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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Malia_Tate/Kira_Yukimura, Peter_Hale/Kira_Yukimura, Peter_Hale/Malia
      Tate, Allison/Stiles_(pack_bonding)
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Kira_Yukimura, Malia_Tate, Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale, Noshiko
      Yukimura, Allison_Argent, Erica_Reyes, Isaac_Lahey, Stiles_Stilinski,
      Vernon_Boyd, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Sexual_Content, Sexual_Abuse, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Mental
      Coercion, Mind_Manipulation, Manipulation, Forced_Pregnancy, Parent/Child
      Incest, Torture, male-male_rape, Werewolf_Stiles_Stilinski, Memory
      Alteration, Alpha!Peter, Werewolf_Allison
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Wolf
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-28 Completed: 2015-09-26 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 52811
****** The Wolf Beckons ******
by TweakerWolf_(Frostbyte)
Summary
     Part two of The Wolf series, takes place almost immediately after The
     Wolf Hunts. Peter and Malia manipulate Kira into Peter's arms while
     the Pack does everything they can to stop him.
***** The Fox Cries *****
Chapter Summary
     Kira "dreams" of Peter and Malia makes things worse.
Chapter Notes
     Alright, Evil!Peter is back! This fic takes place almost immediately
     after The Wolf Hunts. This fic won't have AS MUCH violence but it
     will still have some graphic torture and rape/non-con elements.
     Although if you've read the first fic then I'm sure you can make it
     through this one too. This one deals with a lot more mental
     manipulation on both Peter's and Malia's part. We're delving into the
     Peter/Malia relationship more so I can't wait to explore that =D
     also, more of the Pack will be mentioned, everyone is alive! I'm not
     too worried about timeline stuff concerning the Pack since, well
     everything's always been screwed around with Peter being absent from
     Season 2 onwards so don't dwell on that too much XD I'm trying not
     too.
     Also, since this is focusing on Peter's Bond with Kira, I'll be able
     to explain all of that in more detail. I know I did an A/N at the end
     of my The Wolf Hunts fic but I always feel like I need to explain
     things in more detail. This fic will allow me to do that =D I hope
     you all enjoy this twisted fic as much as the last one =D I'm really
     enjoying writing Evil!Peter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Kira was tucked under Malia's arm as they left the hospital, eyes downcast. The
past 4 days had been completely awful- everyone had stopped by, doctors,
police, the Pack. Oh god the Pack, and her parents! Completely unbearable,
total nightmare; as horrible as she felt about the whole thing, seeing her
parents' faces was almost too much after everything else. But Malia was by her
side through it all, snarling at anyone who tried to separate them, Human or
not. But now they were leaving, she'd be going home, where she was safe.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault…" Kira murmured as they climbed into the back
of the car.
Malia shook her head, "No, it isn't. You've said that every day since we
escaped and I'm still telling you, it wasn't. It was just… bad circumstances.
We're alive and we're okay. We'll get through this, one day at a time."
Kira nodded, not really sure how she'd ever get better but she didn't want to
argue either, not with Malia. Especially not about getting better, not when
Malia was trying so hard to stay positive. During the ride, Kira thought back
to when they'd arrived at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, after the doctors and
nurses had finally finished looking them over- when the Pack had shown up.
Scott had been quick to cut his own trip short, her mom calling him the minute
they'd failed to check in that night. Plus, the belated information of a serial
killer in the area finally popped up on the news. That was enough to warrant a
call to the Alpha, even though they had all deserved a break from the danger.
He walked into the room, mouth open, asking if they were okay but then the
smell hit him. The overwhelming scent of Peter assaulting his sense of smell,
catching him by complete surprise.
"Peter?!" he choked out, just as Derek came into the room.
A growl rose from the former Alpha as his eyes started to glow; Peter was
challenging them. "Are the nurses done with you?"
Both of them nodded, Kira from the bed and Malia from the chair.
"Shower, go."
Kira whimpered and closed her eyes, curling up as much as her wounds would
allow (she couldn't heal quickly, not since the doctors had catalogued all of
their injuries). As much as she wanted to be out of here and buried under her
covers at home, she had to heal more naturally so no one got suspicious.
Malia gripped her girlfriend's hand, "We can't, the bandages… They washed our
cuts but they didn't… they don't have noses like us so they didn't let us take
a full shower before they patched us up."
"I can't… I'm sorry," Derek growled out, hurrying from the room. It had been
too much when they'd realized Peter had resurrected himself and left the area,
no one had known what he was planning. Then they got wind of the bodies turning
up, signs of Werewolf slashes- Derek knew it had to be his uncle. More and more
bodies were cropping up, the media getting wind of the DNA samples left behind,
connecting all of the victims, Peter was having fun. And now he was back...
Derek had known that he'd come back to Beacon Hills, once he'd gained power,
but he hadn't expected him to assault two new members of their Pack. He thought
Peter would come straight for him, or Scott maybe; Peter had no reason to want
revenge on Kira or Malia. Even if it was a surprise attack, he knew that is
wasn't a coincidence that Peter had 'stumbled across' them in the woods. He
must be keeping tabs on them somehow, was it Lydia? God he'd hate to be the one
to bring all those memories up again...As he stumbled into the open air of the
parking lot, he let out a loud roar.
Allison was the one that finally came forward, softly rubbing circles on Kira's
back; it was the sight of them that had made her pause. She was so used to
everyone around her healing, showing no signs of the trauma. But Malia was
hunched over, broken ribs and tore up back slowly healing. The side of Kira's
face was swollen, blue and purple coloring her jaw and cheek. It was all so
surreal to have something this awful happen to her friends, her Pack. Not even
Stiles had been this tore up during all their misadventures in the last couple
of years. Moments later they all jumped as Derek's roar of frustration carried
all the way from the parking lot. He was in pain for his Packmates, hurt that
even after they'd done everything to kill him, Peter was still haunting them,
hurting them. His howling was a show of pain, but also a warning- if Peter was
within hearing distance, he'd better run.
Malia looked up, worried that he'd hunt Peter down now, not wait for the rest
of the Pack. She saw that Scott's eyes were red, waves of frustration and anger
rolling off of him. Did Peter know they'd get this pissed off? It seemed like
he was taking a big risk, but she knew how important this was. Hopefully he'd
stay safe.
"Peter will pay for this, I swear… The others want to come in and see you, is
that okay? I should check on Derek," Scott mumbled.
"Yea, I guess, I mean, we're Pack…" Kira whispered.
With that, Scott nodded and left the room, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd piling in.
Immediately Erica cried out, hurrying forward and pulling Malia into a hug,
rubbing their cheeks together.
"You might not be able to shower, but I will not let you go to sleep smelling
like that! You're Pack, always, I'll help you smell like Pack," she sobbed. Of
course she noticed the Coyote stiffen at her touch, "Sorry, too rough? I didn't
mean to hurt you…"
"No, just um, surprised, I'm still the newbie..." Malia replied. She wanted to
smell like Peter, wanted Kira to smell like Peter. But she couldn't deny Erica
either, not without it being strange; she let her Packmate lightly scent her.
Before long, the two boys came up, touching her as well as Kira on the bed,
reaffirming their Pack ties. Even Allison made sure to lightly touch them every
few minutes, tying her scent to theirs.
Kira was jogged back to the present when her mom parked in the driveway, car
coming to a stop. It was good to be home, now she can surround herself with
familiar scents and routines. Hopefully by the time she was feeling up to going
back to school, the other kids wouldn't be too interested in the gossip of what
had happened to them. But one of the good things about finally being released
was that she could let her body heal now. If only her mind could though, if she
could wipe her mind of the memories…
"Come on, did you want to eat lunch, or maybe rest first?" Malia asked, helping
Kira to the door.
"Sleep, I'm not super hungry. We can have dinner or something but no lunch.
Breakfast isn't really sitting well with me anyways. I'm glad I don't smell
like Peter still, but now I'm ready to not smell like hospital anymore either."
The two of them went upstairs and Kira dropped her bag, carefully sitting on
the bed, letting her body heal before lying back.
"Feels so good to not have a broken rib anymore," Malia whispered, her own
injuries healed now as well. She shed her jacket and boots, crawling under the
covers, "Well come here, you were the one who wanted a nap. At least now we can
actually cuddle, those hospital beds were awful…"
"Yea, definitely a plus," she agreed, kicking off her tennis shoes and curling
up next to Malia. "Thanks for not leaving me alone. I know you raised a really
big stink about us being in the same room and having to be there during the
whole, examination and the tests. Even though everyone at the hospital was real
gentle and I had all lady nurses and doctors… I didn't really want to be alone
with strangers."
Malia nodded, hugging the smaller girl closer, "I wasn't about to just let them
take you out of my sight. Not after all that. But we're home now, with Pack,
we're safe."
"Yea, safe…" Kira sighed and closed her eyes.
It didn't take long for both girls to fall asleep, neither of them bothering
with the sedatives the doctor had given them. Their metabolisms worked through
the medicine so fast that it didn't really help to calm them down and keep away
the nightmares. Today the nightmare started off different than usual; this time
she wasn't back in the cabin, listening to Malia beg. Instead, she heard
someone calling her name, softly at first. As the voice got louder, she
recognized it as Peter, Peter was calling her name and it sounded so real.
Instantly she sat up in bed, sucking in a deep breath- everything was okay, she
was at her house. Kira turned to check on Malia, hoping she hadn't woken her
but she was in bed alone.
"Malia?" How had she gotten out of bed without rousing Kira? They had been
curled up pretty close, and it wasn't like Malia to just leave her alone.
"She isn't here," a voice said.
Slowly Kira turned, blood like ice in her veins, Peter? Here? He wouldn't risk
that, would he? But there he was, leaning against her closet door, smirk on his
face. She cried out and scrambled away from him, pressing up against the wall.
"Mom! Call the cops- P-Peter's here!"
Peter pushed away from the door, taking a few steps towards her, "I don't think
you understand Sweetness, it's just us here."
"Did you hurt my parents? Where is Malia? What did you do to them?!" she yelled
out, unable to control the volume of her voice as her fear took over.
"I didn't do anything, they just aren't here. I didn't want to be interrupted,
I felt like we deserved to have a private conversation," he answered, standing
right at the edge of the bed. Kira squeezed her eyes shut as he climbed onto
it, kneeling in front of her. "I'm disappointed, you tried to wash away my
scent. Didn't I tell you, you belong to me now."
"I don't belong to anyone! Get out of my room!" Kira snarled, having had
enough. Quickly she leapt forward and tried to shove him backwards, wanting
space. But he felt as solid as a rock, hands coming up to grip her wrists. In
the flash of an eye, he pulled her knees out from under her and had pinned her
against the mattress.
"Oh Kira, my little Fox, if you wanted to be close, all you had to do was ask."
He ignored her sobs as he rubbed his nose along her neck, pressing down on her.
"Leave me alone, please just leave me alone," Kira cried, tears streaming down
her face.
Peter tsked, kissing her cheek, "Kira, Kira, we're Bonded now- you are mine!
Did you really think I was just going to walk away from you? Oh no, I worked
too hard to find you, and now that I've tasted you, I'm keeping you. Don't you
want me? Don't you remember how I made you feel?" He leaned back, hand snaking
between them and disappearing into the waistband of her pants; he lightly ran
his finger over her clit, eyes glowing to remind her.
Images flashed into Kira's head, she remembered Peter underneath her, the feel
of his tongue inside her; unbidden the smell of him flooded her senses, sudden
arousal taking over.
"There you go, don't you want that again? Just say the word and we can go back
to that. I can make you feel so good," Peter promised, finger rubbing a little
harder as she arched her back.
But Kira snapped to her senses, "No, this isn't real, it's another nightmare,
just a nightmare, you aren't here!"
"You're only partially right. I'm sure Derek didn't have time to tell you,
didn't want to explain it. It was bad enough when Lydia was going through it.
If you want it to be a nightmare, I can arrange that. Remember though, I
offered to be nice." Peter flexed his power, knowing that his Bond with her
allowed him certain control. She didn't know how to fight him, didn't have the
power to push him out of her mind. Lydia had come close to figuring it out but
she was under too much strain from their interactions to actually accomplish
it. With Kira he had to be gentler; but she could withstand one harsh reality
check. He needed her to know that he was in control, that she was at his mercy.
Kira sucked in a confused breath when suddenly her hands were shackled over her
head and she was naked on the bed. "Wha… how? This has to be a dream, just a
dream. I'm going to wake up now! I want to wake up!"
"No Sweetness, not a dream, a nightmare." Peter forced her thighs apart, cock
pressing against her now. He bent over, harshly biting down on the top of her
breasts, sucking, marking them. Kira squirmed under him, willing herself to
wake up, or even to just take control over her dream… but nothing happened. She
cried out when she felt Peter thrust into her, burying himself inside her with
a low growl. "Don't fight it, you enjoyed this last time," Peter reminded her,
again using his blue eyes to call forth memories from their time together;
showing her just how much she enjoyed being on all fours for him.
Just like that Kira stopped struggling, lying there as the memories flooded her
mind, and lust took over. She felt herself getting wetter as Peter rolled his
hips, pressing deep inside her. "Stop, I don't…" she started to say, mind
muddled. But as Peter sped up, lifting her hips up, she moaned. She relaxed
against him, baring her neck and arching her back, which Peter noticed. He
leaned down, biting on her earlobe, using a hand in her hair to pull her head
further to the side.
Since this was a pseudo-dream state, Peter could easily manipulate Kira's
perceptions; with very little effort he prolonged their time together,
pleasuring her for what seemed like hours. By the time he finally reached
mental exhaustion, Kira was a mess under him, eyes fluttering and mumbling
nonsensically, lost in ecstasy. Slowly he faded out of her mind, releasing his
control over her thoughts. When he finally opened his eyes, he was back in his
motel room, semen coating his stomach. "Ooooh Kira, we're going to have a lot
of fun together."
Back in Kira's room, Malia woke up at the first sounds of distress from Kira;
she smiled to herself, Peter must have made his move. He'd warned Malia during
their first night at the hospital that he would come to Kira at home, giving
her a few days of respite while the doctors looked her over. Peter also told
Malia that he wanted her to start nudging Kira in his direction while he spoke
with her in her dreams. Thankfully both of Kira's parents were downstairs,
giving them space to sleep so Noshiko hadn't heard the whimpers. The Coyote was
supposed to help arouse Kira's body, making it easier for her father to
influence her. Carefully she untangled her limbs from Kira's and undid the tie
of her pants and slid her hand inside. Eagerly she rubbed at her clit with her
thumb, middle finger slipping between her lips. Malia couldn't hold in a moan
as she slipped in her ring finger as well, pumping her fingers in and out
quickly. She only vaguely paid attention to the tears leaking out of Kira's
eyes, it was no surprise that Peter was overwhelming the Fox, he always took
what he wanted. Soon though, with Malia's guidance, Kira would learn to just
accept it, even love it- Peter was a very attentive lover. It didn't take long
after that for Kira's hips to jerk just slightly, the tears no longer rolling
down her cheeks. As much as she didn't want to stop, she knew she couldn't risk
being caught so Malia slowly retracted her hand, wiping them off under the
sheets. Then she carefully maneuvered Kira's hand lower, arranging her fingers
inside herself, moving them around to make sure they were coated with her own
wetness. The Coyote grinned and had to hold back a throaty rumble as Kira's
fingers started moving of their own accord. Job done, Malia quickly situated
herself and slowed down her heart, giving off the appearance of being asleep
the whole time, since her girlfriend was sure to wake up soon.
Minutes later, Kira slowly came back to consciousness; her body was fuzzy and
she felt relaxed and tense at the same time. As she woke up a bit more, she
realized that her hips were rolling softly- then it hit her like a ton of
bricks, her hand was down her pants! Her cheeks heated up, she had started
touching herself in her sleep, with Malia right next to her? But then she
acknowledged that it felt really good so she worked her fingers faster, free
hand coming up to her mouth so she could bite down on her fingers. An image of
Peter came to mind and Kira sat up, hand immediately leaving her pants- she'd
had another nightmare about Peter… he'd… he'd forced himself on her. Oh god it
had felt so real, her hands had been bound over her head… Kira's stomach
churned as she continued to recall the rest of the dream, how suddenly she
actually wanted it- and Peter hadn't disappointed. It had felt like it had gone
on forever, and now she'd woken up and was actually touching herself- had she
really been turned on by Peter? Just as Malia was waking up, probably her
skyrocketing heartbeat alerting her to Kira's panic, Kira shot out of bed and
ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet. She sobbed as her stomach
heaved, the wetness obvious in her underwear; Kira felt nothing but shame.
"Baby, are you okay?" Malia asked, peeking into the bathroom.
But Kira couldn't answer, just shake her head and grip the toilet as she cried.
"Kira?" Noshiko ran upstairs, concerned.
"I think she had a nightmare or something, and now that we don't have a
morphine drip, it hit her a lot harder?" Malia offered.
"I'm calling Dr. Deaton, he'll have something to give you that works for our
kind. Things will get better, this will pass, I promise."
"I don't want to see him in my dreams anymore, I want this to be over!"
Malia entered the bathroom, crouching next to her girlfriend, "You're just
exhausted, we both are. Deaton will help, he always helps. Let's go back to the
room while we wait."
Kira just hung her head, letting Malia lift her up from the floor and half
carry, half drag her back to the bedroom. After Noshiko left, Malia quietly
asked, "Do you want to talk about it? You got up in a hurry, heart racing… You
smell like… shame, why are you ashamed?"
"What other sc-scent are you getting off me right now? Do you have any idea
what I was doing before I jumped out of bed?"
Malia sniffed the air again, although she knew perfectly well, she'd play along
for Kira's sake. "It's faint but, aroused? I can smell your scent more than the
actual arousal you were feeling," she admitted, eyes glancing down between
Kira's legs. It was hard for her to keep her own excitement under control while
smelling Kira like this. "What was the dream about then? I thought it was
another bad dream since you just started getting sick, but if it was that kind
of a dream…"
"It was a bad dream! A horrible dream! Peter was there- was here! In my room.
He did things to me. And then here I was, touching myself, as I was sleeping-
Malia I was turned on!"
"Hey, shhhh, it's not a big deal-" Malia tried to soothe, but Kira cut her off.
"Not a big deal? How is it not a big deal?"
"Remember what I told you, when Peter was under you, using his mouth?" Malia
whispered, scooting closer to Kira. She had to convince Kira that it was okay
to accept Peter, it was crucial while she still believed these events were just
dreams and not real.
"You said to pretend it was you… but what does that have to do with this?"
"We've been through a lot, you're exhausted mentally, it's no surprise you're
having dreams about Peter and what happened. And now you're home again,
someplace that is supposed to be safe, maybe your mind was just confused. A
part of it was stuck on the Peter thing, and the other half was saying that
this is a safe place- you said that the dream took place here, not in that
cabin. So in order to protect you, your mind let yourself enjoy it, just like
when I told you to pretend it was me."
Kira shook her head, "No, that's unacceptable, I don't want that to be true, I
don't want to just accept this! I don't want to enjoy his touch! I feel
disgusting, filthy!"
Again Malia shushed her, wrapping an arm around her and nosing her hair, "I
don't think you're filthy or disgusting. You have no control over what your
mind does when you're sleeping." Softly Malia kissed Kira, a brush of her lips
against her cheek, then on the lips. Malia whimpered and licked at Kira's
mouth, hand slowly reaching between the Fox's legs.
"Malia, wait, I just…"
"I'm sorry, sorry, I just… I thought if I was the one touching you, it would
help erase the memory. I just want to make you moan like he did…"
Kira felt a sharp pain in her chest at Malia's hurt tone; Malia had heard all
of it back in the cabin. Peter had tricked her somehow, Kira was sure of it,
but that didn't change the fact that Malia had heard her begging for Peter to
fuck her, scent her! "I'm sorry Malia, I didn't enjoy what he did- I didn't! I
don't know what happened, why I said those things…"
"Let me," Malia begged, fingers rubbing her clit through the fabric of her
pants. Peter told her to push, knowing that Kira would be resistant to sexual
contact after his conversation with her. But this would be good at conditioning
Kira into letting it happen, to not say 'no' even if she wanted to. First
they'd make her feel too guilty to say no to Malia, then she'd also stop saying
no to Peter. "Let me, please, I'll make you feel good- I can be just as good as
him, I promise." She pushed Kira back onto the pillows and straddled her, hips
grinding down.
Kira nodded then, feeling broken by Malia's accusations… they were true after
all. Hadn't she just confessed to fingering herself due to a dream about Peter?
Surely that had hurt Malia, just like her mindless begging had hurt her- she
needed to make that up to her somehow. If… If Malia needed to touch her like
that, to reaffirm their bond, then Kira wouldn't say no. Even if she was still
feeling ashamed.
Of course as soon as Malia saw the nod she curled in closer, bending over to
plant light kisses on her face. She could still sense Kira's hesitance but she
wasn't going to go overboard tonight, just enough to push her. Malia slid up
her shirt, hands massaging her Kira's sides and stomach as she lightly bit down
on her ear. "It'll be okay," Malia whispered.
As her girlfriend sat on top of her, Kira lie there, heart only half into it;
it seemed almost ironic that Malia was touching the same parts as Peter had… As
she continued to lick and bite her ear, the Coyote also maneuvered herself
between Kira's legs instead of straddling her, fingers at her nipples. She
squeezed her eyes shut, trying to chase away the image of Peter over top of
her. Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear, "Shhh, it's okay Sweetness." Her
eyes flew open and she jumped a bit, looking around.
"What… too much? Are you okay?"
"Did you hear that? It sounded like…"
Malia moved off of Kira, lying in the spot next to her, "Hear what?"
"Y-you didn't say that, right?" Kira asked in a small voice. No way had Malia
said that- used that word. Plus it sounded exactly like Peter, not Malia at
all.
"I didn't really say anything? I mean I moaned a bit, like usual, but no words…
maybe it sounded like words to you, I was right by your ear," Malia offered.
She hadn't actually heard anything so that must have meant Peter had whispered
something; she bit her lip to hold back a smile, her father was being
absolutely relentless.
Kira swallowed, looking around the room, "Must have been my brain being stupid
then… Sorry."
"It's okay, we'll take it slow, and- oh, is your mom back?"
"Yea, that's her, Deaton must have had something already packed up for her."
Malia laughed lightly, trying to cheer up her girlfriend, "Yea, Deaton is
always prepared. He probably figured someone would be stopping by for
supernatural medicine."
"I just hope it helps," Kira sighed, sitting up to fix her shirt.
It didn't take long for Noshiko to come upstairs, two glasses of something in
her hands. "Here, drink this, I already put the powder in there- Deaton even
said it shouldn't taste awful. It will keep you relaxed and you won't dream."
"Thank you Mom," Kira sniffled, taking a glass. Both women watched as she
gulped it down, not caring about the taste anyways.
Malia took the glass and silently signaled she'd wait to take it, just to make
sure Kira was settled first. Noshiko nodded and hugged her daughter, "Come get
me when you finally wake up, I'll make you both some food. Doesn't matter what
time, come wake me."
Both girls nodded and Kira settled herself back under the covers, Mrs. Yukimura
leaving the room.
"You aren't gonna drink yours?" Kira asked, surprised.
"I'm just waiting, I want to make sure you actually fall asleep before taking
mine. I mean what if this stuff doesn't work on you like Wolfsbane doesn't? I
figure Deaton would know and give your mom something that would work on a
Kitsune but, just in case."
Kira smiled, eyes closing, "Thanks for caring so much. But it's working, I can
already feel it."
"Well then, I'll be drinking mine shortly," Malia commented, running a hand
through Kira's hair. In moments she could tell that the Fox was out, body
relaxed; Malia couldn't know for sure how this stuff from Deaton worked… Maybe
it didn't stop dreams, it just made it so you never recalled them upon waking.
Just in case that were true, she curled in close to Kira, after drinking her
own glass. "Peter will have you," she whispered. "He won't give up, he always
gets what he wants." She fell asleep, whispering his name into Kira's ear,
seeing if just maybe it would worm its way into her subconscious.
-Next Morning-
Kira slowly sat up, looking around her room with still bleary vision- she
didn't see Peter so that must mean she was awake-awake and not still having a
dream. She felt movement beside her, Malia, yea that was another sign that she
was conscious. It was nice to actually feel rested for once- the medicine that
they gave her at the hospital knocked her out but it didn't really let her
sleep, just not be conscious. But the stuff Deaton had given them worked a lot
better! She stretched and climbed out of bed, her stomach growling loudly.
"Oh yea, we're going to have a late dinner," Kira mumbled to herself. Then she
registered the light levels in her room- the sun was out. "Or… I guess we're
having breakfast instead… wow we slept through lunch and dinner? Hey Mom?" She
leaned out into the hall, not wanting to leave Malia alone; she might freak out
a bit at waking up and not having Kira there, Kira knew she would if the
situation were reversed.
"Finally awake? I can't believe you slept all night, you must be starving,"
Mrs. Yukimura commented, coming upstairs from the kitchen.
"Yea, I know I'm hungry, and Malia is probably going to be absolutely starving
when she wakes up."
"Yea, she does like to eat often, with that fast metabolism of hers. I was
actually thinking of coming up soon to wake you- I know you both need rest but
you also both need food, good thing you got up on your own though. I'll make
some oyakodon for the two of you, sound good?"
Kira nodded her head, then thought for a moment, "Might want to also cook some
sausage, Malia is really going to be hungry. I'll try and tell her to not
overdo it though, she can always eat a snack if she's still hungry."
"It will be ready soon, see if you can't help her get up."
With that, Kira went back over to the bed and rubs Malia's back. "Wakey, wakey
Malia, Mom is making us some food." Surely she hadn't taken the medicine that
much later than her so she shouldn't be in a deep sleep.
But the mention of food easily got through to her, "Food? Food sounds awesome
right now." Just like that she had her eyes open and was stretching under the
sheets. "Did you get some rest? You look a bit better," she commented, noticing
the dark circle under Kira's eyes were just about gone.
"Actually yea, I feel better, didn't wake up randomly due to any nightmares.
That stuff really works, I don't remember having any dreams at all, just like
Mom said. We got quite a few hours of sleep. You slept well too right?"
Malia nodded, "Yea, I didn't wake up either. And my stomach is feeling it, we
slept through dinner."
"Always thinking with your stomach," Kira joked, rolling her eyes. "Well get
out of bed and maybe take a shower, help you wake up, I'll take one after. Food
should be done by then. Just don't use up all the hot water, okay?"
"Or, maybe we can save time and just go together," Malia teased as she threw
back the covers to climb out of bed.
"Not with my mom here," Kira mumbled. Noshiko was okay with Malia always
sneaking in and sleeping with her, but Kira was pretty sure she'd draw the line
at naked times in the bathroom. The only reason she was okay with Malia
sneaking in was because she knew the Coyote felt a lot more comfortable around
Pack, around her girlfriend, than sitting at home alone. Plus Malia knew better
than to do anything more than kissing or she'd get kicked out.
"Yea, I know, I was teasing. It would be fun, but we'd get busted… I am going
to brush my teeth at least."
Kira agreed, that was a good place to start after sleeping for so long. Then
they just went downstairs to talk with Mrs. Yukimura while she was cooking
instead of showering.
When the food was done, Mrs. Yukimura gave them both a bowl, Malia's with
sausage in it. "Maybe after breakfast, you should go see your dad? I'm sure
he's worried about you."
"Yea… I do need to go see him. He's pretty chill with me being gone a lot but…
even I know he's probably worried and wants to see I'm okay. Thanks for
breakfast again, and for letting me stay."
"You two had been through a lot, it wouldn't be fair to separate you two. Kira
will you be okay alone?"
"Alone? What do you mean alone?"
Noshiko cleared her throat, "I'm going to go talk with Scott and Derek about
what we're going to do. Peter cannot be allowed to get away with this. They've
been suspicious of his actions ever since he left Beacon Hills and when Derek
told me he was certain Peter was the traveling serial killer on the news… He's
coming back to Beacon Hills and we're going to deal with him. Obviously I
didn't think you'd want to go, since it wouldn't be a happy topic. But Malia is
going to be gone for awhile… and your dad is at the school, getting ready for
class in just a couple of days."
