

"What about him?" she noticed his silence and nodded along with a slight smirk. "I look forward to seeing you there, Dunbar."

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"The axe was laced with wolfsbane." Derek placed the bloodied weapon down onto his table as Peter Hale leant against it, the sickly wound in his chest barely healing as Marilyn Garcia stood afar. "I don't know the species, but I'm probably gonna have to burn it out."

The werewolf lit the lighter in front of his uncle's face as it soured. "I think I can handle a little fire."

Derek connected his eyes with Marilyn as a small scoff tugged at his lips before attaching the flame onto a blowtorch instead. "Oh, hell." he winced out as the siren stepped over to hold him down and Derek positioned the heat between his chest.

Muffled screams pierced the glass and echoed through the walls of the loft before Peter fell to the floor, exhausted and burnt before being pulled to his feet by his nephew. "What I don't understand, is why out of everyone, someone chose to go after you?" Marilyn raised a brow.

Peter glanced her way. "He wasn't, actually." he spoke sarcastically before flickering his gaze back to the werewolf. "He said he was after you."

Derek shot back to the faint description Peter had given him hours prior. How the attacker looked human - but his most human feature, specifically the mouth, was absent. "How does a guy with no mouth say anything?"

With a blank expression on his face, but a hint of fear in his tone, Peter picked up the type-writer device from the table along with his gloves. "With this."

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Many hours later, Liam Dunbar fidgeted in the car seat beside Stiles Stilinski. The last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near the guy in the first place, but considering his lack of proper transport, he was the only shot he had. With his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, Stiles quietly explained the sketchy road they were taking.

"It's Lydia Martin's lake house." he paused, ignoring the boy's twitching. "Well, technically, it's her grandmother's lake house."

"Yeah, so?" Liam silently sassed.

Clenching his jaw, Stiles glanced between him and the road. "You know, if you lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will kill you."

The younger boy rolled his eyes. "You know, saying as I was specifically invited, I don't think you should be talking to me that way." Liam challenged the senior as his tone sharpened "Your girlfriend wanted me here, not you."

Outside of her lakehouse, Lydia Martin's hands wrapped around herself while Dallas Garcia paced back and forth behind her. With Scott McCall pulling up on his motorcycle, he then pulled the helmet from his head. "I just spoke with Stiles. He's on his way."

Kira took a step forward. "We found out why Liam got kicked out of his last school." she winced as Malia rolled her eyes.

The Alpha's face fell at her soft tone. "It's gonna be bad, isn't it?"

"He kinda got into it with one of his teachers.. He's a little aggressive-"

Dallas huffed at her softness. "He's got anger issues, Scott." she stared down at her phone as Derek Hale attempted to call her. Again. Pressing the red icon and ignoring it, she shoved it in her back pocket and glanced up. "Serious anger issues."

"How serious?"

"Crowbar-to-the-car-serious."

As the pack gathered inside, Stiles' jeep finally arrived at the Martin Residence and both the boys clambered out of the car. "Where is everyone?" Liam glared at the boy as he took notice of the empty surroundings.

Stiles didn't pay much attention and continued making his way to the door. "Inside."

"Thought everyone was coming to this party?" Liam questioned once again.

With a flat tone, Stiles whipped his head to Liam. "Looks like everyone's a little late."

As soon as the door opened, the awkward grinning face of Scott McCall and his many friends stared back. Pushing his back against the wood of the door, Stiles shook his head as he attempted to walk out. "Nope."

Liam dropped his hands to his sides with an exasperated look. "What the hell is this?"

Stiles spoke over the group. "Think of it like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam."

Scott butted in. "And we're the only ones that can help."

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"Has Dallas destroyed her phone or something?" Derek huffed as he pushed his phone back into his pocket as the Hale approached the police station. Marilyn sat next to him in the car with her usual sunglasses sat on her face.

"Not the last time I checked, no." she sighed. "Don't sweat it. She's ignoring me too."

Derek took a step out of the car and mumbled under his breath. "I don't blame her for that, though." he slammed the car door shut and watched as she sank in her seat.

In a way, he was right. Dallas had all the right in the world to be upset with her. However, a minuscule part of her hoped that sharing the buried secret of her sisters would possibly bring them together. However, it only seemed to set them further apart.

Marilyn wondered if Sybil knew of Dallie's existence, and if she ever did, would she ever endanger her?

After all, life wasn't built for women like them. It was a kill-or-be-killed existence and even if it was due to unfortunate circumstances, wouldn't it hurt a little less to have someone to share that burden with?