"Alone, right… I'll uh, I'll be fine. I mean Dad probably won't be gone all day
right? And Malia, she can come back tonight?"
"Yea, she can come back tonight, I'm sure her father knows better than to try
and keep her home at this point. It will only be for a few hours at the most.
If you don't want to be alone, someone from the Pack would be more than happy
to keep you company?"
Kira shook her head, wanting to be strong, "I'll be okay. I mean, if anything
comes up, I have everyone's number, surely not all of them need to be present
for the Peter discussion. I'll be fine, I promise."
"Alright, well I'm going to go, did you need a ride Malia?"
"No, I'll just run, running always helps clear my head. Thanks for the offer
though."
Mrs. Yukimura nodded and hugged her daughter before leaving; surely she had
nothing to worry about. As it was, the Pack was going to be doing some patrols,
stopping by the house to make sure Peter wasn't going to try anything. But Kira
didn't need to know that, it would probably just upset her more if they thought
Peter would probably stay close. So Noshiko was happy to keep her daughter in
the dark about the serious threat she was still under.
After she drove off, Malia put her bowl in the sink, "So… since I'm going to be
leaving, and we're home alone… how about that shower?"
"Wait, are you serious?"
"Of course I am," Malia cooed, pulled her shirt off and tossing it to Kira,
wearing nothing underneath. Then she sauntered upstairs, untying her shorts as
she went; at the top of the stairs she shimmied out of them, leaving them on
the floor. Again, she was making Kira feel like she had to agree to this,
convincing her to ignore her inner doubts and discomforts.
"Malia… I…" she hurried up the steps, making sure to pick up the shorts on the
floor as she passed them.
"If you don't want me to use up all the warm water, you best get in with me,"
Malia called, lightly tossing her underwear out from the bathroom.
"But…?"
"But nothing, we're home alone. It's not really breaking the rules if your mom
knowingly left us alone together. We never do anything when they are home, so
this is fine." The Coyote turned on the shower and stepped in. She smiled to
herself when she heard Kira sigh in defeat. The door closed and there was a
light rustling as Kira undressed then pushed open the shower curtain.
"Happy?"
"Mhmm," Malia nodded, pulling her into the spray. "It's just like after the
lacrosse games, when I sneak into the women's locker room to shower with you.
Only without the school smell."
"If Mom finds out, she's going to be mad…" Kira mumbled.
Malia rolled her eyes, "Then she shouldn't find out, it's not like we're going
to tell her." Her hands slid lower, lightly squeezing Kira's behind and pulling
her in closer. "Now, are we going to have some fun?"
Kira started to backpedal, still feeling uncomfortable with all this but Malia
pressed her up against the wall suddenly kneeling down. "What are you doing?!"
"Take a wild guess," Malia murmured, licking at the Fox's thighs. "Open your
legs," she ordered, hand coming up and pulling at her knee to force her legs
wider.
"You… I don't like... this makes me feel-"
"It made you feel good with him, I want to prove I can too." With that Malia
reached up and gently rubbed at her clit. She could hear Kira's heart spike at
her words, good, now she'd probably stay quiet. Satisfied, she moved in closer,
hand moving out of the way so she could lick at her instead; she didn't waste
time either, knowing that she'd need to leave soon. Malia pushed her tongue
inside, licking and sucking, a satisfied rumbling coming from her throat.
Kira was biting her lip again, not really sure how to feel about any of this,
but she couldn't just ask Malia to stop. So she stayed there, leaning against
the wall as Malia knelt in front of her; if she relaxed maybe she'd get into
it? As Malia moved up towards her clit, fingers pushing inside her, she let out
a light moan, closing her eyes. This was okay, this was normal- they were
dating, it was okay to be intimate. As she relaxed, she let her legs fall open
a bit more, giving Malia more room. Another moan escaped as she felt Malia's
fingers pump faster, tongue moving in tight circles.
"You're so hot," Malia moaned, slowly standing, kissing her way up Kira's body,
fingers still moving in and out.
"As much as I don't, want to ruin the moment, maybe we should actually shower?"
Kira panted, not wanting to get totally carried away.
"Yea, you're probably right," Malia agreed, slowly pulling her fingers out.
The girls washed quickly after that, Malia getting dressed and saying goodbye,
"I'll be back tonight, after my dad is satisfied that I'm really okay. Call me
if you need me sooner, I'll hurry over."
"Thanks, see you tonight."
They kissed and then Malia started jogging in the direction of her house; after
she got close, she made a detour into the woods. In no time at all, she was
back at her old coyote den, and Peter was there.
"Hi Daddy, is everything still going as planned?"
"Yes, you've been doing a good job I'm sure. Kira of course wasn't excited to
see me the other day but by the end of it, she was feeling great. How did it go
at the hospital, I know we didn't really have time to talk about it when I came
to you."
"I watched, like you told me to. The nurse, Shannon, she did just like you
asked, so you can wire her the rest of the money. After the doctors finished
examining us, she came in to give us all sorts of pills. I saw her scan the
emergency contraceptive but then palm it, dropping in a regular pill, looked
like an aspirin. Kira didn't see, didn't say anything, just happy to take it.
She hasn't menstruated at all so none of the other nurses gave her anything
while I wasn't looking. Kira should be pregnant."
"Good, very good. And it only cost me three grand, not bad at all. Gotta love
corruptible workers. Jennifer was more than happy to recruit her to our cause,
bless her dead heart. It was a shame she had to die but Derek figured me out a
bit too soon. Shannon though, she was still willing to help me, all I had to do
was kill her mother- got her a fat life insurance check. Humans are good for
something after all. And you've been pressuring Kira?"
Malia nodded, "Yes, yesterday after she calmed down a bit from the interaction
with you and then again this morning, I had her shower with me. The guilt trips
are working just as well as you thought they would although I'm not sure how
often I should use that tactic."
"Maybe not for the next few days, I'm also going to back off a bit- I want to
win her over, not break her. You continue to console her, in a few days I'll
visit her again… I'm hoping that no one will tell her about the connection and
she'll think it's still just dreams."
"Why do we need her to think it's a dream?"
Peter stepped closer to his daughter, cupping her cheek, "If she understands
that I'm really in her head this early, it will be too much pressure. If she
gets used to me visiting and resigns herself to the 'dreams' it will have a
much better effect when she finally finds out it's all been real. She'll
realize that she wasn't just dreaming about me, but that I was really there and
she was enjoying it. But if she finds that out right away, she'll balk and try
to keep me out."
"I see," Malia nodded. "This way she just thinks she has no control over it…
And by the time she realizes, you'll be in too deep for her to take back
control. No one mentioned the stuff that happened with Lydia, she has no idea
that you gave her a Claim Bite… I don't think Scott or Derek even know. They
were too preoccupied with your scent to come close to us at first so I don't
think they saw the scar. That's good right?"
"Yes, that's very good! The more time I have with her before they find out the
truth, the better. Hopefully we'll have a good hold over her before anyone
finds out she's pregnant. Are you sure you'll be able to convince her to keep
it? There is always a chance that she'll resist me for awhile and she'll figure
out that she's carrying my baby before I can win her over. If that happens it
might set us back… I'd rather not have to kidnap her and convince her in
person, she needs to come to me."
"I can do it! I will, trust me. I won't let you down." She stepped closer to
him, needing for him to believe her but Peter stepped back.
"We can't get close, if the others catch my scent on you, they'll know I've
been to see you. Why don't you head on home, spend time with Mr. Tate. I'll
come find you in a few days, give you a heads up before I make another move on
Kira." With the briefest of kisses, he said his goodbye and then hurried out of
the den. He needed to get back out of the immediate area while the Pack was
busy with their little meeting.
Chapter End Notes
     I know the flashback was introduced as Kira's POV but I obviously
     added in parts for Malia. It wasn't that Kira noticed these, just
     that I had no other way to include them, so they are in the
     flashback. Just keep in mind, Kira has no idea that Malia is really
     on Peter's side.
***** The Devious Coyote *****
Chapter Summary
     More exploration into Peter and Malia's twisted relationship, as well
     as Peter showing Kira a (slightly) gentler side. With one final push
     from Malia, Kira starts down the path she can't return from.
Chapter Notes
     We are definitely starting to see more of Peter's plan and just how
     twisted Malia is (she does take after her father of course). Kira
     never really stood a chance. Malia is GREAT at manipulation, prepare
     yourselves.
-A few days later-
Malia sat up suddenly, a whisper catching her attention. She looked beside her,
noticing she was alone in Kira's room- no, not alone. Kira wouldn't have left
the bed, not without waking her so that meant Peter was here. She smiled when
she spotted him sitting on Kira's desk, leaping out of the bed and dropping
into his lap, "You're here!"
Peter nodded, hands settling on her upper thighs, "Wanted to give you a heads
up, I'm going to be visiting Kira again tonight. So you have to stop her from
taking that damn medicine. I went to her a few nights ago, and then again last
night, just to check in on her. Wasn't planning anything serious since I didn't
want to push too hard but it was no good."
"I thought you were still able to-"
"I am still able to visit her," Peter cut in roughly, knowing what she was
going to ask. "She just doesn't remember it, and what good is it if she doesn't
remember? ? I've visited her twice since she started taking it- she's slow to
respond and her speech is slurred, obvious signs she's drugged up. It became
obvious that Deaton gave her something to help with her sleeping issues, I
should have anticipated that! I've even cut into her to try and snap her out of
it but it's too strong, I'm getting nowhere. It's just a waste of my energy at
this point! Besides I said I'd come to you when I was ready to push again-
which means you have a job to do."
Malia flinched away at his tone, eyes downcast, his claws digging into her
legs, "I'm sorry, I didn't think… You're right, we need her to actually
remember them if the interactions are to influence her. You're right, I'm sorry
Daddy, I'm sorry."
"So, do everything in your power to prevent her from drinking that stuff
tonight. Do it and I'll reward you afterwards."
She looked up, after? Why not now? She'd waited days for him to come and visit
her, their brief meeting at the den hadn't been enough! "But-"
Peter roared in his daughter's face, clawed hand coming up to grip her throat.
"Do. Not. Disobey. Me! I said after! You've been slacking off in your duties-
when I give you an order, you follow it, no questions asked! She's been away
from me for over a week and I've only gotten one legitimate interaction with
her- the clock is ticking Malia! I have to have her before the Pack realizes
I've Claimed her! It won't take long for them to find out she's pregnant, or
that I've been visiting her. They'll try to poison her against me, against us!
Don't you love her?"
"I do! Of course I do!" Malia choked out, keeping her eyes down to avoid
challenging him, angering him further.
"Then you better get to work, because if they figure out my plan, they'll take
her away from both of us. Deaton will try to break the Claim I have, they'll
kill the pup in her womb, and hide her away. It will only be a matter of time
before they find out that you're plotting against them too, and what do you
think will happen then? I'll tell you what- they'll torture you for
information, cut off all of our communication. You'll never see me again, is
that what you want?"
"No, I want to be with you, always. I can't be away from you again! You trained
me against torture, they won't get anything out of me, I swear, but I can't be
without you!"
Peter grinned, hand at her throat relaxing finally, "I know you'd never tell
them anything, I trained you well. My nephew isn't nearly as creative as me
either, it would be like child's play to you. But I can see I've made my point.
Do your job and then get your reward- you will stop her from taking that
medicine tonight."
"I will," Malia promised, finally daring to look at him again. Slowly she
leaned forward, risking a kiss, but Peter denied her.
"Good, now wake up!" Peter ordered loudly before dumping her off of his lap as
he stood, forcing her awake.
She sat up in bed, wide awake and a pout on her lips- Peter had forced her
awake, making her wait for a reward. But how could she talk Kira out of taking
that stuff? She'd had it every night so far, always taking it right after
dinner, needing to knock herself out. Noshiko had diluted the amount she gave
them though, since that first dose had knocked them both out for so long, but
even that did little to help slow her down. All of them could see that Kira was
having trouble adjusting, depression hitting her hard- she'd already tried
asking if she could take some during the day, wanting to just sleep through all
of it. Deaton was the one to finally talk some sense into her, telling her it
was dangerous, and now Peter wanted her to just not take it at all tonight? And
if Peter was pushing to see her again, without the drug haze, wouldn't that
make matters worse? Malia shook her head, no, Peter had given her an order- no
questions asked! If he felt it was best to push her right now, then he knew
what he was doing. She was his soldier and she would do what her Alpha
demanded.
"Malia? You okay?" Kira asked, voice slurred a bit as she tried to wake up. Her
instincts were slow, she was unable to instantly react to her surroundings or
fully register things- but at least it stopped the nightmares. Malia's sudden
movement had jostled her enough though, bringing her brain into the world of
consciousness… sort of.
"Huh? Oh yea, fine."
"Are you sure, you sat up all of a sudden." Now that her eyes were finally
willing to open, Kira saw that Malia was looking awfully bright-eyed.
Malia shrugged, "Not sure, just jerked awake, maybe I had one of those falling
dreams or something. Or maybe I'm just hungry," she added on, deflecting the
problem.
Kira tilted her head and slowly sat up, "Well we best feed you then, although,
you seem way too awake…"
"I didn't take that herbal stuff from Deaton last night. I hate not feeling
sharp, in the wild, that means death. I know I'm not… a full coyote anymore but
still, the thought of just being numb like that, sets me on edge."
"Yea, it is a bit much…" the Kitsune agreed, trying to get her muscles to wake
up.
After a few more minutes of sitting, allowing Kira to wake up more, the girls
both went downstairs and looked through the fridge. They were home alone again,
Mr. Yukimura at school teaching and Mrs. Yukimura probably meeting with the
Pack.
"Ugh, I know Deaton told me that taking it so often was bad, and I realize that
wanting to be out all the time isn't the right thing to do… But I'm afraid…
although being sluggish like this sucks. Mom even downed the dosage she was
giving me and I still can't wake up," Kira complained. "We should talk to
Deaton, see if he doesn't have anything else for me to try. Something that
doesn't make my depression worse…"
Malia brightened immediately, was Kira giving her a way out? Someone must be
smiling down on her right now. She made a mental note about looking for
something else before clearing her throat and carefully masking her face with a
neutral look, turning around. "But it has been helping right? You don't dream,
or at least remember any dreams?"
"Yea, it's been working, , I sleep through the night, I don't remember any
nightmares… I just always feel tired and sluggish. I've already reached the
point where I wanted to take more, needing to be asleep more than I was awake.
Deaton said I was already becoming dependant and that if I didn't ease up, I'd
fall into a coma… But hey, at least I don't have nightmares."
"Why don't we try… alternating days or something? Maybe we don't take it
tonight and see if you have a nightmare, there's always the chance that you
won't have one. Maybe every other day will help reset your body and mind
without totally compromising your wakefulness. Plus, it's just dreams right?
They are scary and awful, but just dreams… I'll be right next to you, like
always, promise. I mean… is avoiding the nightmares really that important, when
a high chance of a coma isn't that far away?"
Kira sighed but nodded after just a moment, "Maybe you're right… One night off
can't be that bad… Worst case scenario, I have a bad dream, I can deal with bad
dreams- and you'll be right there. The dreams can't hurt me, no matter how
scary or real they feel! And hopefully I'll wake up more refreshed, rather than
feeling completely drugged."
"That's a good girl," the Coyote cooed, the subtlest of reminders of their time
with Peter at the cabin. "You can be strong, I believe in you. Like you said,
no matter how scary they feel, Peter won't hurt you."
Kira felt a strange fluttering in her chest at Malia's words but she wasn't
really able to place the cause. It must have just been the way she said that.
Peter won't be able to hurt her, since they were just dreams, probably what
Malia had meant. She shook the thought from her mind and concentrated on
finding food to eat. The pair ate quickly and Malia left, going home to see her
dad again. And not five minutes after that Erica was ringing the doorbell. The
first few days Kira hadn't even noticed… but then she saw Boyd parked down the
street in the Camaro. After that though, she'd looked more often and had seen
Allison drive by a few hours later, after Boyd had left. They were keeping an
eye on her which was never a good sign. Her mom mentioned that they were having
a discussion about Peter, that he was coming back to Beacon Hills and was going
to cause trouble. Kira wasn't stupid though, they were all keeping an eye on
her, keeping her safe but out of the loop- Peter was coming for her. So she did
the only thing she could, she confronted her watchdogs… or, wolves…
"Hey, come up with anything you wanted to do today?" Erica asked. She hadn't
even tried to deny anything when Kira approached her last night- she knew all
too well what it was like to be the one at other people's mercy. Nothing sucked
more than only knowing what people wanted you to know, which was never the
whole truth. It had happened with Argent and it happened with Deucalion. Kira
just wanted to know what was going on, so she told her. Of course, the Kitsune
had been angry at first but then she calmed down, and realized she felt a lot
better knowing her Pack was behind her. So, instead of sitting outside for a
few hours, bored out of her mind- Erica got to come inside.
"We could watch some more of "Burn Notice" that was a really cool show! Malia
and I just ate but, if you're hungry…?"
Erica shook her head, "Naw, Derek feeds us so I'm good. And isn't Michael
Westen hot? Or I guess, Jeffrey Donovan is, since he's you know, the real
person."
Kira laughed and followed Erica into the living room to watch Netflix. "Sure,
whatever you say."
The day passed quickly enough with Erica actually inside to keep her company;
now that she knew about her guardians, they were free to stay longer rather
than changing watches a couple of times a day. Derek wasn't too happy with
Erica for telling her about it but, nothing he could do about that now. He
understood where Erica was coming from, especially when Boyd had backed her
decision wholeheartedly. At least this way Kira knew what to expect and could
prepare for it, instead of be completely oblivious when shit hit the fan. When
her dad finally came home around four, and Mrs. Yukimura came home again as
well, Erica decided it was time to leave.
"Are you keeping an eye on Malia too? I mean, Peter tortured her along with me,
she's a part of the Pack… she's just as important," Kira asked as she opened
the front door.
The female Wolf bit her lip, "We're trying… We stop by her house but she isn't
always there. She's always going on runs and we lose track of her. She always
comes home though, so no reason to completely worry yet. And of course we all
think she's important- she may not fully grasp the idea of Pack yet, but we
aren't going to let her fend for herself."
"But what if something happens to her when she's off in the woods?"
"I don't know… Derek is fairly certain Peter won't make a move just yet, and
there's always the chance that he will switch focus from you two and attack
someone else in the Pack. Malia knows the woods better than we do, she's spent
more time there than Derek has at this point… plus she lived in a different
part than where the Hales usually travelled through. We've done patrols though
and haven't caught his scent anywhere yet so hopefully there is nothing to
worry about. Plus Malia has to be on guard for him, I know she isn't dumb, if
she smells him, she'll howl."
Kira sighed, "We should tell her about it, I mean, she'll understand we're just
looking out for her and not babysitting her."
"Remember the last time any of us tried to tell Malia she couldn't go into the
woods?"
"Yea, I remember… it was a bit ugly. Neither Derek nor Scott could get her to
listen, instead just giving her some basic rules to follow. But that was before
we were tortured by a psycho!" Kira argued, fearing for her girlfriend.
Erica hugged her, "Okay, I'll bring it up with Scott and Derek, maybe you can
try talking to her when she comes back tonight about it. If you're the one to
say it, maybe she'll listen. But I have to go back to the loft, you going to be
okay?"
"Yea, both of my parents are home and Malia will be here after dinner some
time. Thanks for sitting with me," Kira said, returning the hug.
"Just a heads up, Derek will be the one stopping by tomorrow since you know,
school and all that. Mr. Grumpy won't let Boyd, Isaac, or I cut anymore
classes; I mean we only missed about a day and a half total! And all the
teachers know that we're close friends with you, only natural that we'd want to
check on you."
"Okay, that should be interesting, never spent time alone with Derek much. He's
right though, don't start failing your classes just because of me," Kira
commented. Erica assured her that they had gotten the notes and everything,
departing with one final hug. Kira sighed to herself, she was already feeling
tired, just wanting to crawl into bed. Maybe it was a good thing they were
thinking of cutting back on that medicine, her body was used to taking it and
sleeping early. Kira knew it was a major dependency issue, she'd have to weigh
the pros and cons of using it to stop the dreams. But it was definitely out for
everyday use. By the time she was done with dinner, Kira was feeling even
slower than ever, feet heavy as she went to her bedroom.
"What's wrong?" Malia asked as Kira entered the room. She'd just climbed in
through the window maybe 2 minutes ago and was sitting on the bed, waiting for
Kira to finish dinner.
"Feel heavy, but not like super sleepy either… I don't know if I can fall
asleep without that stuff but I know… I know I'm feeling like this because I'm
already used to taking it. But the nightmares…"
Malia got up from the bed, hugging Kira close, "I'll be here, like always, just
like we talked about. Eventually the bad dreams will stop and the good dreams
will happen."
"I hope so, I really do. Can we just cuddle until I fall asleep?"
"Of course Baby, of course."
The two of them crawled under the covers, Malia happily posing as the big
spoon, arms wrapped around the smaller girl.
"Hey Malia… I was talking to Erica today-"
"Erica came over? That's kinda random… but well, a few of them have stopped by
my house to check on me too, guess that's what Pack does…" Living as a coyote
for quite a few years had definitely skewed her desire for company. She learned
a lot about being Human again, and had come to terms with being around a bunch
of other supernatural creatures but Pack was still hard for her. All she really
needed was Peter and Kira, but she had to play nice and be a part of Scott's
Pack for now. So that meant putting up with the others stopping by to check on
her out of 'concern' or something.
"They just want to make sure we're both okay… we've been through hell. But um,
they are trying to keep an eye on us, just in case he tries something. And I
know you like to run, to clear your head but… next time, can you take someone
with you? Please? I don't want anything to happen to you, what if Peter comes
back and catches you alone?"
Malia couldn't hold back the deep rumble in her throat but she did manage to
quickly turn it into a growl. Alone time with Peter was something she desired
and couldn't have, not when she'd get covered in his scent. "He won't hurt me.
I've been on edge, always ready to catch his scent. He won't catch me by
surprise and he'll have a fight on his hands!"
"But he's strong, very strong! I don't understand, he's a lone Wolf, an Omega!
He's not even an Alpha anymore, why is he so strong? If he catches you alone,
he might overpower you, please Malia!"
"Shhh, shhhh, okay, we'll see. I don't always think about it, I'm used to just
running whenever I feel like it. But I'll make a point to not purposefully lose
any of our Packmates that are watching over me. I don't want you to worry about
me, you need to just relax and get better." Malia had to take a deep breath,
she'd been close to revealing Peter's power, feeling the need to defend him,
but had caught herself. Peter might not have the eyes of an Alpha, but he was
her Alpha and that was the bottom line; it didn't matter if she was technically
in Scott's Pack right now, her allegiance was elsewhere.
"Thank you." Kira settled down again, knowing that Malia was making a huge
promise on her end to be more conscious of the others. "Wait, Malia… how come…
how come you're always telling me to relax, get better?" Her voice dropped
lower, "How come you don't have any nightmares?"
Malia froze, not sure what to say for a second. She was good at covering her
tracks, saying what was expected of her most of the time, acting sad and
broken… but of course she'd never get nightmares from what happened. "I don't…
I don't dream much. Or I've never really remembered them, not since my time as
a coyote. And I'm focusing on caring for you, to keep from thinking of anything
else. If I just think about you, and making sure you're okay, I don't feel so
broken."
Kira turned, facing Malia in order to hug her, "Just please don't hide it. You
don't always have to be the big spoon, the rock. It's okay to cry too, if you
need to."
"I'm okay. I've learned to survive, that's what I do. Did the interaction with
Peter kill me? No, so I've moved past it. I'm still mad- he hurt you! But I'm
alive, you're alive, so I moved on in that respect. Being a coyote for 9 years
set me back in a lot of ways, but this isn't one of them."
"I suppose that makes sense. I just want to make sure you aren't holding it all
in, hiding it from me or something. I love you, I don't want anything else to
happen to you," Kira whispered.
"And I love you back, forever. We're both going to be okay, promise."
Satisfied with that, Kira took a steadying breath and closed her eyes; she
focused on Malia's even heartbeat, letting it lull her to sleep.
As soon as she was in a deep enough sleep, Peter went to her, pulling her back
to the mid-conscious state in her mind. He put them in her room again, both of
them curled up on the bed with his arms around her. As soon as he felt like
everything was set, he started whispering her name.
"Malia?" she mumbled, knowing that she'd heard her name.
"Not Malia," Peter responded, one hand gently rubbing her side.
Kira tried to sit up, cursing her mind for sending her into another nightmare
like this as soon as she stopped drinking that stuff.
"Shhh, calm down," Peter told her, firmly keeping her tucked against his chest.
"I know our first meeting wasn't ideal, I scared you- hurt you. I'm sorry for
that. I just have these urges and I can't help myself. But you're special to
me, and I want to prove that, let me show you that I can be good to you."
"Wasn't ideal? You kidnapped me and my girlfriend and tortured us in that
cabin!" Kira shouted before rolling her eyes. Why was she having an argument
with her subconscious?
"Like I said, I had those urges, I couldn't control myself. When I knew you'd
be at that campsite, mostly unprotected, I just-" he groaned, not finishing his
sentence.
Kira froze, "What do you mean you knew?"
"Oh please, I've been keeping my eye on this rag-tag Pack ever since I left. I
knew you were going to be in that area and I wanted to introduce myself."
"Why?"
Peter snarled to himself, "Why? Because my nephew and my own damned Beta killed
me! Or they tried to at least. I didn't stay dead for long. And I'm not going
to let them get away with that, so of course I'm keeping tabs on them. They'll
pay dearly for taking my power from me, for trying to put me in the ground."
"You're a murderer, of course they wanted to get rid of you! You killed Laura,
your niece!"
"I don't expect you to understand, I needed power- I needed to avenge my
family! Laura wasn't using it, she was just wasting it. If she had just passed
it over to me when I'd asked then I wouldn't have had to kill her but she
refused! I did what was necessary- I always do what is necessary. That's
something Scott and Derek will never understand!"
Kira struggled out of his hold, sitting up to look at him, "So is that why you
travel around, mindlessly killing people?"
"Yes! They have all wronged our kind in some way! I'm just doing what the law
won't!" he declared before tilting his head, "I have a little bit of fun while
I'm at it but like I said, urges."
"I never did anything to you, I didn't even know who you were! Why did you go
after me?" Kira sobbed, hoping that maybe her subconscious was trying to give
her some answers. Otherwise that meant she was just having another nightmare
and it was only a matter of time before it got worse.
"Because you're special Kira, a Kitsune- do you know how rare that is? And you
are very, very powerful. The two of us together could accomplish anything!"
"I don't want to do anything with you- I don't even know how to be a Kitsune so
I'm not that powerful!" she shot back.
Peter sat up then, taking her hands in his, "I can teach you! I know a lot
about your kind, I'll tell you everything I know- unlike your mom. She's still
hiding stuff from you, isn't she?"
Kira didn't answer, looking away from him. But she knew her silence was answer
enough.
"I will treat you like a queen if you join me, teach you everything I know. I'm
a mastermind, a genius, it won't be hard to teach you even though I'm a
Werewolf."
"So you kill a lot of people and have gotten away with it, doesn't make you a
mastermind!"
"I predicted and circumvented my own death Kira! I've killed hundreds of people
and not even the Hunters have caught up to me- I'm like a ghost to them. I was
able to figure out where you were going to be and set up my little playground
just for us in no time at all. I know all kinds of lore about different
supernatural creatures, probably even more than Scott's precious Deaton does.
Even now, I have a plan to destroy Scott and Derek, I'm just waiting for the
right time-"
"You won't win! They know you're coming back, they're ready for you!"
"Kira, Sweetness, even if they know that I'm coming back to Beacon Hills, they
won't see me coming until it's too late. I'm 10 steps ahead of them and I love
to watch them struggle."
"They are stronger than you, you're just an Omega, and Scott is a True Alpha,
he has a big Pack, he'll win!"
Peter tsked, one hand coming up to cup her cheek, "You're severely
underestimating me, but I understand. I haven't shown you my true power, my
true strength, but Scott will bow before me- they all will!" He lowered his
voice and leaned in closer, "But not you, no… you're going to be my queen,
standing beside me. We'll rule, together, I promise. Just join me Kira."
"I don't want to join you, not now, not ever!" She pulled away from him,
reaching up to slap him. But he easily caught her wrist and kissed her palm.
"Think of how strong I can make you. When you're finally ready to say yes, let
me know. I'll teach you how to wield your power. But, for now, let me show you
how gentle I can be." He laid back down, on his back this time, pulling Kira
with him.
Kira resisted but even in her own mind, he was stronger than her; he pulled her
against his chest and rubbed her back. Her body went numb, almost like when
he'd given her that Kanima venom, she couldn't move and her eyes were too heavy
to keep open. The steady beating of his heart soothed her and soon hers was in
rhythm with his.
"There you go, good girl. Just relax, everything will be fine." Peter made sure
she was falling back into unconsciousness before he released control. He wanted
to stay longer but he also promised Malia a reward- the sooner he saw her, the
sooner he could try and come back to Kira. He'd just come up with an idea, but
he'd need Malia to give a slight push before he could try it. It wasn't hard to
transfer his conscious from one girl to the other, since he had a very solid
bond with his daughter. He was still in Kira's room, but this time he was
standing by the bed and not in it. "Malia, I'm here."
Instantly her eyes opened and she flew out of the bed, hugging him, "Oh Daddy,
did I do good?"
"You did very good, Kira was completely coherent tonight. I knew you could do
it, you've never let me down."
"Does that mean I can have a reward now, please? It's been so long!" Malia
pouted.
Peter grinned, hands coming up to slide into her thick hair, "Of course. I
always keep my promises. What kind of reward do you want?"
Her hands lightly tugged at his pants, "I want to suck you, please, let me
taste you."
"By all means," Peter growled out, his daughter was very good at that.
Slowly she dropped to her knees, fingers undoing the front of his pants and
sliding them down. She moaned as she took him in her hands, stroking him to
help him get harder; she licked all around the head, tongue running along the
shaft. As soon as he was fully erect, Malia started in with her mouth, easily
relaxing her jaw and throat so she could go all the way down. Her hands gripped
his thighs as she started humming, vibrations causing Peter to gasp and start
panting. Malia pulled back, tongue licking at the underside of his shaft; she
pumped her head a few times, still humming and licking, getting him worked up.
Then she switched tactics, sucking hard every time she pulled back, opening her
mouth to lick all around his head before swallowing him again. With one hand
she gently cupped his balls, lifting them up, getting a satisfied moan from
Peter. She looked up at him then, eyes glowing blue as she sucked and bobbed
her head. Knowing that he trusted her, she very lightly grazed her teeth along
the upper side of his shaft a few times before she pulled off, taking the time
to rest her jaw, other hand coming up to stroke him.
"Can you?" she asked, kissing his hip.
"You really want me to?"
Malia nodded, "Yes, I want you to take control, fuck me, please." When Peter
gave her a nod, she growled with excitement, opening her mouth again. She loved
when he took over, loving the heavy scent of power he gave off when he was in
control. And she knew that he loved it too; he had her practice a lot to master
the art of giving good head, but even with her talents, he never got quite as
excited as when he got to do what he wanted. He stepped closer, pressing her
back against the bed to give her some support, hand reaching down to tangling
her hair between his fingers.
"Moan for me," he ordered, thrusting into her waiting mouth. She always did
this, she got him excited with the light use of her teeth, knowing he'd lose
control. But after all the years of being under his thumb, she performed best
when she was at his mercy. After all, he didn't want her getting used to being
in control, Peter did want it going to her head. So now she was conditioned to
love it, beg for it; he was happy to oblige. As she moaned around his thick
cock, he started thrusting faster, using his grip on her hair to keep her head
tilted up just slightly. Peter rumbled as he slid down her throat, feeling her
tongue wiggling against him as she tried to keep up with his pace. Then, with
the slightest of tugs on her hair, along with a satisfied grunt, he told her to
swallow as he came. He stayed pressed against her face, hips rolling as his
orgasm passed, wishing she was really with him to clean up the mess. As he
started to soften, he let go of her hair and stepped back, motioning for her to
get onto the bed. "There is something I'm going to need you to do for me, as
soon as you wake up from this."
"Anything," she answered, lying on the bed, waiting.
He quickly pulled up his pants before climbing over top of her; he snaked his
hands into her underwear and started fingering her knowing that he needed her
nice and aroused if his plan was going to work. "When you wake up, I need you
to make a move on Kira- you're going to be aroused and you'll want to get off,
achieve the orgasm I'm going to deny you. Demand it from her, no matter what
she says." He paused, slipping a third finger inside her, taking a moment to
just watch her arch her back and squirm. Her legs were sprawled open and her
hips were lifted off the bed, rocking in time with his fingers. Malia moaned
and whimpered as he slowed down a bit. "Are you listening?"
"Yes," she panted out. "I'm to jump on Kira as soon as I wake up, pushing, even
if she tells me to stop. Please don't stop Daddy, please," she begged, voice
going up in octave as she whined.
"When Kira is just about to break down, when she's struggling to push you off,
that's when you stop. Start crying then, tell her that you had a dream with me,
she'll be able to tell instantly what kind of dream it was. I'm sure you're
rubbing yourself against her right now as we speak, moaning and whimpering for
more." To punctuate his point, he pumped his fingers in and out rapidly,
curling them to press on her sweet spot. He couldn't hold in a moan as she
threw back her head and howled, hands gripping the sheets. The he slowed down
again, needing her attention. "The most important part, is to start talking
about the dream, make her listen, don't let her change the subject at all. As
you're telling her about it, get excited again, let her know you enjoyed it,
wanted it. I want you to get her aroused by listening to you, have her go into
detail about when I visited her, touch her. I want her to be ready and begging
for my cock when she falls back asleep. Then, after she starts accepting me in
her dreams, we can tell her that they aren't just dreams. Hopefully by then,
she'll want the real me anyways. If you can do that for me tonight, I'll have a
very special treat for you. Can you guess what it is?"
Malia shook her head, too occupied with trying to remember the plan while also
getting pushed closer to an orgasm.
"I'll come see you in person, I'll fuck you in your bed, while your fake father
is at work. How does that sound?"
"Oh, yes, please! I've missed you, your touch, your real touch. I can do that,
I promise. She'll be ready for you, I'll make sure of it!"
"Good, are you ready to start?"
Back in Kira's real room, the Fox had woken up minutes ago- her girlfriend's
whimpers startling her awake. But then she felt how Malia was grinding against
her, how heavy she was panting, and Kira flushed. Should she try and wake her,
or just let it go? Kira glanced at the clock and saw that it was going on one
in the morning- if Malia got any louder, then her mom might bust in here
thinking they were up to no good. Best to wake her and settle her down before
they got into trouble.
"Malia, wake up, please," she whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder. But
Malia just snaked a leg around Kira's hips. "Oh God, Malia, you need to stop…"
This time, the Coyote did wake up, glowing blue eyes looking around the room.
Without waiting for Kira to explain anything, Malia rolled over top of her,
grinding her clit against Kira's thigh as she kissed her. When Kira tried to
push her off, tell her to calm down, Malia pushed her tongue inside her mouth,
quieting her. Kira was shell-shocked, barely able to breathe as her girlfriend
sucked at her lips and flicked her tongue around. It was the hands suddenly
lifting her shirt that got her to move again, pushing against the hands that
were pinching her nipples.
"Malia, stop," she whispered fiercely, turning her head to the side to breathe
and speak.
"I need to, let me!" Malia growled in a low tone, panting in Kira's ear before
biting down on her lobe. She could feel herself getting frustrated at the lack
of pressure inside her, just rubbing herself against Kira wasn't enough! So she
grabbed one of Kira's hands, trying to maneuver it under the sheets when Kira
started to really panic.
"Why are you doing this? I need you to stop, please!" she begged, finally
getting Malia's attention.
Malia sat up on her elbow, looking down at her girlfriend, tears threatening to
spill out. She could feel the tears welling up in her own eyes, voice cracking
as she spoke, "I… I'm sorry, I just… I had a dream about Peter. I woke up and…
I needed to touch you, be with you. I wanted to replace him with you, I had to.
I couldn't stop, I'm sorry." Malia rolled off of Kira and sobbed quietly.
Kira sat up, full of concern, "You had a dream about Peter? I thought you said
you didn't dream, do you want me to get some of that medicine?"
"No, don't leave me alone yet… and normally if I do dream, I don't remember
them but… I woke up so suddenly, I guess it was fresh in my mind."
"How bad was it?" Kira asked, setting her hand on Malia's shoulder.
The Coyote took a second to calm herself, wiping her cheeks; then she turned
and pulled Kira back down against the pillows, arm curling around her middle.
Now she was able to whisper in her ear but was also positioned so she could
slowly make a move on Kira again. "I was here, in your room, only I was alone.
I heard Peter calling my name and it felt like I woke up, for real. He was
standing at the edge of the bed- he pulled me off and shoved me to the floor."
Kira sucked in a breath as she heard Malia start to describe her dream, those
were the same nightmares Kira was having! Although in the last one, she hadn't
woken up scared… she had just, drifted off to sleep.
"He said I had a job to do, and I tried to scream but he hit me," Malia lied,
needing to create a different beginning to the events that had happened. "Peter
said that if I was going to try and scream then he'd just shut me up. Next
thing I know I'm on my knees and shoved up against the bed, his pants are down
and…"
"It's okay, we don't have to talk-"
"No, I want to… Kira, I had a dream like you, I was enjoying it- feel how wet I
am!" Before the Kitsune had time to tense up, Malia had slipped both their
hands into her underwear. "See, it started off scary but… it didn't end scary."
Lightly, she encouraged Kira's fingers inside her, moaning very lightly. "Peter
shoved his cock in my mouth, had my hair tangled in his hands- he fucked my
mouth hard," she whispered in Kira's ear, spreading her legs wider, still
moving Kira's hand for her. "He came in my mouth, made me swallow, then he
picked me up, threw me back onto the bed and tore off my pants." Malia was
panting now, hips rolling against Kira's feathery movements. But she hadn't
said a word, hadn't tried to remove her hand so Malia felt it was safe to
withdraw her own hand. Slowly she slid her now free hand under Kira's shirt,
lightly rubbing circles on her stomach. "He fingered me Kira, hard and fast;
Peter was amazing, I couldn't get enough. My hips were lifting off the bed as I
tried to take him deeper inside me!" She took a stuttered breath, biting her
lip and moaning low in Kira's ear as she felt her fingers start to move a bit
faster. "See, it's okay to dream about him, Peter can do things to you I can't…
he had you begging, so it's only natural that you think about having him inside
you again. Tell me about your dream, please. I want to hear what he did that
made you touch yourself."
Kira finally paused, it was weird to hear Malia talk like this, like everything
was normal about this. She couldn't deny that Malia was very aroused, both
while sleeping and again as she recounted her dream. Nor could she deny that
she had been fingering herself the other day, while dreaming of him.
"It's okay, I want to hear it. Talking about it helps, if you talk about it,
you'll understand it better."
"Yo-you really aren't bothered by the fact that a dream about him turned you on
so much?" Kira whispered.
"No, because dreams are dreams, you can't help what goes on inside your head.
Tell me? I promise if you talk about it, you won't be scared of it when it
happens again. It will be so much easier," Malia pushed. She could tell that
Kira was at least thinking about it, her fingers hadn't stopped moving yet;
Malia kept encouraging her with a roll of her hips now and then too.
"I guess I can… are you sure you're okay hearing this?"
"Tell me about how Peter fucked you, please?"
Kira swallowed, Malia's voice was low and husky and lust was just pouring off
of her. Maybe she was right, Malia didn't seem bothered by the dream at all, so
if she talked about it, maybe it would get easier. "I don't remember the
beginning that much, just that I was upset and scared… He had me pinned against
the bed and he was touching me-"
"Who was? Say his name," Malia cut in, her hand now moving to play with the
waistband of her pants.
"P-Peter was touching me. All of a sudden, I remember just getting turned on
and then my hands were trapped over my head and I was completely naked… P-Peter
was too. Just like that he thrust inside me and told me to enjoy it."
"Can I?" Malia asked, voice barely audible. Her fingers were ghosting along
Kira's slit and she'd gently removed Kira's hand from her own pants so she
could focus on the dream.
In response, not trusting herself to actually say yes, Kira closed her eyes and
opened her legs a little wider.
"Good girl, keep telling me."
"Peter was thrusting deep inside me, rolling his hips and hitting my g-spot, he
was sucking on my breasts and neck. Oh god he was so big, I never felt so…"
Kira moaned as Malia took the subtle hint, sliding a third finger inside her
easily. With her eyes closed, the image of the dream was vivid, Peter bent over
her as he lifted her hips up. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she whispered,
hips jerking at the fingers inside her. "Peter fucked me for what seemed like
hours, I don't even…I just remember him, thrusting inside me, sucking at my
skin. Mmm Peter," she moaned.
Malia was rumbling and smiling to herself- her dad's plan had worked! She
hadn't really thought that it would, surely the memory of it would be too
painful and awkward. But maybe because Malia had been so forward and open, it
put Kira at ease. There was no denying the state of arousal she'd woken up in,
and she confessed it was because of Peter. If she did this right, and didn't
mess it up before Kira fell back to sleep, she'd get to see him in person,
soon!
"Peter, oh g- Peter," Kira cried out softly. Her eyes flew open, realizing what
she'd just said but Malia shushed her with a kiss, fingers flexing inside her.
Confusing images of Peter and Malia flashed through her mind, she wasn't sure
who she was supposed to be thinking of, but with the fingers curling inside
her, it wasn't long before Kira was surprised by an orgasm, her body tensing
for a moment before going slack, moaning loudly into Malia's mouth.
"That was so hot," Malia groaned when she finally pulled away a few seconds
later.
"It was weird, why did you have me do that?"
"Trust me, the next time you have a dream about Peter, you won't be waking up
scared. And if you aren't waking up scared, then you won't really need that
medicine stuff anymore. Once you stop taking that, you'll go back to feeling
normal and not sluggish. I just want to help, and that's the only way I know
how to make the nightmares better."
"But it's about Peter…"
"It's a dream, it's fine. I don't want you to wake up again smelling like shame
over something you can't control. Now, I'm actually settled down enough to fall
back asleep, are you going to be able to?"
Kira nodded, "Yea, I'm actually feeling super relaxed after that." Kira
snuggled up to her girlfriend again, still feeling a bit awkward about what had
just occurred between them. There was nothing she could do to change it now
though, she'd officially gotten off to her girlfriend fingering her while she
recalled her previous dream about Peter. But maybe… maybe that really was okay.
Maybe it would help Malia and Kira in the long run, help them to reclaim their
sex life, since Malia would probably never forget what Kira let him do that
night at the cabin. Hopefully her girlfriend was right about this, and it
actually helped the two of them…
She was still weighing the pros and cons of everything as she drifted off to
sleep, so it shouldn't have surprised her when she started dreaming of him.
This time though, she was the one standing next to her desk, and she was naked
and Peter was the one lying on the bed. Immediately she covered herself and
looked away, blushing furiously.
"Don't be shy Sweetness, I won't hurt you. I just want to give you what you're
craving," Peter drawled, ending his sentence with a sigh. "Why don't you just
look then, since I can tell you're a bit shy." He waited until Kira was facing
him again and he started to stroke himself, legs spread wide.
Kira kept her hands over her private areas but once she turned to look, she
didn't really want to turn away. She'd never actually watched a guy masturbate
before, it was interesting.
"You can come closer, I know you want to feel me inside you again."
Automatically her feet stepped closer, hands falling to her sides, this was
just a dream, like Malia said. Already she noticed that she wasn't feeling
particularly scared, just awkward and nervous. It wasn't bad to just let this
happen, at least then it wouldn't be a nightmare.
"That's it, you can be in control," Peter whispered, reaching out to her with
one hand. Slowly, surprisingly without any struggle at all, she took his hand
and climbed onto the bed. He pulled her over his stomach and rested his hands
on her hips, "How do you want it?"
Kira blushed and looked over her shoulder, at the wall, "I… I don't know… I've
never… Malia usually calls the shots. Oh god, I'm talking to myself, I can't
even decide what to do in a creepy dream with Peter of all people!"
"Then it is okay if I start?" Without waiting for an answer he reached down and
rubbed her clit with his thumb, middle finger playing with her labia. She
jumped a bit, not expecting him to just touch her suddenly but she stayed put.
"Crawl up here," he whispered, lightly tugging at her thigh with his free hand.
Peter grinned as she slowly scooted forward, up to his chest. "Keep coming."
"You want me… that high?" Kira squeaked out.
"Yup," he answered. Knowing that she needed a bit of help, he used both of his
hands to pull her hips up, moving her until her knees were on either side of
his face, legs tucked under his shoulders. "Perfect, you remember this right?"
Slowly he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. His tongue flicked
out and rubbed her clit, causing her to jerk slightly; he pressed harder, mouth
opening wider so he could suck on it. Peter felt her begin to relax, her thighs
weren't clenched anymore and she sank down a bit. As he pressed his tongue
lower, splitting her open she gasped slightly; he started to rumble, glad that
she was just letting this happen. Malia must have been pretty convincing to
have her be this malleable. He started to work faster, tongue lapping at her
and one hand reaching around to rub at her clit. When she finally tilted her
head back and moaned, he used his other hand, guiding hers to his hair.
Apparently that was the secret, she carded her fingers through his hair and
relaxed more, thighs sliding open so she could press down on his tongue.
Cautiously she rolled her hips forward, fingers tangled in his hair; Peter used
the movement to lift his head, pressing his tongue in as far as it would go. He
moved his head in a small nodding motion, letting his stubble press against the
very inner part of her thighs and Kira moaned louder. Her hand started applying
a small amount of pressure, making his nods a bit bigger, timing it with the
roll of her hips.
This was new for him, he'd never been content to just let someone else work him
at their own pace. It had always been about what he wanted, and then he just
took it. But he needed to let Kira see that she was special to him, that he'd
wait for her. So he licked and sucked, following her cues to move faster or
slower, to go deeper or to focus on her clit. It was absolutely fascinating for
him to watch her unwind on top of him, slowly realizing the power she had over
him right now. Kira was panting and moaning, leaning back now, finally letting
him take back control as she came closer to the edge. His focused his mouth on
her clit and pressed two fingers inside her, knowing they could reach deeper,
move faster. As he flexed them, Kira's moans went up an octave turning into
almost screams. Peter worked, sucking and thrusting until minutes later she
finally came, walls pulsing around his fingers, legs going completely slack.
Carefully Peter eased her off of him and positioned her against his side. He
rubbed her sides and whispered into her ear, "Whenever you want it, all you
have to do is say my name. I'll always come when you call me." Peter actually
smiled when she snuggled closer to him, an actual smile, not a smirk or a know-
it-all grin.
"Peter," Kira mumbled, just before falling asleep completely.
***** A Repentant Wolf *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter is making good progress on his relationship with Kira; Malia
     and Peter get in some quality face-to-face time; Derek finds out
     about the Claim! Kira gets pissed but Malia and Peter diffuse the
     situation.
Chapter Notes
     We get some feelings going in this chapter hahaha Peter apologizes-
     what?!?! We learn a little more about Kitsunes (mostly that I just
     kinda threw together hahaha). Things are getting serious though!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
-Next Morning-
"Hey, Babe, I've got to go… Dad goes back to work today and he wants to see me
before he leaves," Malia said softly.
"Hmm? What time is it?" Kira mumbled, not even opening her eyes.
"It's seven. I didn't want to leave without waking you- I figured that might
scare you."
Finally Kira opened her eyes, "Thanks, I would have totally freaked out. You've
always been here when I've woken up, since the… you know."
"Yea. How did you sleep last night… I know I kinda woke you up in the middle of
the night but… after that, did you fall back asleep okay?" Malia asked.
"I…" Kira paused. She hadn't woken up in a nightmare, in fact she felt pretty
rested; she thought back, trying to recall any dreams that came to mind. That's
right, she had 2… one before Malia had woken her, and one after they had, well,
been naughty. But the first time was just talking and that she just drifted
back off to sleep, it was the second time that made her blush a bit.
"You...?"
"I slept fine actually. I didn't have a nightmare before our late night
adventure, and I slept through the night afterwards."
Malia smiled, hugging her girlfriend. "That's good, and all without that
medicine stuff! I can already tell, you aren't nearly as sluggish."
"Honestly… I think it's because of what you said? I… I dreamt about him,
Peter."
"Before or after?"
Kira flushed, "Both. I can't help it, I swear, he's just there- in my mind. The
first time, before we woke up, he was with me. We talked about some stuff? I
don't really recall right now, it will probably come to me later. But I just
drifted off, never even woke up because of it. The one after though…"
"Was it a bad dream?"
"No, not at all," Kira admitted. Shyly she reached over and slid her hand up
Malia's thigh, all the way up until she was able to firmly squeeze her butt. "I
really think what you told me helped. I felt awkward and stuff but it wasn't a
nightmare at all- I told myself that it was just a dream and that none of it
mattered."
Malia moaned lightly at Kira's forwardness- she'd never touched her like that
in the morning and it was nice. "Wanna tell me about this one too?" The Coyote
asked, snaking her arms around her girlfriend, lightly rolling her hips.
"A-are you sure? I don't know…"
"Afternoon then? If just talking about it once turned something that used to be
a nightmare into an okay, just mostly awkward dream, then I want to continue.
I'll be back after my Dad leaves, promise!"
"Derek is supposed to be here to check on me though…"
Malia rolled her eyes, "And he won't tell your mom anything. Trust me, if we
start getting hot and heavy with him in the house, he'll move out of hearing
distance. Then after he excuses himself we can go into detail."
Kira thought about it for a solid minute before finally nodding her head, "Yea,
why not! I feel so much more relaxed, now that I might have a way to conquer my
bad dreams! Plus, it helps me feel closer to you." She smiled and blushed,
cuddling into Malia's side.
"Yea, I feel that way too, 100%."
"You… this is a stupid question, I know it's stupid but, I guess I just have to
hear you say it… we aren't ever going to tell anyone about this right?"
"About what? The nighttime sex in your parents house or the dreams about
Peter?"
"The dreams about Peter, well more specifically, that you got me off while I
was recalling it. I don't even want people to know about that first dream, when
I…"
"You mean the one that was so amazing you'd starting touching yourself in your
sleep?" Malia whispered huskily into Kira's ear.
"Yea, all of that, we aren't going to tell right?"
Malia kissed her lightly, "No, it will be our little secret. In fact, all of it
could be our little secret. You don't have to tell anyone about the dreams if
you don't want to."
"Well they kinda already do know, at least a little bit. I mean I did get that
stuff to take from Deaton." Kira sighed as Malia finally climbed over her and
started to get dressed.
"Okay, so they know a little bit about it, but it's whatever. I mean when Erica
visited, she didn't ask about it right?"
"No, we just watched Netflix, talked about which actors and actresses we liked,
stuff like that."
"See, they don't want to ask because they know it's private. I'll be back later
this afternoon, okay? Love you," she told her as she gave her a quick peck.
"Love you too," Kira answered before Malia disappeared out the window. She
sighed to herself, knowing that she shouldn't really go back to sleep, not if
she wanted to get back on a normal schedule. And the best way to wake up was
with a shower. Knowing that she wasn't going anywhere, Kira just grabbed a
fresh pair of pajamas to change into and went into her bathroom. As she
undressed, she let the water warm up- she hated cold showers, even after a very
hard day of training. When she climbed in, she remembered the other morning,
how Malia had pressed her against the wall. She also recalled the dream from
last night and how towards the end she had actually been in total control for a
bit.
"They are just dreams," she whispered to herself as she stood under the stream
of water. But still, as she washed her hair, she kept flashing back, knowing
that she'd wanted to make everything up to Malia. Experimentally, she slid her
hand down, lightly inserting a finger between her lips. She leaned against the
wall and closed her eyes, steadying herself as she just relaxed, thinking of
how Malia had licked at her. As she started to work her finger faster, images
of Peter cropped up- the two of them on her bed as he made her orgasm. "Mmhmm,
oh, Peter…"
Of course, Peter had been listening, always keeping a part of his mind tuned to
their bond. He had told her to call whenever, and it sounded like she wanted
him. He lowered himself down to the forest floor, leaning against a tree and
concentrated, willing a projection of himself to her. He was surprised to find
himself in her shower- she was awake and calling him? As he took in the scene
of her leaning up against the wall, legs spread just slightly with her hand
occupied, Peter bit down on his knuckles to hold in a groan. Instantly he
shifted his projection so he was naked, then stepped closer, hands gently
embracing her as he pressed up next to her, "Need some help with that?"
Kira's eyes flew open and she started to scream, registering the presence of
someone in here with her. But a hand softly, firmly, covered her mouth, "It's
just me, I promised to come when you called right? And if I'm not mistaken, you
just moaned my name."
Her heart was pounding, Peter had gotten in the house? When did he even open
the curtain, she hadn't heard anything! Sure she was a little preoccupied but
not that much! Carefully he removed his hands and moved in front of her, arms
coming up to pin her against the wall.
"Don't look so afraid, I swore I'd never hurt you, that I'd come when you
called me. It looks to me like you wanted to have a little fun in the shower- I
can help with that if you let me." Peter licked his lips and pressed his hips
forward, erect cock nudging her hand. She jumped but he shushed her, one hand
coming off the wall so he could cup her cheek. "Will you let me?" It was a lot
to hope that she'd actually say yes, but she hadn't started screaming yet. She
was probably still trying to process if he was really here or if this was just
a really intense dream state. But they were clearly making progress if she had
willingly touched herself, while all alone, and had ended up thinking of him.
Kira was trembling as he pressed in closer, terrified that this was real. But
it couldn't be, she would have heard him come inside, and he had never been
this gentle with her in the cabin. This was dream-Peter, her special coping
mechanism, her gentle Peter… Really she should just force herself awake, finish
her shower and go eat but… she couldn't. Everything inside her right now was in
conflict, parts of her were screaming to push him away but then other parts had
her spreading her legs and whimpering. When Peter reached down and nudged her
hand aside, so he could start in, she realized which side had won- as soon as
she thought about it her legs had shifted and the pleading whimpers she heard
weren't just in her head. Even if she wanted to say no right now, knew that she
should say no, she thought of all the hurt looks on Malia's face when she was
denied and she just couldn't. Peter wasn't Malia, he had no right to her body,
not even her dream-Peter, but that guilt was still there.
Peter started rumbling when Kira just melted beneath him, legs falling open;
she was conflicted, it was obvious, but she wasn't pushing him away or
struggling so he went for it. "Such a good girl, opening up for me," he
praised, wanting her to know that she'd done the right thing. Since she was
already wet, his fingers slid in easily, working quickly. Kira was miles more
important than his meeting with Malia but he knew that he couldn't keep his
daughter waiting long before she got pouty. He had time though, since he did
have to wait for Mr. Tate to leave. Kira must have really been on edge, the
moment he starting flexing his fingers he tossed her head back and let out a
high-pitched exhale, sinking down onto his fingers more.
Dream-Peter was good at finding her sweet spot, instantly her excitement
doubled as he made her feel good. She threw her arms around his shoulders to
stay standing, one hand tangling in his hair. Everything felt so real, she just
let go completely, tugging at his hair, lifting a leg up to curl around his
thighs. As he quickly pushed her over the edge, she screamed in ecstasy.
Peter was panting hard, even though he tried to hold back, he ended up
orgasming when she screamed. Kira seemed to be just as spent, her legs like
jelly; he lowered her to the floor, peppering her face with kisses. Things were
a lot more intense when he had a projection of himself there with her,
manipulating her awake-mind instead of her sleeping-mind. "Like I said,
whenever you call, I'll be right here. When you're more focused, next time I'll
reward you with information on being a Kitsune, how does that sound?"