Derek would never fully understand Dallas. No matter how much he tried. Neither would James, or Peter, or Stiles - hell, neither would some of her closest friends.

Being a werewolf was hell. The rankings, the packs, the hunters, all of it. Marilyn didn't doubt that for a second. They suffered just as much as she would.

Yet, there was a certain stigma surrounding sirens that Marilyn always wanted to protect her daughter from. A Siren's main purpose was to be a tool of destruction and nothing more. Werewolves were always seen as people beyond their claws. Whereas Sirens didn't have that privilege.

Marilyn knew that all too well.

Inside the station, Sheriff Stilinski picked up the peculiar device and glanced towards Derek. "I still don't get how this guy has no mouth." he furrowed his brows. "I mean, how can he eat?"

Derek lifted his head blankly. "Peter didn't get the chance to ask." he mocked. "He was fighting him off with a tomahawk buried in his chest."

"Yeah, and who runs around with a tomahawk?"

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With his arms folded in front of his chest, Liam Dunbar named the supernatural counterparts of the pack that stood in front of him. "..Werewolf?" he pointed to Scott who nodded. He then flickered his eyes to Malia who gave him an unimpressed look. "Werecoyote." she nodded. He then pointed to Lydia. "Banshee?"

Liam turned to Kira. "Fox?"

"Kitsune." She grinned. "But fox works."

He then glanced to Dallas who gave him a bored look. ".. And Siren?" he spoke with wide eyes. "Like, you eat people?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, you do something once and it's all you're known for." she tore her eyes away from the pack and instead fixated them onto her nails.

The boy took a step back and instead directed his look to Stiles who didn't seem to like him that much. "What are you?"

He swallowed hard. "Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit." he connected eyes with Dallas from the back of the room who avoided his look. "It was very evil."

"What are you now?"

Stiles stumbled over his words. "Better?.." he furrowed his eyebrows.

Liam then nodded to the chains on the table. "Those for me?"

Malia narrowed her eyes. "No, they're for me." her eyes fell an icy blue was her were-coyote side poured through.

The mere sight alone made the boy's stance buckle. "How.. how did you do that?"

Scott held a mentor-like expression on his face as he stood in front. "You'll learn." he stepped forward. "But first, you need to get through the full moon."

"The moon's already out." his heart thumped loud over his words.

The vision of the pack slowly blurred as Scott raised a brow. "And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?"

The aggression clawed up his throat. "I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs."

Dallas scrunched up her face. "Rude."

"You guys are out of your freaking minds!" his calm tone soon turned into loud yelling as his grasp on his emotions loosened. "I don't know how you did that eye thing, and I don't care."

He took heavy steps backwards. "I'm walking out the door right now!" Liam hissed, "If any of you try and stop me, I swear to god, I'm gonna.." he cut himself off as a sharp pain stung his head while he threw both hands on its side. Heavy panting escaped his lips as the room spun around him while the pack watched helplessly.

"What's wrong, Liam?"

As headlights poured through the glass windows, Scott knelt before the young werewolf.

"Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia murmured as he nodded.

"My friend Mason." he spoke through hisses. "You said it was a party!"

Dallas pushed the blinds past the window and watched as the incoming cars sped down the street. "Who did Mason invite?"

"Everyone."

As Scott and Kira scrambled to take Liam to the boathouse, Malia Tate let out a cluster of howls which caused Stiles and Lydia to aid her too. Dallas wrapped her arms comfortingly around herself. What she didn't expect, however, was her skin to feel rather rough underneath her shirt.

Taking a glance at the skin underneath her shirt, the daunting sickly green scales that taunted her life so bad stared back. "Oh, fuck. Not now." she whimpered silently as her friends had much more pressing matters to deal with. The girl pulled out the pill bottle she relied on for her insatiable hunger, but as she tipped it, no pill came. Just the empty whiteness mocking her existence. The bottle crumpled underneath her strength as her breaths and pacing became quicker.

Dallas found herself in a predicament. There was nobody there to help her. Not in the way they could help Liam or Malia.

She'd have to do what she always did. Handle things herself.

But being a maneater surrounded by, well, men, that proved itself harder. Perhaps she needed the help. Perhaps, she needed her mother.

The thought made her sick. But so did the reflection of her white eyes in the window.

She took her phone out of her pocket and slid her thumb towards the words she'd grown to despise in later years. The ringing made her bones shake but the thrilling silence didn't last for very long until the soft voice entered her ears. One that used to comfort her so.

"Hello?"

"Mom?" Dallas swallowed hard as she watched the blood circulate through her scales and rise from her dewy skin. "I think need your help."

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