"'K," she panted out, letting her arms drop from around his neck.
"Until next time Sweetness." With that he left her, slowly coming back to his
consciousness. Peter groaned at the wet spot in his boxers, nothing he could do
about it though. Instead of fretting about it, he looked at his watch, he had
20 more minutes before Malia would be free. Might as well just stay where he
was, make sure there weren't any annoying Pack members hanging around to keep
an eye on her.
Back in the shower, Kira finally caught her breath, that had felt too real! But
right after Peter dismissed himself, she was alone again, no rustling of the
shower curtain or the opening of a door. Plus she had felt him… ejaculate onto
her legs but when she looked, there was nothing. Even if she was half sitting
in the stream of water, it wouldn't have all washed away by the time she'd
opened her eyes. Just a dream, a very vivid dream while being half asleep in
the shower. Shakily she got back to her feet and finished rinsing out her hair.
The rest she could do another day; she dried off and got dressed, already
planning her breakfast because suddenly, she was hungry.
Just as she was finishing up with her breakfast, she heard the Camaro pull up.
When she opened the door to let Derek in, she could see that he felt a little
out of his element. "Come on in, you want something to eat or um drink? We have
juice, and I know how to work the coffee machine, kinda…"
"No thank you, I ate at the loft, I wasn't sure what time you might be getting
up so I didn't want to inconvenience you." Derek entered and shifted from foot
to foot… he had no idea how to do this, but he knew that the teens all needed
to go to school.
"Um so…should we go sit?" Kira asked, gesturing over her shoulder to the den.
"We can watch tv or something, how does Days of Our Lives sound?"
Derek paled, he didn't know a lot about shows but even he knew that one!
"That was a joke! I don't watch soap operas… I'm always at school during the
day so like, I couldn't watch them even if I did like them. We'll just channel
surf."
"Oh right, flipping through is fine with me," Derek chuckled. He followed her
into the den and sat on the couch, willing himself to just relax- she was Pack
after all.
*Malia's House*
"Love you too Dad, I'll see you for dinner," Malia promised, waving as he got
into his car. She stood there for a moment, studying her surroundings,
pretending to watch her fake dad leave; the Pack had no reason to hide any
surveillance so Malia assumed the coast was clear. Hurriedly she went and
opened the window in her bedroom, letting Peter know the coast was clear to
come in. Her nails were in her mouth as she waited, knowing that he wasn't
going to show immediately after she opened the window. He was cautious and
wanted to do his own checking, the window just meant she hadn't seen anything
obvious so he was safe to come investigate. But she was nervous and excited,
would he want to talk first or should she pose for him, lay out on the bed,
naked. He did say that he wanted to reward her but that didn't mean he wasn't
going to do it his way. Occasionally he'd ask, like the last night but not
always. Malia didn't care though, she was seeing him for real, in person, and
that's all that mattered. In the end, she sat down on the edge of her bed and
waited, buzzing with excitement. When she heard him rustling through the glass
she bit her lip and ducked her head; her hair fell over the right side of her
face and she looked up at the window through her lashes. Peter told her that it
made her look shy and innocent whenever she looked at him like that; he found
it erotic since he knew he'd raised her to be just as manipulative as him.
As he leapt through her open window all at once, he looked at his daughter and
sucked in a breath. Peter strode over to the bed and pushed her onto her back,
knees coming up on either side of her hips, "You know what that look does to
me."
Malia tilted her chin up and away, baring her neck, keeping her voice feathery,
"I'm sorry Daddy, I was just waiting for you." She sucked in a gasping breath
and called forth a flush on her cheeks and neck as Peter pinned both of her
hands over her head, sliding his knees open further so he was settling more of
his weight on her. An excited shudder passed through her as Peter started to
growl with desire. For the moment at least, he was willing to indulge her, play
along with her act- she must have done really well then. Usually he ordered her
around (which she loved anyways) but he was letting her tease him a bit.
"Hope you don't like this shirt too much," the Wolf commented, free hand
clawing open the front to expose her chest.
"Daddy –gasp- no, don't," Malia cried softly, even though she arched her
shoulders to push her chest up. She felt herself get wet as he roughly fondled
her chest, giving off weak, fake moans of distress. As she pretended to
struggle, Malia rolled her hips, creating friction for Peter. "No, what are you
doing?"
Peter had unbuttoned his pants and yanked his fly down, quickly pulling himself
free of his boxers. "I'm going to fuck you, what's it look like?" he growled
out as he clawed at her pants. Peter knew that Malia was twisted- he'd made her
that way; he taught her to love pain and blood, so it would excite her the same
as it did him. So it really wasn't a big surprise that she liked to play out
some light rape fantasy with him, especially since she played the dominant one
in her relationship with Kira. He let go of her wrists with his other hand to
fully move her pants and underwear out of the way. Malia lithely twisted onto
her stomach, skillfully grinding her ass against him before she let out a fake
cry and tried to crawl away from him. The Wolf stood up, sliding off the edge
of the bed and let his pants drop before he grabbed her ankles, yanking them
out from under her and dragging her to him. He laughed as she "clawed" at the
bed weakly; once he had her hips over the edge of the bed, he wrapped her legs
around him and gripped her hips, thrusting into her in a swift motion. Her legs
tightened around him and she moaned loudly, arching her back to lift her ass
further into the air.
"Does that feel good, having my thick cock in your pussy? Tell me how much you
like it."
Malia gripped the sheets as he rocked his hips, "Oh Daddy, harder, fuck me
harder." Once he'd actually penetrated her, all thoughts of role-play left her
mind, she wanted him and was going to let him know how much she loved it. She
rumbled and growled, rolling her hips in time with his deep thrusts; his claws
were digging into her hips and tears were leaking out of her eyes as her body
tried to keep up with the waves of pleasure he was creating in her loins. She
screamed out when she finally orgasmed, body going rigid as it rolled over her;
Peter kept thrusting, still good to go since he'd come from being with Kira.
Malia mumbled nonsense into her sheets as he stimulated her super sensitive g-
spot, muscles still quaking from a moment ago. She didn't want him to stop but
it had been so long since he'd been inside her, she was still putty and
couldn't time her movements with his.
As he got closer to his own orgasm, Peter bent forward over Malia, roughly
gripping her hair, pulling on it to get her to arch her back. He bit down on
her neck, over her Claim scar to strengthen it before quickly pulling out,
semen coating her ass. He held onto her with his fangs until he started to go
soft, finally pulling back and lowering her hips back onto the bed. It had been
awhile since he'd re-Claimed her and he figured he should do it since he was
here in person. Quickly he bent down and pulled his pants back up, smirking as
he took in her quivering form on the bed. She was still rolling her hips
lightly and her limbs were shaking as the residual effects from her strong
orgasm slowly faded.
"That –pant- was so –pant- fucking amazing," Malia managed to say after a
minute. "You always fuck me so good in my dream state but it is nothing
compared to what you do to me in person. How much longer do we have to hide
it?"
"We have to wait until Kira comes to me, when that happens we can leave Beacon
Hills and I can have my way with both of you as often as you'd like," Peter
answered. "Do you still have that soap I gave you?"
"Yes, in my bathroom cabinet," Malia informed him, still deciding if it was
safe to stand.
"Good, go shower and be sure to use it everywhere, it will completely eliminate
my scent from your body. Then feel free to head back to Kira's house. And by
the way, you are doing an excellent job with Kira, she actually called me to
her, after you left."
Malia's eyes widened, getting to her feet, "She did?!"
"Yes, she was in the shower with her finger inside herself when she moaned my
name. I went to her of course… she didn't technically voice her consent, but
she didn't say no either which means that all of our hard work is paying off.
If things keep going this way, I'll have her won over before she realizes she's
pregnant. It started off slow, once she got home from the hospital but
everything is just falling into place. We can't get too far ahead of ourselves,
one step at a time- we stick to the plan!"
"Yes, of course," Malia agreed.
"Good, now go and shower, I'm going to leave the area and hopefully get some
more time in with Kira. I don't want to push too hard but, I can't help myself,
I'm just drawn to her, I have to have her. But I haven't even needed to force
myself on her, not in a rough way, not since that first night."
"I'll keep making her talk about her dreams with you, I think that's helping to
reset everything in her mind to a happier experience with you."
Peter nodded, leaning in to kiss her before heading to the window, "Keep doing
what you're doing. If something unexpected comes up, I trust you to do and say
the right thing. I trained you well enough." With that he left her to go
shower, hurrying through the woods to his car.
*Kira's House*
They'd been watching some show, Derek didn't even catch the name of it, for
about an hour before he decided he needed to ask. He shifted on the couch to
look at her, hoping he didn't have a stern look on his face, "So, Kira… I know…
how have you been dealing with everything so far? I know Deaton gave you that
infused Belladonna powder to help you sleep."
"Oh… is that what it is? No wonder he had to tell me to not take it so much…
I'm handling everything better than I was I guess. I'm not going take the stuff
every night anymore, so that's improvement right?"
"You don't need it every night now? That's really good. Are the nightmares
fading?"
Kira bit her lip, Malia had said that no one else needed to know but Derek was
an experienced Were, he'd know if she lied to him. "Well, last night was the
first night I didn't take it and…" She could feel heat on her cheeks as she
blushed, once again seeing Peter between her legs.
"It's okay, you don't have to feel ashamed or anything, you've been through
quite an ordeal… the nightmares are totally normal. Just know that we're here
and we're doing everything we can to prepare for Peter. We won't let him hurt
you again."
"Yea, Malia's told me the same thing, I know you're all working hard… But is it
possible that Peter isn't going to do anything? Maybe he didn't know who we
were and he's already left the area…"
Derek shook his head, "No, Peter hasn't been this close to Beacon Hills since
after he was resurrected- he's moved back into the area for a reason. His
motive isn't that hard to figure out, he wants revenge for us killing him. It's
totally possible he didn't know that you were in the Pack when he attacked you,
that you were just in the wrong place. But once he starts his surveillance
he'll see you two and will want to finish what he started. I don't want to
scare you... I just… I think it's better that you're fully informed."
Kira sighed heavily, shoulders drooping forward; that was when Derek noticed
the faint scar in the crook of her neck. "Kira… what's that? I thought Kitsunes
fully healed like Werewolves did…?
"What's what?"
He leaned forward and moved her hair out of the way, getting a closer look;
when he recognized the shape he narrowed his eyes and lightly pressed his nose
against her skin. It was faint, but unmistakable- Peter's scent. He'd given her
a Claim Bite? No wonder it had faded into a scar and not just healed
completely, a piece of Peter's essence was tied to her now. "Kira, can you tell
me about these nightmares?"
"Um… ok... I guess…" she mumbled, feeling weird with him being so close all of
a sudden not even sure what to think when he'd sniffed her.
"Oh, sorry, I was just… you have a scar and I'm not used to seeing those on
creatures like us…" Derek answered, scooting back to give her space again. "I
don't want to make you uncomfortable but, I think it's something we should talk
about- you don't have to get super detailed or anything."
"Yea, it's… I understand. Malia has had me talk about them a few times. It's
weird though, they changed…"
"Changed how?" Derek asked, nervous now.
"Well when I was at the hospital and had a few nightmares, they were all
repeats of what happened at the cabin… without going into details. It was like
I was reliving it. But then when I came home…" Just stay vague, Kira told
herself, it's okay that he knows at least a little about the nightmares, he
just doesn't need to know exactly what they are about. She cleared her throat,
"When I came home they were different. They were taking place in my room and…
the things… they were new, not like the stuff from before just in a different
setting. Everything about it was different."
"Does… um does Peter talk to you more in the new dreams?"
"Yea, it's weird, that's weird right?"
Derek nodded absentmindedly, "I um, need to make a call, I'll just be right out
front for a few minutes."
"Oh, okay sure." She watched as he quickly went out front, a worried look on
his face. Was he concerned about her dreams? All the 'other' stuff aside about
them, and as much as he set her on edge, Kira preferred dreams where he talked
to her rather than the torturing stuff. Kira stood, thinking of getting herself
a glass of juice when suddenly she was overcome with nausea- she ran to the
bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time.
"That was awful…" she mumbled to herself, feeling a cold sweat come over her…
she'd never gotten sick before, ever. It was a miracle that she even knew that
she was going to throw up like that. "Why are my legs shaking…?" she whined to
herself, feeling scared. Mom had told her that Kitsunes didn't get sick, so
surely that also covered throwing up… The time from before was just her being
absolutely ashamed and it wasn't like this at all. She contemplating calling
Derek back inside, not knowing if the shaking and cold sweats were even normal
when it came to getting sick like this… "I don't wanna be alone," she
whimpered, closing her eyes.
"Hey, you're fine," Peter told her, just suddenly appearing behind her and
rubbing her back. Softly he pulled her hair back and rubbed small circles on
her back. "Getting sick ever really sucks, but when you've never been sick
before it's even harder- doesn't matter how old you are." Peter frowned as he
scooted closer to her, hating the way she was shaking. He'd instantly picked up
on her severe discomfort and fear from their bond, he wasn't going to let her
be alone.
"I've never thrown up before, am I dying?"
"No, no shush, you aren't dying, if you were it would be that black nasty
stuff. Sometimes you just get sick, even being a supernatural creature can't
protect us from everything." Like with morning sickness. Odds were a lot
better, it usually wasn't every morning and it wasn't triggered by certain
smells, but it still happened. Of course, he couldn't tell her why she was
getting sick… but he could at least reassure her.
-Outside-
Derek messaged Lydia, saying it was important that they talk right now. He was
pacing the lawn as he waited for her to call…
"Derek, what's wrong?"
"Lydia I…oh god, I hate to bring this up, I promised I'd never make you talk
about it but…"
"But what?"
"I need to ask you about your nightmares…" Derek said. He heard her suck in a
breath, "Not like detailed or anything but… I'll start with a question, is that
okay? You can just give short answers, like I said I don't need you to tell me
details that would make you uncomfortable…"
Lydia leaned against the sink, having gone to the bathroom to make the call.
Maybe she could use a little more privacy though… She went into one of the
stalls and closed her eyes, back against the side wall. "Okay yea, I'll do my
best to answer…"
"I'm sorry, it's just important. When you first had nightmares, were they…
recollections of the actual event?"
"Yes."
Derek sighed, hating to ask the next question, "But after awhile the nightmares
changed right? That's what kinda made you confused about everything, before the
sudden fugue states that started?"
There was a pause on the line before she answered. "Yea, the dreams changed…
before, I was out on the lacrosse field, with… him. But later, suddenly, the
dreams were taking place in my bedroom. On top of that, it was all new, Peter…
I know now what it was but back then, it was weird that he kept trying to talk
to me. He forc…. Things still happened but it wasn't… it never felt like I was
just having a flashback, it all felt new. Why? Why are you asking me this?"
"I… Peter Claimed Kira. She has the same scar you do, it's Peter, I could smell
him," Derek choked out.
"Oh god no!" Lydia sobbed, hand flying up to her mouth. Kira had been Claimed?
Did that mean she was having visits in her sleep? "Derek, you're asking
because… She's having dreams like I was, isn't she? The different ones right?"
"Yea… I asked her about them, after I saw the scar. She said the same thing as
you. In the hospital she would have nightmares about the actual night, but then
after it shifted to her bedroom. Peter's been talking to her… I didn't ask
about what, I felt like that would be too uncomfortable for her to tell me."
"What do we do? We have to tell her, before she starts seeing him when she's
awake too- if she sees him when she's conscious that means he has a strong hold
over her! Derek you have to tell her! I'm going to message Scott… maybe you
can… I know by the time we found out what he did to me… it was too late. But it
hasn't been super long, maybe Deaton can save her…"
"Lydia…I… you haven't…?"
"No, I haven't had any visits from him, and all of the lapses of conscious
action I've had lately have been because of my Banshee nature and not him. He's
obviously found a new toy to play with… We have to stop him!"
"Hey, calm down, it's okay. I promised I'd protect you… Even if… Just because
Peter Claimed you doesn't mean…" Derek sighed, not really sure how to say what
he was feeling. "I won't let him hurt you, I won't! After school just come
immediately to the loft, I'll be with you okay? I won't leave you alone. If it
ever seems like you're having one of those dreams, I'll wake you up okay?"
"Yea… okay… It's been a long time since I've seen him but it still brings me
chills knowing that he could just… be here, whenever the fuck he wants. I don't
like it! And now he's trying to get his claws into Kira as well."
"We'll save her, and I'll find a way to free you too."
Lydia sniffled, trying to control her feelings, she didn't have time to cry.
"I'll see you after school. I'll tell Scott to wait awhile, since I know you
have to explain things to Kira but, good luck."
Derek sighed and went back into the house, eyes narrowing in confusion when he
heard light whimpering.
-Inside, Peter's POV-
"I think it's passed," Kira said, flushing the toilet.
"Here," Peter came forward and gently washed her face with a damp towel. "Let's
go sit out on the couch."
Kira nodded, taking a moment to rinse her mouth out with mouthwash before
letting Peter tuck her under his arm and lead her to the couch. He brushed her
hair out of her face again and laid her back, "Just rest, you'll feel like
normal again in just a minute." It hadn't been easy, getting sick for the first
time at 17- she had the shakes and sweats, the next few weeks were going to be
just awful for her… He'd try to comfort her as best as he could. "Why don't I
help you feel better? Like I did earlier?"
She bit her lip…Derek was outside and he'd be coming back in any moment… Why
was she even considering this? Sure, she felt like crap but that didn't mean
she should go to dream-Peter after something like that…
"Trust me, it will be okay." The Wolf could tell that something was holding her
back, he'd have more luck persuading her if she wasn't fully unconscious. He
reached forward and cupped her face, kissing her while overriding her
consciousness and knocking her out. Of course, she didn't even realize the
difference, since he just kept them on the couch instead of setting the scene
in her room. "I'll make you feel good, I want to make you feel good." Peter
shimmied her shirt up so he could lightly suck on her nipples, hand going into
her pants.
Kira just relaxed against the couch, telling herself that she deserved to be
spoiled a bit after all the other crap that'd happened.
"Yes, you deserve the best, only the best. I should have done things the right
way but I had no way to get close to you…"
"Do what the right way?" she asked as he slowly massaged her g-spot. Everything
was feeling pretty good right now.
"What I did to you before, you didn't deserve that. I told you I'd treat you
like a queen and you have no reason to believe me after what I did. When I come
to you, you're scared and nervous at first, and that's my fault. I'll make it
up to you, I will!"
Kira sat up then, pulling his hand away, "What are you talking about? The… the
stuff that happened at the cabin… no… that wasn't you- you're dream-Peter!
Dream-Peter is gentle and loving."
"I am," he assured her, kissing her. "I can be gentle in person too, with you I
will be. I won't ever hurt you again. I promise." He was on top of her then,
arms pulling her in close as he licked at her mouth and pushed himself between
her legs.
She moaned and lifted her hips against his, "Dream-Peter won't ever hurt me."
"What happened before won't ever happen again, I'm so-" Peter began before
suddenly he was forced from her mind as she was jolted awake. Peter sat up from
his mattress, roar of frustration coming from him. Sorry, he was going to
actually say sorry! She needed to understand that the two Peters were both him!
Kira was trusting dream-Peter to make her feel good and he wanted her to know
that the real him would too. If he apologized for before, maybe Kira would
start to forgive him- she'd understand that she was just special to him. He'd
never had time for conventional relationships before, he couldn't just walk up
to her and introduce himself. Even if she didn't know who he was, he was 11
years older than her, under normal circumstances she wouldn't have given him a
chance. So Peter took what he wanted from her, set up the vacation and the
spell so he could impregnate her. Claimed her so he could visit her afterwards
and win her over; if he hadn't had been so violent that first time, maybe she'd
trust him more. He had made her watch as he hurt Malia, paralyzed her so he
could have his way with her and then hypnotized her. Sure… if he wanted to, all
Peter had to do was take over her mind and have her run to him. He could
hypnotize her into loving him but that wasn't what he wanted! Peter trashed the
room as he realized just how much he wanted her to accept him. Needed her to
forgive him and come be with him of her own free will. For fuck's sake he'd
been apologizing, he had never, in his 28 years, apologized for anything. At
least not sincerely… but with her, he had meant it… and he didn't even get to
say it.
-Kira's House-
Derek roared when he'd realized that Kira was asleep on the couch, whimpering.
It was Peter, he was with her in that dream state, hurting her!
Kira jerked awake, sitting up and looking around; when she saw Derek standing
there she blushed furiously and looked down at her lap.
"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you too bad right?"
"I… what? How did you…?"
"I know it was Peter, you were awake when I went out to make the phone call,
not even a bit tired… I came back inside and you were passed out and
whimpering. He probably forced you asleep so he could…" Derek stopped, not
wanting to say it out loud. "I'll make him pay for it, all of it."
"Derek… what do you mean he forced me asleep? I… What's going on?"
He sighed heavily and looked down at the floor, "I don't really know… how to
say it… there is no way to just break it to you gently… Peter has Claimed you."
"No, it's okay, I smell like Malia again, I washed his scent off of me. Malia…
she had to explain it to me during… Peter had made a comment about how I
belonged to him or something and I didn't understand. She told me that scent
marking is important, and that because we were dating, she had a Claim on me,
so she marked me with her scent. Peter was covering all of that up but it's
fine now."
"No… it isn't. Malia was right, what Peter was doing, was the first step to
Claiming, but… I only told Malia part of it… I didn't tell her the whole thing,
she's- you're both too young and I didn't want her to try and do something too
soon."
Kira felt herself go cold, "What then?"
"There is scent marking and then there is actual Claiming. Nowadays, scent
marking is respected, Claims aren't needed, that's why I didn't tell her, I
haven't told any of the Weres… you're all too young anyways. Haven't you
noticed the scar?"
"I… yea, I did…but I didn't want to ask anyone, I figured it would go away
after awhile…"
"It will never go away. It's a Claim Bite. Peter, he… He marked you with a bit
of his essence, that was why I smelled you earlier. It's faint, since it's only
a small part but… that part of your skin smells like Peter- it always will.
When he bit you like that, poured a piece of himself into you… he Claimed you."
"No, no, I'm dating Malia, she's covered me in her scent again, it's fine!"
Kira argued.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry…"
"What does that even mean? Make it go away! Can't Malia just… go over it?! I
don't care if we're too young, I want to be Claimed by Malia!"
Derek felt a sharp ache in his chest as Kira started sobbing, confused and
angry. "It doesn't work that way… She can't override his Claim, not while he's
alive… people, Weres and Druids alike, have tried coming up with a way to erase
a Claim but nothing has been safe… the person has always died… We did
everything we could for Lydia but-"
"Lydia's been Claimed too? I thought we were safe!"
"It was awhile ago, back when he was an Alpha still, before we killed him. We
had no idea that he had! We didn't find out until she started going insane,
literally. She was losing her mind, seeing him when he wasn't there, he was
visiting her in her sleep and doing horrible things to her! By the time we
found out, she'd already been forced into helping him resurrect himself- he'd
used the bond to manipulate her."
Kira started to feel lightheaded, it was hard to breathe, Peter… Claimed her?
He forced himself on her, forced his essence into hers so they'd be bonded?
And… wait, the dreams… weren't just dreams? "He's been visiting me, the real
Peter has been visiting me?! This whole time?"
"Yes, from the sounds of it, ever since you came home from the hospital. I
don't know what he wants… I wasn't expecting him to Claim you, he had no reason
to…"
Kira just sank to the floor and sobbed; Derek made a move to try and comfort
her but the front door banged open.
"Kira, baby what's wrong?" Malia asked, rushing into the house to find her.
"It's real, all of it is real! The dreams, everything!"
Malia froze, Derek had seen the mark… oh god, how was she going to fix this?
Just then Derek's phone dinged and he read the message.
"I… Scott wants to talk about what this might mean, Kira… I…"
"Go ahead and go, I'll take care of her, we'll fix this," Malia told him. As
long as he was out of the house, Malia could try to set things right.
Derek nodded, hoping he didn't look too relieved. He felt awful, being the one
to break the news to her but she needed to know so she could start fighting
him. But Malia was obviously more prepared to handle her girlfriend in such a
delicate situation than he was.
Malia hugged Kira close, both of them just on the floor, "It'll be okay, I
promise."
"No it won't, he Claimed me Malia, I belong to him, just like he said back at
the cabin… I don't want to belong to him!"
"I…" Malia wasn't sure what to say. Peter was trusting her to deal with any
problems that might come up but she wasn't ready for them to find out yet!
She'd have to take a gamble and hoped it paid off. If not, Peter would probably
kill her for messing it all up. "I know he did…"
"What do you mean you know?!"
"Peter has been visiting me too and-"
"Why didn't you say anything Malia!" Kira cried out, absolutely confused as to
why her girlfriend would have kept this from her.
"I was doing it to protect you! He visited me at the hospital, he hurt me until
I was begging for him to kill me. He told me that he wasn't ever going to stop,
he was mad that I took you away from him! He said that he'd visit you and make
you regret leaving him. I begged him not to, telling him that he could do
whatever to me as long as he didn't hurt you…" Malia was sobbing with her
girlfriend now. "H-he told me that he didn't want to hurt you at all, but that
you needed to understand that you'd been bad by running away. He said that if I
talked to you and that you didn't resist him, he'd be gentle. That he just
wanted to talk with you, explain everything."
"Like what?"
"Kira, you're special! So very special! I know things at the cabin were awful
but… I mean, think about it… a lot of the physical torture was done to me. I
know he… he did things that you didn't want him to, but… Peter told me that he
just wanted you so bad! Kira, he said that he could teach you things! Things
that your mom hasn't told you… I just thought… I thought if I took the brunt of
the bad stuff, he'd be good to you. I figured he'd be able to teach you and
that you wouldn't even have that big of a price to pay… that's why I lied,
about them being dreams- I didn't want to scare you. I thought, he'd teach you
and then take his price out on me… Then after we managed to kill him… we'd both
be free… And you would have learned about your powers."
The Kitsune stared at her girlfriend, Malia had been trying to protect her this
whole time? "Is that why… he's been so gentle with me?"
"Yes, he's always telling me about how special you are- Kira, he promised that
he could give you anything you ever wanted. I know… I know you don't really
trust him, he hurt you really bad but… ever since the dreams started, hasn't he
been sweet to you? He's just confused with how to show it, but trust me, he
talks about you all the time when he comes to me. He wants you to forgive him."
"But now he's hurting you! How can I forgive him, for anything?"
"I don't… Kira, he's Claimed you, that means he can have you whenever he wants.
He's set his sights on you… if you just accept him, he won't ever hurt you
again- if you forgive him, he'll do anything for you! I… just… think about what
it means. Tell him to teach you more! You'll see that he's being sincere about
it, he wants to help you understand your powers."
"No, fuck all of that! Peter! Peter come here right now!" Since she knew it was
all real now, she'd be facing the real Peter when he came to her. Suddenly
everything went black as she fell unconscious. Luckily she was still sitting
down with Malia so she didn't crash to the floor.
"Kira, what happened?"
As soon as she opened her eyes, she flew at him, throwing punches, wishing she
had her sword still! "Get the fuck out of my head! Get out of Malia's head!
You're a fucking monster and I hate you!"
Peter stumbled back at the sudden attack, dodging her wild punches before
finally grabbing her wrists and pulling her to his chest. "Who told you? I was
planning to-"
"Derek saw the mark you gave me, told me about how you did the same thing to
Lydia! And now Malia told me that you're hurting her! Just to make sure that I
don't push you out of my mind!"
"I did Claim Lydia awhile back, but what I did with her is nothing like what I
do when I'm with you. I Claimed her to use as a backup, Kira, Sweetness, they
were going to kill me! I knew they were planning that. She was my safety net."
"You were being a monster!"
"No I wasn't! All I was doing was getting revenge for my family, something
Laura and Derek were too scared to do. I killed all the people that were
involved in setting and covering up the fire! I was just setting things right.
I… I've already admitted to you that I had urges, I told you about my family… I
thought you'd understand."
"You're just manipulating me!"
"No I'm not, I swear I'm not. Earlier, when we were on the couch, I was trying
to apologize. Kira, I'm sorry, so very sorry," Peter finally said, dropping to
his knees while holding Kira's wrists. "I didn't… I saw you and I knew, you
were the one for me. You are beyond special, I can sense so much untapped power
inside you. We can be perfect together! I didn't know how to… approach you, so
I took you from your campsite and did things to you. But I'm trying to show you
that you're special to me."
"Dream-Peter…"
"Yes, that's right, I was sweet and loving, I meant all of that. I'll treat you
like a queen, you'll never want for anything."
"I want you to stop hurting Malia! And to leave me alone! You're a liar! You
promised to teach me things-" Kira cut herself off. That wasn't what this was
about… no, she hated Peter… even if he had been there for her earlier. Hated
him, despite all the times he'd made her feel good.
"I will teach you, I promise. I wasn't lying. And… I won't hurt Malia anymore…
you know the truth now so it doesn't matter… I was just frustrated… and since I
wouldn't hurt you… I hurt her…"
"What do you know about being a Kitsune?"
"I know enough to teach you. Can you create FoxFire yet?"
"Yes…"
"Show me," he said, standing and leading her over to the bed. He sat beside
her, glad that she'd at least stopped trying to attack him. All the time he'd
spent with her had made her confused- she was just angry right now but he could
fix that.
Kira sighed but held up her hand and focused. After a moment a few sparks
jumped from her fingertips.
"Is that all you can manage right now?" he asked.
"I… yea, I only just started to learn…"
"Okay, it's similar to how Wolves control their shift. For us, it's finding an
Anchor that keeps us centered. For you it will be a little different- you need
to find something to tie to your spark, literally. Something that when you
think about it, it just excites the power within you and you can channel that
energy better. Think of it as… right now, your energy is asleep, so it's hard
to pull together. But when you find your Anchor, it will ignite everything,
wake it up."
"How am I supposed to do that? I've never felt anything that just made my
energy wake up…"
"Well before you weren't trying to wake it up. Here," Peter stood her up and
positioned himself behind her, hands covering hers. "When do you feel the most
comfortable, or the most powerful?"
"When I have a weapon in my hands…"
"That makes perfect sense, Kitsunes have enhanced coordination, even greater
than Wolves. I think it's to help balance out the fact that you don't get claws
or fangs to help defend yourself. So… Let's use your Tail, it makes the most
sense. It's been forged into a weapon and has a lot of power for you to focus
on." He materialized the shuriken into his hand before passing it to Kira.
"My Tail!"
"I've been keeping it safe for you, I promise. Now, hold it in one hand and
just, feel the power awaken inside you. Bond with the Kitsune spirit inside
you."
Kira held her shuriken close, free hand still outstretched; when the obsidian
touched her hand she felt a jump in her power, just for a second. So she closed
her eyes and just concentrated on the feel of it in her hands, recognizing that
it was her first Tail. She could feel her energy expanding inside her suddenly,
opening her eyes when Peter exclaimed. Giant arcs of electricity were jumping
from her outstretched fingers, tendrils were even working their way up her arm.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Now try to rein it in, so it's only jumping from one or two of your fingers,
just… feel connected to the current."
"Okay, yea…" She let out a breath to focus herself and pulled the electricity
back into her body, focusing her energy on just her pointer finger.
"Good girl! Now fully awaken it, let it just explode out of your body, covering
you completely," Peter told her, taking a step back.
Again, Kira focused, but she found it was so much easier now, the energy was
ready to just pour out of her at the slightest thought. She watched in awe as
the electrical current swarmed over her, shrouding her. Then after a moment,
she sucked it all back in, putting the energy back to sleep as Peter put it.
Excited, she spun around and hugged him, pulling away after a moment.
"I told you I could teach you. I started this all the wrong way but I'm
determined to show you that I'm the right person for you. I'll even bring you
your Tail back, as a show of good faith… well, one of your Tails."
"You'll give me my Tail back?! Wait, one of?"
Peter lifted her hand, the one still gripping the obsidian, but now there were
two there. "You just mastered your FoxFire and earned your second tail. I
guarantee when I check on the real, physical Tail, there will be a second one."
"How? I thought…"
"A Kitsune, because of their proclivity for weapons, always end up earning
their first Tail with some sort of hard material as an aid. Yours was obsidian,
others can be metal, or even wood. At first it might not look like much but
still you hold onto it until you can see a weapon taking shape. Your father
forged this one for you, it was easy since it was too small of a piece to turn
into a sword, or even a kaiken like your mother's. But once you form your first
Tail out of whatever material, each subsequent Tail will be a duplicate of the
first. Your spirit materialized the second Tail, letting you know that you've
earned it."
"I have two Tails now?"
"Yes Kira, you do."
"You… you really helped me get my second Tail? I…"
"Like I said Sweetness, I just want to be the perfect Mate for you. I may not
actually be a Kitsune, but I will teach you everything I know."
"But in return… you want me to accept you…as my Mate…"
Peter cupped her cheek, "Just say yes to me and we'll start our new life
together."
Kira stepped back, shaking her head, "I can't! You're going to hurt the Pack,
you want revenge for them killing you…"
"You don't have to be involved with that if you don't want. I know that my
revenge doesn't include you. I won't make you do anything against them, I
swear."
"I… I still can't… You hurt me, and Malia…"
"Okay, I understand, you need more time. My promise still stands, if you ever
decide to call me, I'll come to you. I can feel your emotions, whenever you're
upset or scared, I'll be right by your side, comforting you. You are my Mate,
even if you don't accept me as yours, I'll forever treat you like mine. I'll
drop off the Tail later. But you can't tell the Pack I'm coming, if you try to
set a trap, that just means I won't be able to return it. Can you do that?" It
was technically withholding information from the Pack but if Kira agreed to
this, then he knew that he had a good chance at winning her over still.
"Okay, I won't tell…"
"Good girl," Peter cooed. He flashed his eyes at her, reaching out to her
Kitsune spirit, specifically not calling forth the usual hypnosis- he wanted to
communicate with the Kitsune, not turn Kira on. Her spirit responded, he could
see her aura surrounding her as her eyes flashed back. The Kitsune part of her
recognized that Peter was nurturing her powers and had already accepted him as
her Mate- now he just needed her Kitsune spirit to convince her Human side.
That was the beauty of Kitsunes, they despised being tricked and would hold
grudges for centuries, but they would remember every kindness done to them and
always repaid favors. Earning a Tail was one of the most sacred things a
Kitsune could achieve, it was the source of their power after all, so each one
was coveted and special. Kira's Fox spirit recognized the sincere intent behind
Peter's actions, the promise to teach her more, and accepted his price of being
his Mate. Satisfied with that for now, Peter nodded his head at Kira and let
her wake up.
Kira sat up, looking around, disoriented for a moment.
"Kira, what happened, you just passed out all of a sudden…"
"I had a talk with Peter… so I guess I fell asleep."
"Oh… did… did everything go okay?"
"I'm not sure… you aren't mad at me?"
Malia frowned, "Why on Earth would I be mad?"
"Because I got to have nice dreams with Peter while he hurt you in your dreams…
That Peter treats me like I'm special?"
"No, I'm not mad, because you are special. I would never hold something like
that against you because I actively made that sacrifice for you. I just want
your happiness, I never truly Claimed you, I missed my chance, it wasn't right
for me to try and Claim you. Peter is older, he's affluent and can provide for
you, he's brilliant and cultured- he knows about Kitsune, a creature that
originates in Japan! He's the better Mate for you, I'm a Werecoyte that still
has trouble adjusting to what being in a Pack means."
"I don't want to think about that right now, can we not think about that?"
"Yea, okay, we won't talk about it just… please don't dismiss the idea just
yet. Like I said earlier, did Peter kill us at the cabin? No, he didn't… so
don't dwell on that."
"He was going to kill us if we hadn't escaped, if you hadn't gotten loose
before he dosed you too."
"Peter was never going to kill us, he gave us a Claim Bite, why would he do
that if he planned on killing us? And… I didn't… escape."
"What?"
"Kira, he let us go, after he dosed you with that tranquilizer, he had a talk
with me. He told me to take good care of you, because he'd be coming back for
you. I didn't understand at first, more eager to just get away. But he told me
that I had to tell everyone we escaped… I didn't dare defy him, the look in his
eyes…it scared me. We can't tell the Pack either… if they find out, I think
he'll be forced to hurt them."
"He's already planning on hurting them!"
Malia shook her head, "No, he really only wants to hurt Scott, the Beta that
betrayed him. The others are innocent. But if they find out that he let us go,
they'll understand that he's got plans for you and will attack him. He's strong
Kira, he'll kill them all if that happens."
Kira wanted to argue, say that they should call Derek immediately with this
update but her throat closed up, her tongue wouldn't form the words. Was she
really going to hide this information from the Pack? The more she thought about
it, the more she realized that yes, she should keep it a secret because Malia
was right, her throat started to relax. Apparently she couldn't tell Scott or
Derek even if she wanted to… Kira sighed and stood up, "I'm ready for a nap,
just a nap, nothing else from anyone…"
"Okay, we'll nap," Malia agreed easily, following her upstairs. As they climbed
into bed, Malia realized that she had contradicted herself… She had said that
Peter was hurting her, mad that she'd taken Kira away from him but just now she
was truthful in saying that he let them go… Thankfully Kira had a lot on her
mind and didn't notice it… hopefully she didn't make the connection later.
True to her word, Kira kept all that information to herself –she didn't even
say a word about Malia having a Claim Bite as well. Three days later (without
any dreams of Peter), after having a Pack meeting with everyone, she went
upstairs and flopped down on her bed. As her hands settled under her pillow
they brushed over something. "What?" When she pulled it out she had to hold in
an excited shout- it was her Tail! Peter actually returned it! Well, he
returned one, but this was her first one, not the second, she could just tell!
Her first one was her stronger one, she knew that much. Still, she lifted her
pillow just in case he had left the second Tail as well. Instead of a shuriken,
she found a note.
What happens next isn't your fault, it's just what needs to happen. I'm not mad
at you, I need you to know that.
Kira sucked in a breath, that meant he was planning something! She snatched up
her phone and pulled up Scott's name, ready to call, but then she hesitated… it
wouldn't be right of her to call, Peter said he wouldn't make her pick sides,
if she warned Scott he might take that as a betrayal… It was weird but for some
reason, Scott and the others weren't feeling as much like Pack anymore… Kira
put her phone down and tucked her Tail into the special box her mom had given
her. She'd wait it out and see what happened first…
Chapter End Notes
     Forewarning for my next chapter, things are gonig to be really dark.
     As I've commented to some people (but I know not everyone reads
     through those so I'll add it here) this fic is going to be a Peter-
     centric fic, he's the star of this series so he's going to win in the
     end. Not Scott and his pack XD Hope everyone is ready for that in the
     future.
     The next chapter will go back to Peter and his sadistic nature, but
     not with Kira, with Stiles. Prepare yourselves now!!!
***** The Wolf Makes a Move *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter kidnaps and tortures Stiles. Then he sends a message to Scott
     (Warnings in the notes, spoilers too since, well, warnings).
Chapter Notes
     Sooooo fair warning to everyone that wants to read this chapter, it
     focuses on Peter and Stiles. This warning contains spoilers for the
     end of the chapter but I'd rather warn people of what they are going
     to read rather than avoid spoilers. Peter tortures Stiles a bit
     before finally raping him, giving him the Bite at the same time. Not
     long after that, he does it again only this time he records it to
     send to Scott as well as giving Stiles a "tramp stamp" across his
     lower back. There is no going back for Stiles. Also, Peter briefly
     tells Stiles the truth about Malia, and how their relationship is, so
     there is mention of how early Peter started his intense relationship
     with her.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
*Ten days later*
Peter was sitting in the big tree in Stiles's backyard, just waiting. He had
been hoping to put it off a little longer but since Derek had found out about
the Claim Bite, he had to make a move. It had been nerve-wracking at first
since they all swarmed around Kira and tried to protect her after they'd
learned about the Claim. They of course had assumed that Peter would attack
right then, go after Kira maybe, since the element of surprise was lost- which
was exactly why he had waited. Poor Kira was just upset and on edge- it was
Lydia that had finally gotten them all to back off, giving her space again. The
past week and a half had gone by slow, he'd returned Kira's first Tail to her
and every time she was hit with a bout of morning sickness, he was there. She
valiantly tried to ignore him the first few times he'd shown up but after the
second time, Kira was just tired of getting sick without knowing why so she
clung to him and let him leech her nausea. Peter had been surprised that Kira
hadn't even asked him about what his note meant, she was resigned to stay out
of it. A few nights he'd even took the chance to visit her, just to lie there
with her and gauge her reaction. Every time she'd huff and turn away but after
awhile of not being able to fall back into a complete sleep, she'd roll over
and lay her head on his chest. They'd stay like that, the Wolf just softly
rubbing her back as she listened to his heart and eventually fell back asleep.
Peter didn't even try to talk to her, just wanting to be there, get her used to
his presence. But it was time for action, even though he didn't have Kira and
Malia safely spirited away. Ideally he would have waited until Kira was with
him to attack but, he wanted to keep the Pack on their toes. And that's why he
was sitting in a tree, listening in on some teenagers. Stiles was working hard
to figure out Peter's plan while everyone else waited on pins and needles for
something, anything to happen.
He'd set up the van a few blocks over, and had a secure path leading through
secluded, pet-free backyards so no one would see him with Stiles. He knew that
the Sheriff was always working, all he had to do was wait for his chance to
strike once the Pack activity around Stiles died down. He smirked to himself as
he heard Scott finally say goodbye. The 'special' Alpha had stayed over for a
long time, listening to Stiles's theories on what Peter might be planning and
how soon. Now he was off to talk with Derek and Chris- Isaac was supposed to
stop by in a little while, just to check in. Peter would wait until the Beta
had come and performed the check, knowing Stiles would be alone for at least
another hour afterwards. He didn't want them to know that he was this close
after all; if he got kidnapped right after Scott left, they'd be even edgier.
The Wolf smirked to himself as he thought about Stiles's theories- the kid was
pretty smart, very good at deductions, but they were still very unaware of his
big picture plan. They may have figured out that he'd given Kira a Claim Bite
but they didn't even know about Malia yet, they didn't know that he actually
wanted Kira. The only thing they knew for sure was that he wanted revenge and
he was twisted, taking pleasure in torturing others; so of course, they all
thought he was mindlessly torturing Kira. The Kitsune had been good too, not
even divulging that her so called nightmares with Peter weren't that awful.
It took about 30 minutes for Isaac to pull up in front of the house- finally!
Peter's skin was starting to itch from the concealing powder he was wearing. It
wouldn't be long now, soon he'd be able to wash off and have a little fun. Of
course he couldn't go all out though, Stiles was strong but he was still only
Human, he could only take so much punishment. Isaac stayed maybe 15 minutes,
Stiles being very adamant that he was safe and didn't need a babysitter all
night. Trying to appear capable, just like always. Stiles knew he wasn't
invincible but he didn't want to be a burden on his friends either, so he tried
to act strong. Of course Peter was able to anticipate that Stiles was hoping to
get taken. Not out of any secret need for a thrill, but because he was smart
enough to know he was the easiest target to get, while also being a very
important piece. The teen wasn't arrogant enough to think that the Pack would
crumble without him but that if he was taken, Peter would still achieve
something. Stiles also knew that Lydia was miles smarter than him but that he
was the plan maker, the strategist and critical thinker. The perfect target by
his deduction, but that wasn't why Peter was taking him first. He was only
taking Stiles first because that was what they all anticipated, otherwise he'd
pick a less important member, like Jackson, just to throw them off. If he
followed along with Stiles's theories for awhile, it would lull them into a
false sense of security- that they knew what he was planning next. None of them
could ever devise or understand a long term plan like what Peter had conceived.
Peter waited for Isaac's car to be out of sight and he dropped from the tree,
walking to the backdoor and picking it. He crouched just inside the door,
listening to figure out where Stiles was; didn't take long before he heard the
usual creak of his desk chair. Peter pulled the syringe out of his back pocket,
leaving the cap on until the last moment. As he stole up the stairs, he heard
an angry groan come from Stiles.
"God, this whole thing has been so tense… Scott is on edge and Derek looks like
he's about to snap any second, talk about stress," Stiles mumbled to himself,
chewing on his ink pen. "Fuck it, I should just jerk off or something,
relieving tension should help me focus."
"Too perfect," Peter whispered to himself; he positioned himself near the door,
listening as Stiles typed something into his computer. Stiles was careless, not
plugging in his headphones, feeling secure that he was alone in the house.
Slowly but steadily, the scent of arousal filtered out to him, along with the
various moans and grunts from whatever Stiles was watching. Peter stood,
waiting, until he heard the rustle of pants, the pop of a cap- Stiles was
finally engrossed in the video. Silently he stepped into the room, uncapping
the syringe as he came closer; just as Stiles started to increase his strokes,
Peter pounced. One arm reached around and covered his mouth while keeping his
head pressed against Peter's stomach so he couldn't struggle, right hand going
up to jab the needle into Stiles's neck. Of course Stiles's hands flew up,
trying to hit Peter, but when the needle pierced his skin he stilled, terrified
that it would break off under his skin.
"Smart move," Peter chuckled, pulling the now empty syringe out of his neck. In
seconds Stiles was out, falling to the floor roughly. Peter recapped the
syringe, put it in his pocket and then scooped up Stiles's phone from his desk.
"Time for some fun." The phone went into his pocket, and Peter even cleared
Stiles's browser for him, not wanting the poor kid to be embarrassed when
whoever came to check on him saw the video replaying. Then Stiles was slung
over his shoulder, they disappeared out the back door and hurried to the van.
After Stiles was safely tucked in the back, Peter softly dropped the teen's
phone into the bed of some business truck. Now the Pack would be off on a wild
goose chase, hoping that Stiles had managed to hide his phone from Peter and
that they were tracking him. Hopefully that would mean they would focus more on
the GPS trail than the lack of a scent trail Peter left behind. If Derek picked
up on that, he'd go into super paranoid mode, knowing that his uncle was
sneaking around, undetectable by their noses. But he'd deal with that if it
came to it, but for now he had work to do.
He drove Stiles to a remote, emptied warehouse over an hour away; while he was
still knocked out, Peter shackled his wrists and ankles, attaching all four
limbs to pins in the floor. He gave him a few links of extra space, so Stiles
was free to squirm around but not enough for him to fully go up on all fours.
Then he arranged his tools on the floor, a few feet in front of the teen, just
so he could see what might be in store. Peter crouched down and waited, it
shouldn't be too long before he could start in.
A few minutes later, Stiles groaned and flexed his fingers, keeping his eyes
closed to ease the dizziness; he coughed and tried to roll onto his back. When
he heard the metallic clink and registered the weight on his wrists, he sighed.
"Really, chains? I thought these were just for Weres on the full moon."
"How do you know I haven't Bit you?"
"Because you aren't an Alpha, and tonight isn't the full moon either," Stiles
coughed out. With a resigned sigh, Stiles finally cracked open his eyes to take
in the situation. Peter was crouched in front of him, a row of objects on the
floor between them. "So, finally made your move eh? Torturing the weak link…
I'll admit, you're a little faster than I thought but, I won't be telling you
shit. Either kill me, or let me go."
"Stiles, I'm embarrassed, you figured it out, that I'd come for you first- I
should have anticipated this. What good am I if I can't even come up with a
plan that would stump a 17 year old?" Peter mocked. "And you aren't that good
Stiles, you want to feel brave, strong- but you've never had to put up with
torture. I can hear your heart spiking, your fear is pungent and I'm getting
rather excited." He shifted his weight and spread his knees, showing Stiles his
obvious hard-on. Peter cackled as the teen's heart rate went through the roof.
"Come on, you must have gone through all the photos of my victims- you know
what I've done to people. Did you really think I'd kidnap you just for
information? I mean, I do still expect you to tell me anything I want to know,
but that doesn't mean you'll get off easy if you start talking. So please, feel
free to resist, try to keep that information safe, you'll just increase my
fun."
"Dude, you don't understand how information gathering works, you either torture
me for not giving you information or you go gently because I'm telling you what
you want to know. You don't just tell me that you're going to mercilessly
torture me and expect me to talk now!"
Peter stood up and walked closer to Stiles, laughing cruelly as he struggled to
move, to get some leverage so he could get on his knees. He stepped down on his
back, forcing him to his stomach and knocking the wind out of him. "See Stiles,
you don't really have what it takes- the moment I approach you, you start to
squirm. You aren't strong, you're not brave. You're just a weak Human."
"Fuck you! I'm not going to break that easily!"
Peter ground his boot against Stiles's back, the teen letting out a pained
yell," Do you even know what I want from you?"
Stiles just closed his eyes and clamped his mouth shut, hands clenched as Peter
continued to step on his back.
The Wolf grinned, excited that Stiles was going to play hardball; he crouched
down on top of him, clawed hand gripping his shoulder, "Let's start the fun
then shall we?" He raked his claws down Stiles's back, easily tearing through
the layers of clothes and cutting into skin. As Stiles screamed out in pain,
Peter's eyes flared- he slashed at him again and again until the clothes were
tattered. "Oh my, I've ruined your shirt… guess there is no point in keeping it
on then."
Stiles flinched as the fabric tore even more, the remains pulled from his body;
goosebumps sprang up along his arms and shoulders as he was pressed into the
cold, hard floor.
"I've got to remind myself that you're just a Human, fragile. I can't go to
town on you like I did to Malia. Did she ever tell you what I did to her?"
"No, I wasn't in the room when she was telling the cops, out of respect. And I
haven't asked because I don't want to pry," Stiles spat out through clenched
teeth, the marks on his back stinging horribly. Peter hadn't dug in too deep
though…yet.
"Shame, I figured you would have at least browsed through the police report
like you're apt to do. But I understand, Malia is Pack and what she went
through…" Peter let out a low whistle. "I could tell you all the sordid
details, even reenact some of it with you? Should we do that? I think we should
do that." Peter stood up, going over to his line of tools on the ground. With a
dark smile, he held one up, "Do you know what this is?"
"Looks like a pair of shackles to me."
"Very good, only these are special, not like the ones you used for Malia when
she was still learning control-"
"How did you know about those?!"
Peter fixed his captive with a disbelieving stare, "Stiles, you know that I've
been keeping an eye on the Pack this whole time. Don't try and play dumb. And I
know you think it was Lydia too, since well, we do have history. But then you
started doubting yourself, I mean, Lydia hasn't been in any more fugue states
for a long time now… so how?"
"If you're trying to convince me that there is a spy among us, it's not going
to work! Scott trusts all of us!" Stiles yelled. It was true though, Stiles had
been questioning exactly how Peter was getting his information. He knew it
wasn't Lydia- he and Derek had discussed it a lot since Kira and Malia had been
attacked. When Peter had first started manipulating her, she would lose track
of time, do things without realizing, her mental state was really rocky. Lydia
was nothing like that now, so she wasn't the spy. Of course Derek had also gone
out of his way to make sure they all knew it wasn't him- Stiles had felt awful
about that. He was one of the key finger-pointers back when Derek had first
come back to town… He was so shady back then though! No… shady wasn't the right
word, he was just jaded, hurt and untrusting. It had made him look like a
really good suspect though for awhile. But no, none of them believed that it
could be Derek. All of Derek's original Betas were out as well since Peter was
still dead when they were all Bitten, Jackson had never really come into
contact with Peter either... Chris and Allison were obviously safe from
suspicion. All that left was Kira and Malia themselves, and Stiles knew neither
of them would have gone through something like that for a plan… Kira was
completely tore up about it and Peter was still tormenting her, inside her
mind… but she hadn't met Peter before then so he couldn't have used her as a
spy. Malia was the biggest unknown, but she'd been a coyote for almost 9 years…
she was definitely out of the loop. Besides from the bits and pieces he had
heard, Peter had tore into her pretty good, why would he hurt his own spy?
"See, the issue is, you aren't thinking outside the box Stiles," Peter said
suddenly, seeing that Stiles had reached the end of his conclusions.
"The fuck does that mean? In order to be a spy, it has to be someone inside the
circle! And no one inside the circle, besides Lydia and Derek have any ties to
you."
Peter rolled his eyes," Or it could just be someone you aren't aware of.
Allison may have a copy of the bestiary and Deaton may be a Druid, but the lot
of you really don't know squat when it comes to supernatural beings." Peter
walked away for a second and came back with a mason jar. He held if closer for
Stiles to see, a smug smile on his face.
"Why the hell are you showing me an empty jar? Or are the blades of grass
supposed to be special?" Stiles scoffed. Peter was just being a jerk now,
teasing Stiles about his lack of information.
"Don't be rude to Eko, just because you can't see them," Peter chided,
unscrewing the lid. "Eko is a Polong, which I'm sure you have no idea what that
is. Eko is a very devilish creature, I'm sure just the sight of them would give
you nightmares for the rest of your life. They are specter-like creatures, only
visible to their Master. I bargained with a very powerful Witch to get her to
summon a Polong for me. They feed off of blood, all I had to do was offer them
a bit of mine and now they belong to me. We get along famously, since we have
the same dark urges and desire for blood."
Stiles felt his blood run cold, was there really some kind of invisible
creature in that jar, a minion to Peter? He watched as Peter bit down on his
thumb, then there was the faintest of rustling noises, the grass in the jar
moved. The small trickle of blood on Peter's thumb vanished and in the silence,
Stiles heard a light suckling noise.
"Serangan*," Peter ordered, thrusting his hand in Stiles's direction.
Almost instantly Stiles felt his skin tearing open along his cheeks and neck,
small, frenzied growls filled his ears. The creature tugged on his hair,
scratched deep wounds into his scalp and moved onto his shoulders.
"Kembali*."
Just like that, the assault stopped; Stiles kept his eyes squeezed shut until
he heard the lid of the jar being screwed back on.
"Eko doesn't need much, grass to sleep on, air holes in the lid, and blood. As
long as I give them that, they will do whatever dark deed I ask. They are small
but extremely powerful, hence why only a powerful Witch can summon one."
"You've had an invisible creature spying on us?" the teen asked, incredulous.
"Possibly."
"It's definitely in the range of possibilities, although probably not that
thing. It seems way too vicious to be content just watching us… No wonder you
keep it locked in a jar!"
Peter grinned, "You are smart! I mean, I knew you had potential, that's why I
offered you the Bite a few years ago. You don't know much about Polong but even
after a brief encounter, you've gotten a grasp for how bloodthirsty and cruel
they are. I keep them in a jar because they like it. You summon them to the jar
after all, when it's filled with blood. They make it their home, their safe
space. Eko trusts me to keep the jar safe, to keep them safe. What would they
do if they didn't have a regular place to sleep in? With all the moving around
I do, they'd get confused and lost. Spirits need a familiar place to cling to,
even powerful ones, or else they might lose their tangibility."
Stiles, despite the pain he was in, managed to raise a skeptical brow, "Do you
care for that thing? Because it sounds like you care, and Peter Hale is a
monster incapable of feeling emotion."
"Please, you know that isn't true."
"Okay, you don't have feelings for anyone but yourself," Stiles clarified.
"Eko is my minion, a summoned creature that I can order around. Do I love them?
Not really. Do I find them useful? Very much so. Do they care that I don't love
them? No, because they are a malignant spirit, they do not recognize love. Our
relationship is strictly Master and Servant, as long as I provide for them,
they will do my bidding. Would I miss Eko if I were to lose them? Probably, but
not for long… I'd just have another Witch summon another Polong and I'd be
Master to that one. As it is, I can hardly communicate with Eko, I'm not
Malaysian, we don't speak the same language. I only know their name, and a few
basic instructions. But they are able to feel my intent whenever I sic them on
someone so it hasn't been an issue. But enough about Eko, I believe I was
telling you more about my time with Malia and Kira?"
"I don't need to know the specifics, I already know you're a monster that
should die for the things you've done!"
Peter just continued, ignoring the outburst. "So I would have put these on you
but, they have spikes on the inside, and since you don't heal, I didn't want to
risk you bleeding out too early. I'm sure you would have struggled and tore
your wrists open and then I wouldn't get what I want." He held them closer so
Stiles could see the half-inch spikes. "I had Malia suspended from the ceiling-
can you imagine trying to support you body weight like that?" Peter moved
behind Stiles now, crouching by his hips. "Now, I have to go easier on you, but
let me punctuate the story a little here. Just to get started, after I had both
girls chained up, I mauled Malia's legs."
Stiles screamed as he felt claws tear open his skin again; he was slashed
repeatedly- his legs were on fire.
"I made another mess. Let's get you cleaned up…" Peter removed the tattered
remains of his pants and boxers, walking away out of sight. He came back with a
huge 5 gallon jug, pouring some of the liquid out over his captive's back and
legs.
On the ground, Stiles grit his teeth- Peter wasn't psychotic enough to pour
some kind of acid on him… hopefully. It wasn't steaming so maybe that meant it
wasn't hot water but it didn't look cold either- no condensation; maybe Peter
literally just wanted to wash all the blood off of him? Unlikely but Stiles
could hope. In the split second between the liquid hitting his skin, and the
fiery sensation it created, Stiles registered the strong smell of rubbing
alcohol hit his nose. He sucked in a breath and opened his mouth in a silent
scream as he struggled, muscles tightening against the sudden pain.
"Don't be such a baby Stiles! I'm just cleaning the wounds so they don't get
infected. Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?" Peter cooed mockingly,
putting the jug on the floor.
"Aren't you… going to ask me a question for me to deny?!" Stiles panted out.
"Like you'd really deny me answers… the interrogation comes later, right now,
I'm just telling you a story. Now where was I? Oh right." Peter straddled
Stiles's hip, pressing in close to him. "I needed to leave the cabin for
awhile, but I wasn't about to give Malia a chance to escape. I had Kira chained
up pretty good but Malia had her legs free and I know she was already planning
on escaping." He leaned over Stiles's back, clawed hand pressing right into his
spine; he whispered into Stiles's ear, "I snapped her spine!" The claws dug
into the teen's skin just a bit, "Just a quick jab and twist to this area here
and she was paralyzed for awhile. Oooh just thinking about how she screamed,"
Peter groaned, grinding his hips down on Stiles.
Stiles started sobbing then, kicking his legs weakly in an attempt to buck
Peter off of him. "Get off of me you sick bastard, I don't want to hear you
relive your sick deeds." He choked on his tears, knowing that Malia must have
been in pain, scared- that Kira had at some point been sexually assaulted in
front of her own girlfriend. What was Peter going to do with him? It didn't
seem likely that he'd paralyze Stiles, but… his stomach churned as he felt
Peter's hard-on against his butt. Images of Peter's previous victims flashed
through his mind; the victims had gone through different means of torture but
there was a constant in all of them. The DNA that Peter left on all of his
victims, the sadistic sexual element was always present. It wasn't supposed to
happen like this! Peter wasn't supposed to make his move yet, he should still
be planning, gathering information, feeling out the Pack's strength. Stiles had
figured he'd be beaten, asked questions about their plan of defense and before
it got bad he'd be rescued… but Peter wasn't doing any of that! Peter was
twisted, but he was smart, dangerously smart, he wouldn't risk his plan just to
satisfy his needs on Stiles. Especially not when he could go out and kidnap
literally anyone else with no connection to Beacon Hills to torture in the
meantime. But then Peter climbed off of him and Stiles sucked in a breath of
relief as the Wolf paced around him.
"I guess I shouldn't leave out the details on Kira now, those are the really
juicy ones! I know you know all about Kanima venom, and I do love to hear all
your snarky comebacks so I won't make you ingest any. But, I gave some to Kira
and after she went completely limp, you know what I did?" Peter forced Stiles's
chin up roughly, making sure he was looking into his eyes. "I fucked her mouth,
just slammed inside her over and over. Then I came in her hair, covering her
with my scent. After that I got under her, using my tongue to make her squirm."
"You're disgusting, I thought I told you I didn't want-"
"Yea, yea, you don't want to hear me relieve it all. I didn't figure you for
the type but I mean, if you'd rather hear them tell you…" Peter let go of
Stiles's chin and grabbed his iPod, easily sliding the earbuds over the teen's
ears. He scrolled down to Kira's name on the list and pushed play.
There was some static, the clank of chains moving, then Stiles heard a moan
quickly followed by reassurances from Malia. Tears sprang to his eyes again as
he listened, a light panting filled his ears… Kira moaned and gasped, suddenly
crying out in ecstasy and Stiles shook his head, trying to dislodge the
earbuds. "Stop it! That's not right, Kira didn't enjoy that!"
There was the jumbled sound of Peter fast forwarding, then Kira's voice,
unmistakably clear. "Please, I need more," she begged. Stiles gagged as he
listened, not understanding how Peter had gotten her to say those things. He'd
seen Kira at the hospital, saw how broken he'd made her; she didn't want that,
she wouldn't have been begging like that under normal circumstances.
"Now, since you didn't want to hear me talk about Malia, I'll give you a sample
of her work too. Before I let you hear it though, I'll give you a quick rundown
of the scene." He reached behind him, easily finding the Pear of Anguish where
he'd left it in the lineup. "Does Stiles recognize this fun tool?"
"I… I know what it does, I don't know the name though," Stiles whispered. "They
used it to force people's mouth open and cause discomfort, although it doesn't
take a lot of thought to figure how you might have used it differently."
"Oh, smart- two points to you for going the extra mile. So since you figured
out how I used it, let's hear how well it went over then." Peter pressed play
on Malia's playlist, skipping past where he'd silenced Kira. He laughed as
Stiles gagged and almost threw up as his daughter screamed in pain. "I wish I
had gotten on video, but I usually don't share these things with others. I'm
able to recall all of my victims if I listen to the tapes, I don't need
different angles of the same thing, my memory is enough."
"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Stiles cried out, unable to take any more.
Peter smiled, "I'm almost done, I promise." He switched back to Kira, letting
Stiles hear as he fucked her from behind. Since the volume was plenty loud,
Peter could hear her moans and he palmed himself through his jeans at the
memory. He let the clip play to the end before finally taking the earbuds from
Stiles. Suddenly Peter stood, panting and groaning as he calmed himself down-
he needed to focus right now. After taking a few breaths, he turned back to
Stiles, "Are you ready for the questions now?"
"Oh, we're actually going to do this? I thought you were just torturing me for
the hell of it… Yea, start asking, the more you ask the more I realize what you
aren't aware of," the Human spat out, skin still crawling from what he had just
listened to.
"Well I kinda am doing this for the hell of it- it's a lot of fun. But I do
also want some information. And of course there will be repercussions for you
if you lie or refuse to answer." With that, Peter quickly secured a shock
collar around Stiles's neck, holding the remote out. "I've dialed down the
shock, so it won't kill you, not unless I hold the button down for like 5
minutes and stop you from breathing. See," he pressed down on the button for
about 3 seconds. "Not that bad right?"
Stiles screamed as the shock hit him, the wounds on his legs tearing open again
as he thrashed around.
"So, first question, how many Hunters has Argent recruited? Does he plan on
gathering more?"
Stiles bit his lip, answering that should be fine, it wasn't like Peter didn't
already have a general idea. "So far he has his original 15 Hunters that were
with him, another 8 showed up from some friend. He's waiting to hear back from
two other groups. No reason why they wouldn't send help though, you've upset a
lot of people."
"So, including him and Allison, there are 25 Hunters in Beacon Hills and yet,
I've managed to capture you and hold you here. Don't act like they are
superheroes or something, they aren't going to find you. Argent is good but he
isn't that good. Question two, is Scott desperate yet? Has he asked Derek to
beef up the security at the loft? Obviously he hadn't done it yet, since I
found you at home, but I'm thinking he has a plan to move everyone there as a
safe haven, am I right?"
"Scott…"
"Scott what?"
Stiles refused to answer; Scott had worked with Derek on the loft security but
Stiles didn't know all the details yet. Still, he wasn't going to tell Peter
the little he did know. And yes, that was the plan, but it was for later, for
when they believed Peter was almost ready, not this soon. He was jolted out of
his thoughts as Peter pressed down on the button.
"I have a lot of time to spend with you, but still, I don't like waiting. Tell
me."
When he let up on the shocking, Stiles shook his head, earning another 5 second
long jolt.
"Question 3, how is Lydia doing?"
"What? I didn't even answer your-" his sentence was cut off as he screamed.
Peter rolled his eyes, "Your distinct refusal to answer means that yes, he has
worked on the security. I know that he is planning on moving everyone because
that's your plan. I had just asked to see what you'd say." He released the
button, giving Stiles the chance to talk.
"Lydia… she's fine. Or did you do something to her?!"
Another roll of the eyes, "If I had done something to her, I would have just
told you. That wasn't a misleading question, I honestly want to know what you
think about her well being."
"She's doing great ever since you left her alone," Stiles told him.
"And she's learning about her powers okay? Without me to teach her-"
"What the hell do you know about her powers?" the teen yelled, straining
against his bonds.
"Derek really plays his cards close to his vest. But I mean, he does have a
soft spot for Lydia… I can see how he'd want to protect her. What did he tell
you about Claim Bites exactly?"
"That they are supposed to be between two people that love each other. It
creates a bond between the two of them, so they can stay close no matter what.
It hasn't really been popular lately since there aren't huge Pack wars, no one
is trying to steal Mates or something like that…They were used because it was
almost impossible to turn someone against you if they were bonded to you like
that- harder to kidnap and steal into a Pack. But you corrupted it, turned it
into something bad with Lydia, I know she didn't want it at all but you forced
it on her."
A dark smile played across Peter's lips, "That's not the only thing I forced on
her. One can only give a Claim Bite during or right after sex. You never
realized that she was missing her underwear, or that the dirt under her nails
was from when she tried to crawl away from me as I-"
"Shut UP!" Stiles tried to lunge at Peter but just ended up slamming his chin
onto the floor as the chains pulled at his arms and legs.
"Oh, Derek never told you that part then? I mean, I knew Lydia would never tell
anyone, and like I said, Derek wants to protect her so he must've left that
part out. So tell me, what's stopping me from just giving you a Claim Bite and
letting you run back to Scott? Obviously I could use it to control you like I
did Lydia."
Stiles tried to hide the shudder of revulsion that ran through him… if Peter
Claimed him like that, it would mean… During or after sex… "I… I don't know…"
"Because Claim Bites don't work on Humans."
"Then why the hell did you Bite Lydia?"
Peter curled his lip, a low snarl in his throat, "I'm offended Stiles! I just
told you that I knew Claim Bites don't work on Humans, and yet I gave one to
Lydia, what does that tell you?"
Stiles's mouth went dry, "You knew?"
"Yes I knew!"
"How could you know that? None of us knew that, not even Lydia…"
"Now you're just hurting my feelings- I'm intelligent! I could pick it up in
her scent- it was faint, because she hadn't woken up her abilities yet, but it
was there. Derek is just a Pup that thinks he has all the answers- he couldn't
even tell what Lydia was! But I knew almost immediately. She was the perfect
one to give a Claim Bite to. I could manipulate Scott via my Alpha bond with
him but not nearly on the same level as I could Lydia with a Claim Bite. It's
infinitely more intimate, and I knew exactly how to manipulate it into what I
wanted. You're right of course, under normal circumstances, the bond created
through a Claim isn't like that, I twisted it and made it into a tool for my
own gains.
"I promised to teach her- I know a lot about Banshees, other supernatural
creatures have always interested me. I had found out about her grandmother
early on, so I knew to look out for any family members that the gene might have
been passed down to. I helped her awaken her powers- my teachings came at a
cost of course, but as you heard from Kira just a moment ago, I'm great in bed.
Lydia resisted though, didn't want to learn, wasn't ready to listen. So I
backed off, moved on to other people. She's learned a lot though, she's
stronger… I'm proud of her."
"You Claimed Lydia, knowing all of that… why didn't you try to kidnap her back
then?"
"She wasn't a part of my plan, I can't start a family with her… Banshees can't
mate with anyone other than Humans. The offspring just isn't viable and she'll
miscarry, her Banshee nature rejects it."
"Kinda like how she's immune to the Bite and also Kanima venom?" Stiles asked.
"Exactly!" Peter smiled, glad that Stiles was catching on, waiting for the
implication to hit him.
Stiles paled then, realizing exactly what Peter was talking about, "Family?
You…you want to start a family?! Oh god… Kira and Malia didn't escape did they,
you let them go! Tricked them into thinking they got free and-" A sudden roar
interrupted Stiles.
"Oh how rude, he must have gotten out of his gag, please excuse me," Peter
said, quickly walking away and scowling. He approached a heavily locked door,
opening it with a keycard. He looked at the Alpha bound to a metal table,
secured with Wolfsbane-infused ropes and heavy chains over top of that. "I
thought I told you to stay quiet? I hadn't forgotten about you, I just didn't
need you yet-"
The Alpha roared and cut him off, "When I get loose, you're going to wish that
you'd never met me! You killed my Betas in front of me, my Mate too!"
"Yes, because I didn't have any use for them, and I just didn't have the time
to deal with them trying to come and rescue you. And you are starting to try my
patience as well! I didn't want to do this yet but, maybe I do need to speed up
my process, I can't wait forever- have to strike while they are unorganized."
With surprising speed, Peter rushed forward and tore out the Alpha's throat,
roaring triumphantly as the Alpha power surged through him once more. He was
plenty strong without it, he didn't need to be an Alpha to defeat Scott, hence
why he was waiting. But he did need the Alpha power if he was to be at the head
of his own Pack and not just Malia. Peter had hoped to defeat Scott without it,
just to rub it in his face that he'd lost to a "Beta" but, eh, he was willing
to make that sacrifice. It just meant he could get started on his Pack sooner
than he thought. As he went back out to Stiles, he wiped his hands off with a
towel. Crouching down in front of Stiles, like nothing had happened, he started
again, with a slightly different result in mind. "Question 4, why did you say
no to me?"
"What? No, don't distract me… You told me your plan, that means you're going to
kill me so I don't tell the others… I know that, so you might as well tell me
the rest of it! Did you get Kira pregnant? No, that doesn't matter, they always
hand out emergency contraceptives at the hospitals when something like that
happens."
"I'm still asking the questions, we can get back to my plan after, I promise.
Now, answer the question, I only have a few more."
"Fuck off, I don't even know what you mean!"
"When I offered you the Bite, why did you say no?! I could tell that you wanted
it!" Peter snarled, stomping over and kicking the teen in the stomach a few
times.
"I can't –cough- lie, being super strong, –cough cough- being able to heal like
that, it would be –cough- nice… but I knew if I let you Bite me, I'd be your
Beta. I wasn't going to belong to you," Stiles groaned. Peter kicked fucking
hard, but he had aimed lower than his ribs so at least those weren't broken. He
flinched when Peter stomped away, not knowing what was coming next. He had to
get out of here, find a way to tell everyone that Peter was truly interested in
Kira and not just torturing her for fun. Maybe he was trying to impregnate her
via her dream state? Was that a thing? Wouldn't that make Peter an Incubus?
Hell, maybe that was totally a thing, Stiles didn't have time to worry about
the specifics. Even if he could just get to Peter's phone… send out a text-
even if he died, getting out that information was the most important thing.
Peter was after Kira and he was playing Scott and the rest of them like he was
out for revenge! He never would have thought that Kira was his original target.
Without caring how much noise he was making, Stiles started to pull at his
bonds.
Didn't want to belong to me? I'll show him! Peter thought to himself furiously.
Leave it to Stile to force his hand early- he was going to offer the Bite
again, now that he had the power, but now... now he had other plans. Peter was
going to wait until later, spend some more time with Stiles, not even thinking
about finding Betas yet but… he was already close to the edge because of the
soundtrack, and now Stiles was just begging to be put in his place. He'd
offered Stiles the Bite back then because he knew how lonely it was to be the
only Human- he'd seen it with some of the younger Hales. He wanted to welcome
Stiles into the fold. Plus he was smart, Peter could always use someone like
Stiles. But he didn't press, since Stiles wasn't his end goal, the Argents were
at the time. He grabbed another jar from further in the warehouse, stomping
back over to Stiles. Now that he had the Alpha power, he might as well use it,
whether Stiles wanted it or not this time.
"Oh god, what are you doing? I'm uh… sorry? Obviously I upset you, I didn't
mean to…I wasn't thinking when I said-"
"Don't bother apologizing, you don't mean it. You're just trying to save your
own skin! I don't need an apology, my feelings aren't hurt. You just said the
perfect thing, to push me over the edge, now open your mouth!" Peter yanked the
teen's mouth open and stuffed something inside, clamping his hand down so
Stiles couldn't spit it out before it dissolved.
"What did you just give me? Am I going to die some horrible, painful death?"
Stiles yelped, heart hammering in his chest. It was then that he registered
that Peter's eyes were glowing red! No… he wasn't an Alpha- he wasn't even a
Beta, he was a lone Wolf! When had he become an Alpha again? God, Stiles was
fucked… he'd pushed Peter over the edge and now he was going to die…
Peter paused, collecting himself- if he just flew off the handle, he wasn't
going to enjoy it as much. "I just gave you some Bogle wings- Bogles are a type
of Fae if you didn't know. Fun thing about those wings, they slow down the
brain's perception of time when they are ingested. Everything will take minutes
to pass even though in real time it takes a fraction of a second. Your brain
will process each little moment, but you probably won't be able to do much
besides scream. Maybe jerk around a bit, since your brain is going to be much
busier processing all the things I'll be doing to you. Ah, it's starting to hit
you, good." He could tell since Stiles's pupils were beginning to dilate; it
wouldn't do much good to talk now since he'd have to speak super fast in order
for Stiles to process it properly anyways. As Stiles looked around the room,
Peter went to straddle the Human again, claws slowly sliding down his back
again. It took just a moment for Stiles to begin screaming, but once he started
he didn't stop.
"Good." Satisfied that Stiles was fully slowed down now, Peter roughly unzipped
his jeans and shoved them down a bit. "I'll show you what it's like to belong
to me," Peter mumbled to himself, knowing full well that Stiles would
understand just by the sound of his zipper. He knew Stiles was still a virgin,
that he hadn't been with a girl, let alone bottomed for a guy before. Time to
learn! Peter slipped himself between Stiles's cheeks, letting the teen well up
with dread and horrific anticipation inside his own mind for a moment. Next he
pressed the head of his cock against his tight opening, pausing just enough to
spread his cheeks a little more. Peter let out an evil chuckle and fully thrust
into Stiles then.
Stiles felt like he'd go insane, the feel of those claws cutting through his
skin millimeter by millimeter was agonizing! Slowly he felt his mouth drop open
and his vocal cords vibrate, scream tearing from his throat. Just how long was
this supposed to last? It had probably only been a minute in real time at the
absolute most, even if he were lucky and the effects were only supposed to last
for a few minutes, it would take forever like this. Then he registered a
strange sound, it took him moments to place it since he'd never heard a zipper
being undone as such slow speeds before. Stiles kicked his legs, not even sure
if it was effective or not, was his body responding in normal time or was he
moving slower too? It didn't matter, he had to do something to end this, now!
He squirmed and kicked but Peter didn't seem affected at all, easily, slowly
pressing his cock in between… Stiles could feel the tears rolling down his
cheeks now as he was helpless to stop anything. He screwed his eyes shut and
just continued to scream as Peter positioned himself. Sudden starbursts of pain
rolled through him when Peter slammed inside him; Stiles sobbed and kept trying
to pull away. Even when things were moving slow, he knew Peter had gone in
fast, so his body was processing each millisecond of extreme pain from the
assault. Slow, unnatural sounding grunts reached his ears, his body rocking
violently as Peter…raped him. This was happening, this was really happening...
he was being penetrated by a psychotic Alpha… Not even his worst nightmares
could conjure up pain like this, this slow torture.
Peter didn't even bother to prolong it, knowing that Stiles was going insane
enough as it was. As he quickly orgasmed, he pulled Stiles's arm back, leaning
forward and sinking his fangs into Stiles's bicep, eyes flared red. He kept his
teeth in for a moment before leaning back, cock still inside him. He popped out
a claw and then across Stiles's lower back, purposefully in the so-called
"tramp-stamp" region, he scratched out the letters M-I-N-E.
Ages later, Stiles felt his arm getting pulled back roughly, more of Peter's
weight on his back- what now? Before he could gather enough energy to start
turning his head, he felt the sharp pang of fangs piercing his arm. Stiles felt
a cold ache in his heart- Peter had… Peter owned him now… There was no way that
the fates would be merciful enough to ensure the Bite killed him. No, he'd be
turning into Peter's Beta, trapped under his rule until he could at least learn
enough control to break away and return to Scott. Stiles had turned Peter away
the first time and had gotten away with it… Peter hadn't cared enough to turn
him the first time Stiles had refused. But now, now Peter was even more
sadistic than before… If the thought of belonging to Peter back then was
chilling, now it was nothing less than terrifying. He was drawn out of his
thoughts when he felt Peter's claws in his skin again but this time they
weren't just running down his back. He had to concentrate past the extreme pain
to find out what the Wolf was doing. His mind reeled as he realized the word
that had been carved into his back, the placing of it didn't escape him either.
Shame filled his soul as the reality sunk in- he was Peter's bitch, in every
way. When Peter finally pulled out he sobbed in relief although he was still
completely on edge as he slowly processed the Wolf walking around. At least now
there wasn't any more incoming pain for him to process, just the endless
amounts from what had already been done.
Peter smiled to himself, full of glee at what he'd just achieved. Stiles was
his, in a few hours he'd be transformed. Of course he knew Stiles would fight
him, not want to be his Beta but Peter would beat him into submission quick
enough. Now that he was going to be a Were too, he'd heal and could take a lot
more torture. This would be a low blow, it would debilitate Scott, knowing he'd
just lost his best friend to Peter. No… no he didn't want Scott to know yet,
wanted to keep that for later. But he did have an idea, surely by now they'd
found out he was missing. Might as well update them on Stiles's wellbeing.
Peter went over to a stack of disposable cellphones and turned one on, walking
over to Stiles and checking on him. His pupils were still dilated, he'd have to
wait a little while longer; might as well make use of the time. Peter went and
took the chains from the now dead Alpha in the locked room, carefully handling
the ropes with gloved hands. On his way back to Stiles, he also grabbed his jar
of Kanima venom, placing it all in front of his captive, his new Beta. Then he
just sat on the floor, patiently waiting for the effect to wear off; ten
minutes later, when Stiles's breathing evened out, he spoke again. "So, how was
that?"
Stiles ignored the tears that were streaming down his face, "You sick fuck… wh-
when did you become an A-Alpha again? Why did you Bite me?"
"I Bit you because you let me know just how horrible it would be for you to
belong to me. Once I heard that, well I just had to have you. God, I can't
believe it, my second Beta! We're going to have so much fun together!"
"Se-second Beta? Who…? Kira doesn't count just because you Claimed her…"
Peter stood, unable to keep still at the thought of finally telling Stiles the
truth. He was pacing manically in front of Stiles as he started talking, "Well
you see, I do have a spy, and not an invisible one like I led you to believe
earlier. There is an actual spy in your midst. I wasn't originally going to
tell you since, well, I wasn't sure if I was going to Bite you. But now that
you're my Beta, you won't be able to tell Scott and the others. I'll go ahead
and disillusion you now- you won't be able to disobey me like Scott did. When I
had first taken the Alpha power from Laura, I was still… I'll be honest, I was
still a raving lunatic. The fire… the comatose state I was in all those years,
it had gotten to me. I wasn't in full control of all my powers so Scott was
able to break loose. But I'm better now, fully in control of all my capacities.
I'll have a strong bond with you once you fully transition, and any other
resistance will be met with extreme obedience training. Anyways, as I was
saying; the spy in your midst? It's Malia, my daughter and my first Beta." As
Stiles slowly wrapped his head around the truth, his face made the most
beautiful expressions- Peter would treasure them forever.
"Malia… our Malia… is your daughter? But… Mr. Tate… and… that's how she turned
out to be a Werecoyote…? But… No, she can't be, you… you…?"
"I tortured her mercilessly that night at the cabin. I'll let you in on a
little secret," Peter leaned in closer. "She loves it. Some of it really did
hurt her, but she knew it was for the greater good. Malia lives to please me,
she'll do anything I ask, even if it means she'll be in extreme pain beyond
what she enjoys."
"How… Derek never…"
"Derek didn't know, he still doesn't know that she is really a Hale. He thinks
she's just some random Coyote that you and Scott stumbled across. Her mother,
also a Coyote, didn't want her and I knew I couldn't keep her. Talia never did
approve of my… tastes; she would have tried to shield Malia from my darker
nature. So we put her up for adoption, but I kept my eye on her. I visited her
all the time, keeping her used to my scent. She recognized me on sight by the
time she was 2 and loved to see me- the Tates had no idea I was sneaking into
their house. When she was 6, I talked her into creating this elaborate lie,
that she'd made a friend and was going to have a sleepover. Well Malia did have
real friends, but the sleepovers were lies. Every few weekends, I would pick
her up from school and take her to a motel."
Stiles started to feel cold all over as he listened to Peter. Considering what
he'd just said about Malia loving the torture, that meant he had to condition
her to it somehow…
"That very first weekend she spent with me, I gave her a Claim Bite and-"
"You molested your own daughter?" Stiles cried out, not expecting Peter to be
that much of a sick bastard.
"Of course I did, what-"
"What the hell do you mean 'of course'? That's not something normal parents
do!" Stiles interrupted.
"I needed to keep an eye on her! Train her! It was the easiest way. You might
not understand it but I promise that she was the only child I've ever touched
like that. Malia is my daughter and I love her! It might not be conventional
but she craves me, lusts after me- begs me to fuck her. What kind of father
would I be if I denied her?"
Stiles stared at Peter, was he really hearing this? "You'd be a normal father
who was concerned for his daughter's wellbeing! And she only craves it because
you twisted her mind when she was only 6 years old! How much did she cry and
beg you to stop before she finally just stopped screaming? How long did you
touch her, hurt her, until she finally just snapped and accepted what you were
doing as normal?"
Peter rolled his eyes, "Please, I may not have been gentle with you, but that
doesn't mean I wasn't careful with her. I started off slow. I awoke her inner
Were nature, showing her how to shift, before I started cutting her. I taught
her how to lap at the blood and to hold in her cries of pain. When it came to
actually Claiming her, I told her all about her body, touched her, got her
excited. I had been training her to accept pain for months at this point so
when I finally did penetrate her, the pain only made it that much more
enticing.
"The car crash was very unfortunate. Malia knew how to shift but her control
wasn't the greatest, the shock of the accident forced her into a full shift.
But even in that form I was able to communicate with her, visit her like I did
Lydia. I had her spy on all of you from afar but when I saw how much power
Scott was gaining, I had her approach."
"You mean… all of our interactions with Coyote-Malia were a part of your plan?"
"Of course, what kind of coyote approaches a school, filled with Humans? She
went because I told her to. Although she did have a hard time regaining her
control after she was shifted back, thank you for helping her with that. She's
been giving me all kinds of information on your little Pack. Speaking of Pack,
I should update them." Peter, once again straddled Stiles, ignoring his wild
bucking as he freed himself again.
"No, please no! You're right, I'm not strong enough! I'll tell you more about
what Scott has planned… God forgive me Scott, but I will, just not that again!"
Stiles pleaded, kicking his feet wildly. He gasped for air, his sore, ripped
bottom sending him jolts of pain as he moved around. He couldn't… not again…
"Please Peter, please! I'll tell you anything, I swear I will!" Sobbed wracked
through his body as Peter just teased him, rubbing his cock on his ass.
Peter held the phone up, turning the camera on, finger hovering over the record
button. He checked his angle, zooming in so only his erection, Stiles's ass,
and the fresh 'tramp stamp' were in the frame. "I just need you to do a few
things for me: scream, beg- cry." As soon as Stiles started yelling, Peter hit
the button and thrust into Stiles's abused hole. He made sure to grunt and
growl into the phone's mic as he pumped in and out, Stiles's sobs in the
background.
"Pe-Peter, no! No! Stop!" Stiles screamed, wanting it to end. "St-st-stop! I'm
sorry! I'll tell you everything! No more, please, no more..." He scratched at
the floor and pulled at his shackles, sobbing when he felt Peter ejaculate
inside him.
Just before ending the recording, Peter pointed to the clawed message on the
boy's back and then slapped his ass while still inside him. Then, just like
that he his the button, pulled out and dressed. "Your friends are going to love
that! Mmm got you on camera saying that you'll tell me everything! I'm sure
that will drive them crazy, wondering just how many times I've fucked you."
Stiles froze, heart skipping a beat- Peter had recorded that?! The Pack was
going to see it, they were all going to know what had been done to him… they
were going to see him get raped. "Y-you sick b-bastard, it's not enough that
you stole me away from my Pack… you're going to add insult to injury?"
"Shh, they don't know I stole you yet."
"What? But…"
"All they saw was my dick in your ass, and the little message I clawed into
you. They didn't see the Bite mark, I didn't show them my eyes, and you didn't
even stop long enough to scream out a message for them. Stiles I thought you
were smart?"
Stiles crumbled in on himself, Peter was right. Even if he had known that it
was being recorded, he never would have thought to try and warn them of
anything. He would have been so focused on begging Peter to not send them the
video and crying. He was weak, pathetic! And now he was going to be used as a
tool to break Scott's spirit.
"You stay here and think about how much you enjoyed that, I've got to send a
message. If you're really nice when I come back, we'll do it again," Peter
warned.
"Wh-what if I ask you nicely to not…?" Stiles sobbed out, voice despondent. He
knew now that he was pathetic- Peter had demonstrated that easily. Scott was
going to see it anyways, so it didn't matter if he gave Peter what he wanted.
After just a few hours in Peter's hands, he was willing to grovel, plead, spill
his guts, just to make sure he wasn't violated like that again.
"If you're still a little too sore, then we'll start in on your training, how
does that sound?" Without waiting for an answer, Peter started wrapping the
extra length of chain and Wolfsbane rope around Stiles. He was going to be gone
for a bit, needing to drive away from the warehouse to send the message. Stiles
had a very strong spark inside him, it wouldn't take long for the Werewolf
venom to completely transform him and he didn't want Stiles thinking he could
get loose. To top it off, he spooned a huge helping of Kanima venom into his
mouth, just to make sure he had an extra hard time with it. "Be good, and when
I get back we'll work on your attitude."
Stiles just cried, body numb against the cold floor… Scott was going to lose it
when he saw the video… his dad… oh god his dad! Peter was going to break the
Pack apart without even laying a claw on anyone else… Stiles was being used
against his best friend in a way he hadn't anticipated and he felt repulsive
for it. None of them figured that he'd get another Alpha's power again. He was
an Omega, a lone Wolf, he shouldn't be strong enough to kill an Alpha! They'd
never even bothered to prepare for the fact that Stiles might be Bitten and
forced into Peter's Pack without his consent… stolen, right out from under
Scott's nose. Stiles hadn't even... he knew of course, what Peter had done with
his other victims... but he'd naively thought that, when he was actually taken,
the Pack would save him before the torture ever got that far. That Peter would
hold off on that, not realizing that the Wolf wasn't looking for information,
he was just looking for chaos. Stiles had severely underestimated his
adversary, and now he'd paid the price.
Peter drove a half hour away, he figured after his recent stunt with Stiles's
cellphone, they wouldn't be too eager to just follow the signal. Maybe if he
was lucky, they'd head in the opposite direction, figuring he was misleading
them completely. Either way, they wouldn't stumble across his hideout. Before
sending the message though, he pulled out his actual phone, the one he used on
rare occasions to call or text Malia. He sent Kira a quick message, he had
already had her save his number under an ambiguous name of one of her
classmates. She was still being good and hadn't given his number to the Pack
yet, probably the Kitsune part of her holding back.
*Loft*
Kira's phone went off, and she looked at it, careful to keep her heart beat in
check when she saw the name pop up. It was from Peter, the name 'Reggie'
popping up on her screen.
Something's about to happen, just don't watch okay. It will upset you if you
see it. Stay safe Sweetness.
She sucked in a breath and deleted the message, tucking her phone away. Luckily
no one seemed to notice the quickened pace of her heart, they were all too busy
fighting over how easily they'd been misled. None of them had anticipated that
Peter would use Stiles's phone as a decoy. They figured he'd either break it,
leave it at the house, or that Stiles had managed to hide it on his body. But
they'd raced to the business district, charging into a parking garage only to
find full of trucks. As first Scott panicked- he didn't hear any heartbeats so
did that mean Stiles was dead? But as they zeroed in on the signal, they
finally found his phone… they'd been tricked and now they have no idea where
Stiles might be. Derek had felt like it should have been an obvious trap and
now that everyone had been in and out of Stiles's room they wouldn't be able to
pick up Peter's trail.
Scott's phone when off and Kira stilled, that had to be from Peter… Scoff
barely registered that it was from an unknown number, just opening the message
and looking at it. When the screams filled the room, everyone stopped what they
were doing and looked over. Kira clamped her hands over her ears, closed her
eyes and just hummed loudly, blocking it all out. Derek had to catch the phone
as it slipped from Scott's numb fingers. Erica and Allison turned away,
flinching as they listened to Peter grunting and Stiles screaming, begging.
When the video finished, Scott let out a loud roar and threw a chair across the
room.
"We have to get him back!" he yelled, eyes red as he struggled to control his
sudden anger.
"Derek let me see the phone, I'll send the number to Mr. Stilinski so he can
start a trace," Allison said softly.
"Won't do any good, it's probably from a disposable and already trashed, but I
guess we need to try, might find some sort of clue."
As the group of them stood and watched Scott work out his frustration on the
few pieces of furniture Derek had, no one noticed Lydia standing off in the
corner, a faraway look in her eyes. Peter had decided to watch through her
eyes, instead of Kira's or Malia's since both of them were preoccupied. He had
instructed Kira to not watch, so why would he slip into her mind and force her
to see it just for him; Malia was busy shielding the Kitsune from the worst of
it and wasn't watching either. But Lydia was left unguarded, the perfect
viewing platform.
*Warehouse*
When he finally got back to Stiles, the teen was growling and struggling
against the ropes as they left an irritated trail down his arms and back. So,
he had fully transitioned, good. "Alright Beta, are you ready to start in on
your training? Be a good Pup and listen, don't make me use my Alpha voice."
He just kicked out vaguely, still working on overcoming the effects of venom.
He was mostly able to move but his limbs were still very sluggish. "Just no
more…"
"Yea, I know, no more butt stuff. If you're a good boy we won't have to repeat
that lesson. Sound good?"
Stiles whimpered and nodded his head. The Human part of him knew that he was
being pathetic but the Wolf part just wanted to please his Alpha, felt the rage
from Peter boiling just under the surface. The Wolf part of him did not want to
bring that to the surface, he was already trembling in fear at the thought of
it.
Peter undid the extra length of chain and pulled off the rope but he left
Stiles pinned to the ground. "First question: who is your Alpha?"
"You are Peter."
"That's right. If I let you go, are you going to run back to Scott?"
He looked up, knowing that he couldn't lie, Peter would sense it. "Y-yes… I
would try… Scott is-"
Peter slashed him across the back, "That's for thinking you can abandon me, but
if you had lied it would have been your face. Time to start your conditioning."
Peter attached a thick metal collar to his Beta's neck, ordering him to not
move at all. Satisfied that Stiles was controlled, he quickly undid the
shackles around his ankles and wrists; next he positioned Stiles on his knees,
using a length of chain connected to the floor and the collar to keep him in
place. "Conditioning is easy, all I'm going to do is re-associate the name
Scott with pain, with hatred. When I'm through you won't want anything to do
with him!" He used his Alpha bond to make Stiles recall a memory, just to hear
Scott's voice, then he raked his claws down his chest.
Stiles roared in pain, his body Beta-shifting at the shock; when Peter stepped
back to look at him, he grinned. He knew exactly how to break Stiles now, as he
looked into the glowing blue eyes staring back at him. "Stiles, aren't you full
of hidden talents."
"What?" he panted around his fangs, not used to them at all.
Quickly Peter pulled out his phone then clawed at the teen again to keep him
shifted. He snapped a picture and showed it to him. "You're eyes are just like
mine. Scott would have kicked you out instantly! See, it's a sign- you belong
here with me!"
Stiles looked the picture over, chill running through his body. He was a
killer, a blue-eyed killer, just like Peter. Looks like he'd been responsible
after all- he'd almost believed Scott when he said that the Nogitsune was the
murderer and not Stiles but his Wolf's eyes didn't lie. His heart broke,
Peter's words sinking in… Scott couldn't have accepted him, not for what he
did. The poor teen was so caught up in his anguish that he didn't realize that
Jackson was technically a part of Scott's Pack despite his blue eyes, that
Derek was, that Malia had at least been accepted even if she was only
pretending. He just hung his head and let Peter continue to attack him, calling
forth memory after painful memory of all the times he'd been left behind. At
this rate, it wouldn't take long to completely brainwash Stiles into hating his
best friend, Peter couldn't believe how easy this was turning out to be.
Chapter End Notes
     The Polong is a creature from Malaysian cultures; The little bit that
     Peter said about them is all true based on the information I found.
     They are summoned by a witch, using a bottle filled with blood and
     whoever gives it blood can become it's master. It is also invisible
     to anyone but their master and tales say that they are truly hideous
     creatures. I picked Eko as the name since it is Indonesian and can be
     Masc or Fem, leaving the "sex" of the creature ambiguous.
     *- The two commands Peter used were attack (serangan) and return
     (kembali), both Malay words.
     Also, I know that in the show, typically a photo is distorted by the
     flash coming from a Were's eyes but well, I wanted Stiles to see his
     own eyes and that was the easiest way =P With the combined efforts of
     Peter's really strong Alpha connection with him, as well as his epic
     abilities at manipulation and well, Stiles will break a lot easier
     than anyone would have thought.
***** A Hunter Taken and a Wolf Accepted *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter bonds with Stiles; Allison gets taken and turned; Kira accepts
     Peter! Warnings and more details in the notes section!
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is structured differently than the others because I'm
     fastforwarding the action a bit. Otherwise I would honestly go on
     forever with Peter's interactions with Scott's Pack. This is going to
     be the last chapter of Wolf Beckons before I start up the third, and
     final, section of the series. This one is broken into sections, each
     section focusing on one person. So there is a section for Stiles and
     how Peter has been interacting with him over the course of a few
     weeks, then Allison, and ending with Kira. So that means at the
     beginning of each personal section there will be some backtracking
     instead of lumping it all together and just shifting focus back and
     forth.
     Warnings: Stiles is the perfect Beta, he isn't going to betray Peter
     at any point; they send another video to Scott, one where he pretends
     to die. It's not horribly graphic but I figured I'd let you all know
     there is a staged death. Second, Allison gets taken and Bitten as
     well. So her section focuses on Peter conditioning her into becoming
     a perfect Beta. There is, again, sexual manipulation, torture, and
     brainwashing as well as memory manipulation. Then there is Kira's
     section where nothing overly bad happens to her since she's slowly
     accepting Peter more and more and the Alpha is continuing to be
     gentle with her.
     I normally wouldn't write Stiles or Allison as Weres but in this
     circumstance, with how evil I know Peter is, I will NOT kill either
     of their characters. The best way to assume that they live and
     are..."happy" (if brainwashed...) is to have them become a part of
     Peter's Pack. If they stayed with Scott, they would have been at risk
     and I just could not write a horrible death scene for them. I'm not
     planning on killing Scott either, just fyi but... I might have to
     include some deaths in the final story... just... warning you now XD
See the end of the chapter for more notes
*over the next month*
-Stiles-
Stiles had only taken two days to break down completely, although Peter had
been absolutely relentless, wanting to speed up the process as much as
possible. But Stiles was completely obedient now, eager to please Peter, show
him that he was a good Beta unlike Scott. He was allowed off of the chain, free
to roam the warehouse since he knew better than to try and escape… he didn't
want to escape honestly. Peter was a great Alpha, now that Stiles was willing
to listen. Already, Stiles had mastered his control, although since Peter had
awakened a huge amount of rage inside the teen, Stiles's fangs were almost
always out. But that just proved to Peter that he'd done well; Stiles had
locked away a lot of feelings concerning Scott. Mostly they were his own
feelings of self-doubt, uncertainties, and jealousy- like how Scott had
starting ditching him to be with Allison all the time. About how Scott was
gathering Weres all around him and never even asked Stiles if he wanted to be
included; how Scott just assumed Stiles was happy to be the third wheel when
Stiles needed more from his former best friend. Peter had awoken all of those
feelings, as well as painted Scott out to be a traitor, using the Alpha bond he
had over Stiles. He'd been able to share with him the frustration of Biting
someone, just to see them leave you, then try to kill you. Now Stiles was ready
for Scott's blood, ready to avenge the betrayal on Peter, and show Scott how a
true Beta acted.
Now that he'd been properly conditioned to behave as Peter's Beta, Stiles was
ready to be trained. Of course, Peter was just as relentless in this training
as well, making Stiles bloodthirsty and savage in his attacks. Now that Stiles
wasn't affected by his ADHD, he was an excellent pupil, full of focused energy,
ready to learn. His coordination was better, his reflexes, and if Peter was
totally honest, Stiles was on par with Scott already. But that was only because
of all the power Peter had gained from other supernatural methods, and Stiles
was boosted from the strength the Alpha was pouring into him. Scott did have
the advantage of being an Alpha with a bigger Pack but Peter had greater power
and had taught Stiles all the ruthless ways to fight; in a one-on-one fight, it
would be pretty close. It didn't matter though, Peter would be the one to take
the True Alpha on, Stiles was there to make sure the others didn't interfere.
"Stiles, I think it's time to send out another video, rattle them and lead them
astray. Come here."
"Yes Alpha."
"I need you to listen carefully, your acting needs to be perfect, do you
understand? If you mess up, that means we'll have to start all over."
"I understand, what do you need me to do?"
Peter grinned, walking around Stiles as he stood at attention, ready to do
whatever Peter ordered. "I need the others to think that I'm done playing with
you, that I'm ready to dump you."
"As a body, or as a spy back in the Pack?"
"As a body, it would be way too risky to send you in as a spy. One slip up and
they'd detain you, torture you for information. And besides, Derek would
realize right away that you are a Were now. It would be very unlikely that
you'd escape and I'm sure they wouldn't believe I'd just let you go. So it will
have to be a faked death. But in order for it to be believable, I'm going to
have to cut you up again, and I need you to process your healing like I taught
you. I need the wounds to look aged, some newer than others, can you do that?"
"Yes, of course… I might…" Stiles paused.
"Tell me, it's okay."
"I'm sorry Alpha, to inconvenience you but, we might have to go in layers…
Inflict the various wounds that you want to appear older. That way I can heal
them to a certain extent and then freeze them. Then you put the next layer of
wounds down for me to focus on, like that," Stiles said, knowing that he just
wasn't capable of doing it all at once.
Peter gently put his hand on the back of Stiles's neck, reassuring him, "That's
okay. You've only been a Were for a little while, I don't expect you to fully
master something like that so soon. You are making remarkable progress though.
We'll go layer by layer."
"T-thank you Alpha," he stammered out, feeling so relieved. Stiles was
constantly worried that 'this' time would be the time he messed up, making
Peter disown him, or kill him. But now that he was an obedient Beta, Peter had
shown him a lot of patience and kindness; he might be ruthless in his
teachings, but that was because he wanted Stiles to be strong!
"Are you ready?"
"Wait, my clothes- the last time they saw me I was naked… they might realize
that these clothes are new… even if they are tattered, it's a potential risk."
Peter nodded, "Very good point, you're so smart! Undress, and then we'll get
started."
Stiles quickly complied, standing at attention once more as Peter covered him
in wounds. It took some time, working on all of the layers of aged wounds,
especially the bruising, those were hard to control, but by the end of it,
Stiles was looking like a battered Human.
"No, Stiles, your eyes,"
"Right, I'm sorry! If… if at any time I think I'm losing control, is it okay
for me to look away from the camera?"
"Yes, that would make it more believable anyways, having you cower." Peter set
up some portable lights, wanting to really set the stage. Then he had Stiles
lie on the blood-covered ground, panting and groaning. "Action."
"I… I can't… I don't know any more… Please… let me go," Stiles sobbed, semi-
curled up on the floor, looking up at Peter.
"So what you're saying is that you're of no more use to me, right?"
"No… No, I can be-" He was cut off as Peter cracked one of his ribs with a
kick.
"Don't lie to me, you've been crying to be let go for the past 24 hours
straight, every question I ask, you don't have an answer for." Peter growled
and bent down, leaning over Stiles.
The teen covered his face, "Don't kill me! I can still do something, anything!
Oh god, even… even for sex- I can learn to please you! Just… I don't want to
die, please!"
"Are you really holding out for your precious Scott to save you? You think that
if you just stay alive long enough, he'll come to rescue you? Are you really
that desperate, that you'd let me fuck you, welcome it even?"
"Anything!" Stiles screamed out, voice cracking.
Peter roughly rolled Stiles onto his back, straddling him, pushing the phone
into his face. "I don't need you for that, I can have any Pack member I want,
you're old and used, I think I'm ready for somebody fresh-"
"Nooo! Leave them alone, please! Just take me, keep me alive, use me how you
like… Don't hurt them!" He was playing the thin line, wanting Scott and the
others to believe that he was still trying to be strong, but that he was also
very, very broken. That he didn't want to die, but that he would never give up
on his 'friends' either, give them some hope.
"Just say your goodbyes, I'm nice enough to allow you this one thing."
Stiles just sobbed for a few moments before finally looking at the camera.
"Scotty… oh god Scotty, I'm sorry! I couldn't… I couldn't help it! I told him…
I… he knows everything. Even our plan involving the Nymph- I'm sorry! I know
that was our last ditch effort but he… Tell my dad… Tell him I love him- don't
show him this, please! I don't want him to see me like this-"
"Good enough," Peter snarled, fingers snaking around his throat and squeezing.
He was carefully monitoring his strength, safe at least a little bit since
Stiles was a Were and the others didn't know that. He put just enough pressure
to make Stiles's face flush as the teen scratched weakly at his fingers and
arm, knocking the camera away. Now that it was facedown, he eased up on the
pressure while Stiles continued to 'choke' and 'wheeze' pretending to die. They
kept it up for a full minute, knowing that if it was over too soon, it wouldn't
be believable. Then Peter mumbled to himself, "Should have done that days ago,
the whiny brat!" He snatched up the phone, shutting off the recording without
showcasing the 'body' or posturing to them. He didn't want them to have full
closure, and he knew the message was long enough, they didn't need to hear him
bragging about it. This way it might look like Peter was just going to save it
for himself and then decided to share it with them as an afterthought.
"Excellent acting Stiles, but tell me," Peter smiled, before pouncing on his
Beta, claws digging into his jaw. "What message where you trying to send,
telling them about the Nymph plan? You mentioned no such thing to me!"
"No please, I can explain, please Alpha!"
"Then start fucking talking, right now!"
"I'm on your side, I swear! I just had an idea, it popped into my head and it
sounded like something the old me would do. I wanted to appear broken, like I
was done. But at the same time like I was clinging to life, hoping for rescue!
There is no plan regarding the Nymph in the lake, I swear there isn't. I know
Scott will hear that and realize that I tricked you. He'll think that if I got
you to believe some fake plan we made up, that maybe I had managed to lie about
some of our other plans, keep them a secret from you. I'm sure he'll still
change up his plan of attack but that he might talk the others into keeping
their base at the loft."
"Why at the loft?"
"Because that was our fallback plan, hole up in the loft and wait for you to
attack, knowing that you couldn't possibly take us all out."
"And that you mentioned the fake Nymph plan as the "last ditch" plan, he'll
think the current plan is safe… I am amazed, you are brilliant! A quick
thinker! Your knowledge of Scott's mind is so profitable for me. Keep it up!"
Peter eased his grip, thumb rubbing over Stiles's cheek as a wordless apology
for hurting him just a second ago.
Stiles relaxed against the floor, happy that Peter had let him explain. He knew
it was a bit of a risk, that Peter was going to recognize the blatant lie he
told Scott… he'd just been hoping that his Alpha would let him explain before
killing him. And it had paid off! Peter was proud of him for coming up with
such a good lie in a split second, rolling with it.
"You can heal now, and get dressed, you did good. I'm going to go send this to
them."
"I'll start dinner then… I'm sorry I'm not as good of a cook as you but…"
"No, having you here to prepare meals is nice, it gives me time to monitor the
Pack via Lydia, or get more news from Malia. I can't wait to see how well this
video goes over!"
The Beta smiled, overjoyed at the proud feelings that were transferring to him
from Peter- he'd done a phenomenal job!
Later, when Peter came back to the warehouse, he was in such a good mood.
"Stiles you won't believe their reactions!"
"Who all cried at our performance?"
"Scott was sobbing, Allison was trying to console him- I think she was in
denial about the whole thing, claiming that I couldn't have really killed you.
Isaac had to lead Erica from the room she was such a mess. I allowed Lydia to
cry, but I think her faraway expression wasn't too out of place, it makes sense
that she'd be in shock over you dying."
"Kira… she's okay right?"
"Yes, I warned her ahead of time, but Derek was very courteous, as soon as he
saw that Scott had gotten another video from an unknown number, he had Malia
take her upstairs."
"Does she know it was fake?"
Peter shook his head, "I didn't put that in the text, just in case someone
might have seen it. She's careful but you never know. When I go see her
tonight, I'll be sure to tell her. At least this way, she won't have to fake
any immediate reaction when the others tell her the news."
"Okay, I just don't want to cause her any undue stress, even though she's only
a few weeks pregnant, any stress is bad for the baby."
Again, Peter settled his hand on the back of the Beta's neck, the only friendly
gesture he'd use with his Betas, "At least I know I can count on you to be
thinking of my child."
"Of course, that baby is important! I will do everything to make sure Kira is
comfortable and stress-free once she finally joins us. I will be her handmaid,
at her beck and call. I know that Malia is a more senior Beta to me, so I'm
sure you'll be entrusting her with the more important missions. But I can take
care of the Pack!"
"That's right, you have the perfect den-parent personality. You're great at
coming up with plans but since I'm taking over that role for you, this other
side of your personality has time to shine."
Stiles smiled, relaxing as Peter's thumb stroked the base of his neck, "Yes, I
always enjoyed taking care of others. Dad made it hard, and I know I complained
all the time, but I wouldn't have ever stopped. And Scott too, whenever he'd
have a bad asthma attack, I was always right there. He never appreciated it
though! But here, here I will provide for my Pack, show you that I'm grateful.
The children will never want for anything, especially with you and Kira as
their parents."
Peter left him to finish dinner, cackling to himself as he realized just how
far Stiles had come. It was a shame that Scott had never realized Stiles true
potential, had squandered his friendship! But Peter would take full advantage,
making use of the gift that had fallen into his lap. With this kind of
nurturing, Stiles would be his devoted servant until the end of his life,
knowing that it was Peter that had filled the void in his life that Scott had
left behind. Things were just too perfect!
Later that week, Peter decided it was time to move on, knowing that they needed
to keep Scott on his toes. "Stiles, I think it's time we took you out for some
real world training, what do you say?"
"R-really? You'll let me? I'm ready!" Stiles agreed, claws already out at the
thought of killing someone.
"You can't go out looking like that, no fangs either, although I know how much
you like having them out," Peter told him, gathering up his kit.
"Yes Alpha," Stiles complied, shifting back to his full Human state. It was
weird, having blunt teeth, he didn't like it! He felt the bloodlust coming from
his Alpha and was just always ready to kill on his behalf. But, he needed to
pass as Human, at least until they found a victim.
"Let's get Scott and the rest of them off our trail. I haven't updated them at
all about your new status, just those staged videos of you pleading for your
life. If we're lucky, they might think I've just killed you and moved on.
According to Malia they've gone into over-protect mode and I doubt they'll
leave me an opening right now. But they can't be hyper-vigilant forever, we'll
wait until they crack from the strain of it all. Until then, let's have some
fun!"
Stiles picked up the kit and followed Peter out of the warehouse, eager to hit
the road. The Alpha had dropped hints the other day, about how they'd leave a
blood trail heading away from Beacon Hills. Derek would probably know it was
just a short term thing, that Peter would be back to finish them off, but it
would make them at least a little more relaxed in their security. Like Peter
said, they couldn't be hyper-vigilant forever, it would take its toll and then
they'd make a mistake. That's when the next attack would come. Stiles smiled as
he climbed into the van, realizing that he'd gotten something else from Peter
as well, besides bloodlust. He was actually a lot more patient now, sure he was
still eager and excited to do things, but now, because Peter was so self-
assured and patient, Stiles found that it trickled into his personality as
well- he could just sit, for hours on end, waiting. Before, that would have
driven him crazy, being made to wait, but now, because his Alpha had taught
him, he was better than ever. He couldn't believe that he'd once balked at
being Peter's Beta, there was no place he'd rather be these days than at his
side.
The two of them hit the road, kidnapping, torturing, and killing random victims
along the way. They were always careful with the bodies, not wanting Derek and
the others to realize that there were now two killers and not just one. But
Stiles was having fun and bonding with his Alpha in the weeks while they waited
for the perfect opening. Stiles was even trusted enough that he was allowed to
watch over Peter's unconscious body while he was visiting Kira. If he ever
noticed that Peter was hard, moaning and close to climaxing, he would aid his
Alpha- sucking him to take care of any mess. It filled Stiles with pride to
know that he'd been elevated to such a trusting position… he'd figured… since
he was a friend of the traitor that Peter would never truly trust him, no
matter how hard he tried. But Peter had proven to be a very generous Alpha,
giving Stiles the benefit of the doubt and Stiles would never, ever, do
anything to make him regret that decision. He'd help Peter get his queen and
get his revenge, even if he had to sacrifice himself to do it.
After two fun weeks of killing and bonding, Peter pulled his Beta aside,
"Alright Stiles, I think it's time we went back to Beacon Hills, I'm ready to
make my next move."
-Allison-
The past few weeks had been absolutely draining… Her dad was in charge of
trying to organize over 30 different Hunters and there were at least three main
ideals battling for dominance on how to deal with Peter. Finally he just said
that they could do widening patrols, following the bodies that Peter was
leaving behind. Of course Allison and her dad firmly believed that it was all
just a ruse, Peter wasn't going just leave now that he'd started something.
He'd Claimed Kira and then…kidnapped Stiles (even with that last video of
Stiles bloodied and weak, begging for his life, Allison adamantly refused to
believe he was truly dead). There was just no way Peter was going to call it
quits now, he was just playing them, biding his time. But the other Hunters had
gotten restless, demanding that they take action! If Peter was leaving a trail
of bodies, maybe they'd be able to guess his next move and catch him in the
act! They were down to just 8 other Hunters and they were all patrolling around
the loft as added security. She really wasn't sure how much longer they could
play this game… Allison sighed to herself as she left the apartment, moving to
her car.
"Al…Alli…son…" a voice croaked out.
She turned, electric baton ready! No one was supposed to be here, they were all
at the loft- "Stiles! Oh my god, Stiles!" She dropped the baton as she took in
his battered appearance. One eye was swollen shut and the whole side of his
face was just purple, his limbs were mauled and bloody, and he was leaning
against a car for support. "How?" she asked as she rushed towards him.
"I… Peter… he said that –pant- I was just too much fun to k-kill. But he wanted
everyone to think I was dead… He's had me locked up, a few miles from here… If
I was believed to be dead… you –pant- wouldn't come looking anymore."
"How are you alive? Peter has been out of town for weeks, killing people. Oh I
had hoped that the video had been a lie!"
Stiles struggled to stand up, strategically falling against Allison as she made
a move to pull out her phone. "I..I don't know… he came back every once and
awhile… I couldn't tell you for sure how often.. it's been weeks?! I… oh god,
I've been kept in a dark room… no idea how fast time has been passing… He'd
feed me small bits of food, some water, and then leave again." His knees gave
out on him, knocking them both up against a van.
"Stiles you're safe now, I've got you… let me call Scott, where'd my keys go?"
Allison struggled to hold Stiles and herself up while also trying to bend down
to pick up her phone, and look for her keys at the same time.
"Allison, I'm sorry…"
She looked up at him, "Sorry? Stiles, it isn't your fault, I-" she gasped as he
jingled her keys from his hand, the cuts on his face healing. Just as she tried
to push him away, his grip on her wrist changed from weak to hostile. "St-
Stiles?"
"You really are too trusting, just like Peter said." Stiles grinned
maliciously, flashing his blue eyes at her.
Before she could get free, or even process that Stiles was a Werewolf (with
blue eyes no less) the door behind her rolled open and a hand clamped over her
mouth, yanking her inside. Stiles climbed in right on top of her, keeping her
legs trapped as he skillfully rolled the door shut with his foot. Then she felt
something prick her neck and she froze, terrified.
"You're going to be so much fun," Peter growled out as he dosed her with the
tranquilizer. "Stiles, great job."
"St-Stiles, why?"
"What do you mean why? Peter is my Alpha and I obey him."
"But Scott…" her voice drifted off as she started to feel drowsy.
"Scott is pathetic and doesn't deserve my loyalty! And in order to make him
pay, we're going to take the one person he cares about most!" Stiles spat out.
He knew better than to attack Allison though, she wasn't to blame. Scott was!
Scott saw a pretty girl and just completely forgot about him! At least when
Stiles had found Lydia, he never, even at his most obsessed, moved Scott from
number 1 in his heart (obviously excluding family members). But apparently
Stiles was just replaceable, moved to number two… how long was it before he
became number three? So he was going to hurt Scott! But like Peter had told
him, it wasn't Allison's fault. Hunters, or at least Argents, have always had
such an allure to young male Weres, just look at Derek. Peter had told him that
he wasn't allowed to hate Allison, since they were to be Packmates.
Weakly Allison struggled, fighting the drug, fighting the urge to close her
eyes. She blinked, confused, when she felt Peter rolling up her sleeve. "Wha…?"
In a daze, she watched as he bared his fangs and flashed his red eyes, biting
down on her arm. Belatedly a scream erupted as she realized what he'd done. And
then there was nothing but darkness. When she woke up, she was on her knees,
arms outstretched and chained to some poles, and she had a chain around her
neck, attached to the floor, short enough to stop her from standing. She
shoulders were screaming in agony, they'd been bearing her weight for who knows
how long, as she was slumped forward, passed out.
"Good, you're awake."
"Let me go, and I'll promise you a quick death," she growled, already feeling
her fangs pop out with her rush of anger.
"I'd tell you to put the claws away but you don't have any control, so I won't
waste my breath. Instead, let's play a game," Peter quipped, stepping closer to
her.
Allison sat up, as much as the chain around her neck allowed, glaring at Peter.
"I will never be your Beta. I don't know what you did to Stiles, but Scott will
fix him! I'll kill you and free him, then take him back to Scott!"
"Scott doesn't want me!" Stiles argued. "You've seen my blue eyes, I'm a killer
and a killer doesn't have any room in Scott's precious Pack!"
"That was the Nogitsune, not you! Scott would never push you out because you
were possessed like that-"
"No, he'd kick me out just because he didn't have room for the two of us! You
don't have any idea what our friendship was like before you came along! But you
took over his life and he just didn't have room for me," Stiles was panting,
angry. He took a few breaths to calm himself, "But Peter told me that it wasn't
your fault, I'm not blaming you. You didn't force Scott to ditch me time and
again, I know you didn't. We're Pack now, and Pack comes first."
"I… I had no idea…"
Peter rolled his eyes, "Of course you didn't because Scott was completely
oblivious to how Stiles really felt. And Stiles was a great friend, he
understood that if he spoke up, Scott would make it seem like it was your
fault, he'd make you feel guilty about it. Stiles was willing to sacrifice
everything for Scott and Scott wasn't willing to do the same. But now he has an
Alpha that cares about him, it's only fair that I can bring him some more
Packmates."
Allison snarled, turning her attention back to Peter, "I already told you, I'll
never be your Beta!" She cowered back suddenly when Peter roared in her face,
mewling and baring her throat. "I'm sorry!"
"The key thing you need to understand here Alli, is that you're already my
Beta, whether you want to be or not. And I won't be relinquishing control over
you. I won't let Scott have you!"
"Why do you care? Is it because I'm an Argent, because I'm related to Aunt
Kate?"
"No, this has nothing to do with your aunt. I did promise her after all, that
if she admitted to what she did, if she said she was sorry, I would let you
live."
Allison narrowed her eyes, "But she didn't, and you still tried to hurt me…"
"Okay, what I meant just now was, if back then I was willing to let you go,
that means I don't hold a grudge against you. You had nothing to do with the
fire, even back in my more psychotic days I understood that. I never attacked
your father for revenge either, I was happy with Kate's death. Granted, I did
attack you, but that was only because Kate didn't do as I asked and I wasn't
going to go back on my threat. No, this is about Scott. I'm teaching Scott a
lesson! You're just a pawn, one that I conscripted into my army."
"And what lesson would that be?"
"That is takes a strong person to be an Alpha! It takes ruthlessness, cunning!
Two of the people that Scott supposedly cares about the most in his Pack, he
left them completely vulnerable!"
"I'm a Hunter, I'm fully capable of protecting myself!"
"And yet, now you're my Beta, forced to do my bidding."
"Are you saying that Scott should've Bitten me, turned me against my will?"
"Honestly, you should have asked to be turned, knowing that if another Alpha
Bit you, you'd be at their mercy. You've been with Scott this whole time, maybe
some bumps along the way but you love him. Don't deny it. Your father wouldn't
have disowned you for becoming a Were, and just because you now have claws and
fangs doesn't mean you can't still use all those weapons you're trained in. You
could've still hunted by your fancy new code. It would have been the smart
thing, to ask to be changed. You clearly understand how dangerous I am, so why
didn't you ask?"
"Because I liked being Human!"
"That's just because you didn't know any better. But I'll teach you all about
being a Were, and you'll wish you made the change years ago. Look at Stiles, he
couldn't be happier."
"Allison, let Peter teach you! He's a great Alpha, unlike Scott-"
"Don't talk about your best friend that way!" Allison cried out, pulling
against her restraints.
The two Betas started to argue and Peter knew that Allison wasn't going to be
easy to break. She didn't have any chinks in her armor, not like Stiles did.
She had her insecurities sure, but those were about the supernatural world as a
whole, not with her and Scott. He'd have to break her down completely before
building her back up in his image. So he roared again, flexing his Alpha bond
to make her feel his commanding presence. "I think someone needs to learn a
lesson. Let's start with some humiliation." He ripped at her clothes, laughing
as she automatically tried to cover herself.
"Don't you fucking touch me! I won't let you!"
"Do you really think I'd dirty myself by fucking an Argent? I'm not Derek, or
Scott. You don't deserve to have a Hale inside you. But don't think that means
you're getting off easy," Peter warned. He stepped out of her line of sight for
just a moment, coming back with a large vibrator.
"Oh Peter, I thought you wanted to torture me?" Allison snarked, not
understanding what exactly he had planned. Obviously she wasn't planning on
enjoying whatever he was going to do but the vibrator didn't really look that
threatening. If he'd pulled out a knife, or some other tools, she might have
been a little more afraid.
"This is just to prove a point. Do you really think you can deny me? Do you
think that I need you to 'let me' touch you?" Peter stripped her of all her
clothes except her underwear, tossing the shredding leftovers onto the floor.
He motioned for Stiles to get behind her and hold her knees open.
"Get off me! I said I won't let you touch me! Whether with your own prick or
with a fake one!" Allison screamed out, struggling to close her legs. But
Stiles was stronger than her, more in control.
"We'll see." Peter turned it on, just pressing the tip to her clit, outside of
the cloth. Then he leaned in close, red eyes boring into hers. He didn't have a
Claim with her, but he did have his Alpha bond, and with it he forced her inner
Wolf into a lustful frenzy. He grinned as she relaxed against Stiles, rolling
her hips against the vibrations. She started panting, throwing her head back
and blindly nibbling on Stiles's ear, only registering his male scent. "How do
you feel now?"
Allison felt trapped, suddenly the Human part of her was shut away into a tiny
corner of her mind as her body lit up with passion. She screamed out, trying to
take control but she couldn't. Instead she could hear herself murmuring for
more, hips rolling, trying to get closer to the vibrator. "Alpha please, more.
Fill me!"
Stiles was rumbling as she panted in his ear, grinding her ass against him with
every roll of her hips. She moaned with pleasure when he reached up to pull her
panties to the side. "Aren't you wet, I thought you didn't want this?"
"I lied, I'm a filthy liar. Please, I need more."
"Are you going to be a good Beta?" Peter asked.
"Yes, yes!" she cried out, still biting on Stiles's ear and neck, legs spread
of their own accord now. But inside Allison was crying, fighting for control.
The Human side of her didn't want this at all! Peter was cheating! As the Alpha
slide the vibrator into her, Allison was overcome with excitement, both halves
of her calling out as pleasure rolled over her. Then Peter slipped her
underwear back over the end of it, making sure it stayed in place as she bucked
her hips. Stiles crawled around her, facing her so she could kiss him and suck
at his tongue while his hands roamed her body.
Peter sat back, using his bond over her to keep her in the hyper-excited state
for the next three hours while Stiles covered her with his scent. It must have
felt good for Stiles, to take something from Scott, if his overly aroused state
was anything to go by. By the time he finally pulled Stiles away and reached
down to switch off the vibrator, his new Beta was a trembling mess. Slowly he
released his control over her, allowing the Human side to come out again. And
that was when the tears started.
"How dare you?!" Allison sobbed. She couldn't even get properly angry, her body
was too weak, quaking from all the stimulation.
"I told you. With just a little nudge from me, I had you begging for it. You're
absolutely soaked with your own pleasure. But now it's time for the 'bad cop'
portion of all this." Before Allison could even register what he meant, she was
screaming out in pain as his claws broke her skin. By the time he was through,
her body was covered in red, slashes covering every inch of her skin. She'd
actually passed out from all the pain but Peter couldn't have that so he
attached the shock collar, turning it on a low, constant output. When she
jerked awake, he smiled, "There you are. I need you awake for this part. I need
you to understand, so repeat after me: I'm an Argent, I'm filthy."
"No, I won't."
Peter sighed, increasing the voltage just a bit. "It's only going to get higher
and higher."
"F-fuck you!"
"Just say it and we can go back to the pleasure part," Peter teased. He had to
turn the voltage up three more times before she finally said it, head hanging.
Then, to reward her, he turned it off and waved Stiles over again, "Go ahead,
have your way with her."
"No, Stiles, don't do this, you don't want to do this!"
Stiles just shoved the vibrator back inside her, turning it on, "Alli, you have
no idea how much I fantasized about this. Before you came along, Scott and I
shared everything! I thought he loved me like a brother, would have shared you
too… but I was wrong. I would have shared Lydia! I just had to have her first…
warm her up to the idea… When I realized that Lydia just didn't like me that
way, you were all I had." As he spoke, he thrust the vibrator in and out,
torquing it now and again. Of course, his Alpha was helping him, he could feel
Peter nudging her again, awaking her lust. He positioned himself behind her,
sucking on her neck, still moving the toy around.
Allison sobbed, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks, even as her hips were
rolling again. Peter wasn't completely forcing her Human side dormant, wanting
her to be here for this; just enough of her Wolf was aroused to get her wet,
making the lower half of her body respond. Stiles lowered the back half of her
underwear, finger slipping in right beside the toy, getting nice and wet.
"Oh god, you feel amazing," Stiles panted, head thrown back. "Alli, I can make
you feel good, I'm your Packmate, trust me, let me!"
"No… I'm not your Packmate, regardless of the fact that Peter Bit me, I'm a
part of Scott's Pack!" she cried out. "Please, I thought you didn't like me,
resented me for taking Scott away from you?"
"No, I told you, I don't blame you for that- Scott is the one that pushed me
aside. I was willing to share you, I would have spoiled you if you'd let me
join in. Let's just forget about him and his selfishness. And we are Packmates
now, just accept it- it's okay!" Stiles pulled the vibrator out and maneuvered
it to the front of her underwear. Then Peter was there, holding the toy in
place for Stiles so the teen could slip a few more finger inside her. Both of
them grinned as Allison whimpered, breathing harder; Stiles might be
inexperienced but his had very dexterous fingers and easily found a sweet spot
inside her. "Please let me! I want to bond with you, don't you want to bond
with me?"
It was the pleading, puppy-like tone that finally snapped Allison's control,
her Wolf responding, reminded of their make-out session earlier. She panted and
nodded her head, relaxing her body against him. With the intense vibration
stimulating her clit, the fingers inside her, and being sandwiched between two
warm bodies, Allison really couldn't say no.
Stiles responded immediately, shoving her underwear down a bit more and bending
her forward. He unzipped his pants and lined up with her opening, easily
sliding in since she was so wet. Instantly he was overcome with pleasure,
knowing that he was taking her away from Scott, just the feel of her
surrounding himwas enough to push him close to the edge.
Allison threw her head back and let out a throaty moan, just knowing that
someone- her Packmate, was inside her now instead of just a toy... And that her
face was pressed into her Alpha's chest, his scent filling her nostrils- she
whimpered, rocking her hips against the vibrator, prompting Stiles to move.
'Fuck, Allison…" Stiles panted out, thrusting into her, amazed that he finally
got to be with her like this.
As Allison closed her eyes, Peter reached up and tangled his fingers in her
hair, forcing her to look up. "Open." The Beta obeyed, dropping her jaw; he
lifted the vibrator out of her panties and pressed it into her mouth. "Taste
how excited you are." He pushed it in further, being careful not to go too far,
just so he didn't break the spell she was in. Now his own fingers were rubbing
her clit while she moaned around the toy in her mouth, Stiles still moving
inside her.
Since it was his first time, he didn't last long, quickly coming inside her.
But Allison didn't seem to mind, over stimulated as it was. Slowly he pulled
out of her as Peter turned off the vibrator and set it on the floor. He stayed
behind her, helping support her as she trembled, Peter's hands still roaming
her body.
Slowly she came back to herself and shivered, doing her best to ignore the
heavy taste in her mouth, the bodies trapping her in place. "Stiles, why…?" She
let out a pitiful whimper as she felt four hands touching her, marking her with
their scent.
"I wanted to bond with you, we're Pack… We don't need Scott anymore!"
Allison bit her lip, she couldn't be mad at Stiles… she could hear it in his
voice, he was being sincere about this. It wasn't his fault that he'd been
broken down and brainwashed. It was Peter's, and she'd find away to save
Stiles. But right now… her body was just exhausted.
Peter waved Stiles away to get cleaned up, he'd done well and now it was
Peter's turn again. He could see that she was sleepy after the past few hours
but he wasn't going to let her sleep, no, he needed her brain completely
muddled if he was to fully rebuild her. Lack of sleep and constant fear were
the quickest ways to break someone's mind; it didn't matter how strong someone
was, they could only go a few days without sleep before their mind was markedly
affected. Let alone if those few days were also accompanied with unending fear.
Plus, going from so relaxed to scared was a great way to jumpstart her brain.
He started with the roars, knowing that he was making her Wolf cower in fear
every time; he also forced fear into her via their bond, just like he had with
the lust. Allison was cowering, struggling against her bonds so she could
prostrate herself, lie on her back and bare her neck. He grew excited as her
whimpering became more distraught and frenzied, the Beta was absolutely
terrified for her life.
After awhile, he moved onto the Human side, going back to his recordings,
making her listen to the screams of his victims for a few hours. While she was
listening to that, he left her all alone, blindfolded. He figured that the best
way for the grisly situation to really sink in was to leave her to her own
thoughts as she listened to the screams. After that, her body had finally
healed so he went back to inflicting pain, all the while yelling at her,
degrading her, filling her head with thoughts of self-hatred and revulsion. He
didn't even make her repeat it at first, just drilled it into her head what he
thought of her. Any time she dared open her mouth to snarl at him he clawed her
face. Then, he realized he had a way to make this easier on himself. Now that
he was an Alpha again, he had Alpha abilities. He stuck his claws in the back
of her neck and slowly started stealing her memories.
He kept at it for the next 120 hours repeating the same steps over and over; he
took breaks long enough just to see Kira, leaving Stiles in control of her
conditioning. He knew that she needed some positive time, something to stop her
from diving into complete madness. So Stiles always got time to clean her up,
scent her, bond with her. After five days, he was sure she was broken enough.
She never snarled at him anymore, her eyes were dull, and she repeated whatever
he told her to say.
"What are you?" he asked.
"I'm trash, Argent trash. I deserved to die in that parking lot but instead you
gave me a gift Alpha. You gave me a way to redeem myself and my crimes against
your kind," she said, tone dull and lifeless.
"Do you want to be a part of this Pack?" Peter asked next, something he'd never
asked before. The last few days he'd made sure to degrade her, telling her that
she was worthless and that no one would want her in their Pack. So this
question was sure to shock her, wake her up a bit.
She looked up at him, some spark of life coming into her eyes. "P-Pack? Y-you'd
let me be Pack? But I'm worthless Argent trash! No Pack would want me… Why
would you accept me?"
Peter carefully washed her face with a damp washcloth, voice soft, "Of course I
would. I know that being an Omega is a dangerous thing. You might be an Argent,
but even you deserve to be protected." He had never truly cut her ties to him,
but he had muted them, made her feel like she was alone, an Omega. During that
time he'd bonded with Stiles in front of her, showing her Wolf what she was
missing out on by being resistant to him. Whenever Stiles had been allowed time
alone with her, it had helped drive the point home, that she needed a Pack to
feel whole. Just those brief contacts made all of Peter's insults dig into her,
hurting her more since she got a taste of happiness and then it kept getting
pulled away. And now that she was completely broken down, Human and Wolf alike,
she was putty in his hands.
"No, I don't deserve that. I don't deserve to be a part of what you and Stiles
have. I'm filthy, useless!"
"No, no you aren't useless," Peter told her, washing off more of the blood from
her body. "If you promise yourself to me, the Pack will be stronger, I can
teach you how to fight- how to be worth something. You can help me…"
"How can I help? I want to be useful!" the girl sobbed. She didn't deserve this
gentle touch, to be cleaned by Peter. But how she longed to be a part of a
Pack, to be useful, wanted. The Alpha had told her over and over again that she
turned out to be a mistake- he'd wanted to help her redeem herself and she'd
thrown it back in his face. Now… now he had a way for her to fix her mistakes?
"There is something only you can do… I've been betrayed before, by my first
Bitten Beta…"
"Someone betrayed you? No… who would betray their Alpha? Even I, trash, never
betrayed you… just acted out…"
"This boy named Scott… he rebelled against me, made my own nephew kill me, they
stole my Alpha power…" Peter told her. "If I accepted you, you wouldn't do that
to me right? Even you understand Werewolf law better than he does!"
"No, never! A good Beta always listens! I understand!"
Peter bent down and started washing her legs to hide his smile. After the first
24 hours, when it had seemed like she was starting to really break down, he'd
stolen her memories of Scott, manipulated her memories of her time as a Hunter.
She remembered Isaac, Erica, and Boyd, recalling scenes of them attacking her
but not of Scott or the others. He let her keep all of her training, knowing
that it would come in handy in the future, but took away huge chunks of her
memory, even taking her first name. So now all she knew of Scott was what he
was going to be telling her. "Scott was this teenager, he had bad asthma and he
came to me, asking for help. So of course I gave him the Bite, I couldn't let
him suffer. At first everything was fine but then he started feeling like he
deserved more… My nephew, who was also a part of my Pack, felt the same way.
Together, they teamed up, finding a band of rogue Wolves to help them fight me.
At first I had thought my poor Betas had been kidnapped, they just disappeared,
the unfamiliar scents everywhere in the house. I tracked them to Beacon Hills
and-"
"Beacon Hills? That… I'm sorry! I interrupted," she whimpered, ducking her
head, ready for him to hurt her.
"No, it's okay. What about Beacon Hills?"
"I remember… There were some Wolves there, they attacked me and my parents…
there were three of them… All Betas though, I don't remember their Alpha's
face… The blonde female was a total bitch though, I remember that."
Peter sucked in a breath, "The others with her, was one black, big, quiet type?
And then a skinnier, white male?"
"Yes, with curly hair? Are they…?"
"Those were the three that helped Scott and my nephew attack me. I wasn't as
strong back then, I was naïve and welcoming. My nephew slashed my throat after
the others lit me on fire-"
"That sounds so awful! Why?"
"Because they wanted my power. And now Scott stole the Alpha power from my
nephew and is creating his own Pack in Beacon Hills- he even stole my Mate away
and has her on lockdown in their home. I'm hoping we can stop him, get revenge
for what he did to me, and save my Mate from them."
"And I can help with that?"
"Yes, you and Stiles both. I found you, Bit you, because you look strikingly
similar to a friend he once had. Stiles actually was his friend once, but he
was horribly mistreated by Scott and realized that there were better friends
out there for him. So he came to me and I gave him the Bite, the one that Scott
had denied him over and over. You obviously aren't a real friend like Stiles
was, but I can show you how to be like her. I can give you her name as a sign
of your rebirth into my Pack and my plan. Will you become my Beta, become a
part of my Pack, take on her name, to help me?"
"Yes, I will help you! I'll adopt the new name and help you get revenge on
Scott! Please Alpha, accept me! I won't rebel anymore, I don't want to be an
Omega! I'll be a perfect Beta, just like Stiles!" She knew that he'd been the
one to Bite her but he'd warped her memories, making it seem like she'd been
kicked out of the Pack for being rebellious. It made sense now though, that
he'd been scared that she'd try the same thing as this horrible Scott person
but she'd never do that! Now she wanted to be with him, be Pack, and use
whatever name he gave her as long as it meant she had a name and a place to
belong!
Peter leaned down and touched his forehead to hers, reawakening their Pack
bond, "Welcome to the Pack, Allison."
Allison felt tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she let her Alpha scent
her, she had a name, she had a Pack. She was someone now. And she'd be able to
use this new identity to aid her Alpha, her Pack.
"Let's undo these chains, get you more comfortable," he said, gently uncuffing
her wrists from the poles. Immediately her arms were around him, hugging him as
she thanked him over and over.
"Tell me what I need to know, so I can trick Scott into thinking I'm his
Allison. Teach me, please."
"I will, I promise. But first let's help you get control over your shifting
okay Alli?"
Stiles came forward then, already knowing that Allison had to be manipulated
like this, she was just too strong otherwise. But Stiles was a great actor,
he'd tricked her into thinking he was half dead a few days ago, so it wasn't
hard for him to trick her now. He'd listened in carefully to the stories the
Alpha was telling Allison, as well as helped Peter actually come up with some
of Scott's fake backstory. Once she was truly a part of the Pack, it wouldn't
matter that they'd tricked her into believing this because Peter would never
return her true memories to her. They'd just play off any discrepancies as her
being forgetful, not remembering what they had told her previously. He helped
her to her feet, hugged her and welcomed her, happy to have another Packmate.
Stiles couldn't wait to fully welcome Malia and Kira as well, knowing that they
were his superiors in the Pack hierarchy, he wanted to show them his respect as
soon as he could. But for now, he'd teach Allison control, giving Peter time to
visit his queen.
Later that week, Peter and Stiles were still teaching Allison how to control
her shift as well as how to effectively fight, when it finally happened- Kira
accepted him.
-Kira-
Kira was going crazy, after that video with Stiles… Scott and Derek had
demanded that everyone just stay at the loft, despite there not really being
enough private rooms for everyone. Of course at first she'd been terrified-
Stiles had been one of the members she liked a lot and he was dead? She cried
of course, after they'd stopped the video and called a meeting to discuss it.
Kira had waited maybe 2 minutes after the meeting to call Peter to her,
demanding answers. Instantly though he'd soothed her, knowing exactly what she
wanted to talk about it.
"Stiles is alive, I promise, it was a fake video."
She collapsed against him, "He's alive?"
"Yes, and… can I trust you to keep all of this a secret?" he asked, arms around
her.
"Yes, I can… I'm good at secrets now, Scott has been keeping secrets from me…
I'm not important enough to know all the details like Derek and Mr. Argent.
They all look at me like I'm fragile or something, but I'm strong! I'm a
Kitsune dammit!" She punctuated her point by letting arcs of electricity fly
from her fingertips.
Peter smirked, she was starting to feel like a joke to them, which was a big
mistake, underestimating a Kitsune. They always took that as a slight, an
insult, and they didn't forgive those easily. "But I know you're important,
that's why I keep you informed with parts of my plans. Some of it I keep from
you, but that's because I don't want to worry you, or scare you. It was a fake
video, Stiles wasn't even seriously hurt, I gave him the Bite, he's a Were."
"So Stiles is your Beta now? He's a part of… your Pack?" She had been about to
say 'our' Pack but it didn't feel right yet.
"Yes, he was underappreciated here, Scott didn't realize the true potential of
his friend, so I took Stiles under my wing and he's flourished. And I had to
wait to tell you because I needed your reaction to be genuine when they told
you the news, I'm sorry."
"Okay, I understand… just as long as he's happy…"
Peter nodded, "Stiles agreed to make the video with me, he knew what he had to
do. He's happy to be with me- he can't wait to have you join us either, he
misses you."
Kira smiled, thinking that at least she'd still have Malia and Stiles with her
when… if… when she joined Peter. She could feel it deep down, Peter was her
Mate, even if she wasn't ready to admit it just yet. "I better go, they might
think it's weird that I just passed out right after a meeting. I'm sure they
won't think that I'm giving you information but they might think you're
stealing it from me or something."
"Stay safe Sweetness."
Kira woke up, feeling better- Stiles was alive at least. But no one else knew
that so they were all on edge, grieving and angry. It definitely affected the
mood at the loft. To top it all off, she was still getting sick in the
mornings, though thankfully Malia hadn't mentioned it to anyone… she wasn't
sure why but she figured if the Pack had one more thing to worry about, it
would just make everything worse. But now they were all holed up in the loft
and every time Kira had to rush to the bathroom, she took a risk of them
finding out. One morning she'd been hit with nausea and ran into the bathroom,
which was thankfully empty. As she washed up and opened the door, Allison was
standing there, look of concern on her face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea, fine, just… I don't know, stress I guess."
"How long have you been getting sick?"
Kira thought for a moment, "Maybe… just a few weeks, around the time I found
out I'd been Claimed."
Allison looked thoughtful for a moment, "They… um, at the hospital, they gave
you a contraceptive right?"
"Yea, I remember the nurse explaining that one to me as she read off my list of
pills I was getting… why?"
"Oh man, this is going to sound mean now… please don't take this the wrong
way…"
"What?"
Allison leaned in, not wanting the others to hear, "It's just that… it kinda
looks like you've put on some weight- not a lot or anything, not trying to be
mean… and then, you're throwing up in the morning… I was just scared for a
minute, that you know…"
"That…?" Kira wasn't following. Then it dawned on her, "I might be pregnant?!"
"No, no, you said they gave you something at the hospital, so you're fine, I'm
sure. So sorry to worry you, just forget I said anything…" With that Allison
hugged her and then walked away, feeling embarrassed.
But Kira couldn't help but think about it now, she shut herself in against and
took off her top. Of course she'd noticed the small stomach she'd been gaining
but had just thought it had been a side effect of all the sleeping medicine she
was taking, that maybe it had slowed down her metabolism for a bit. But it kept
growing… was it a child? Her hands automatically went to her middle, noticing
her stomach still felt taut, not fatty. "Oh god… Peter?"
"Yes Kira, what do-" Peter had started to ask. Then he saw that she was
standing with her shirt off, hands on her stomach.
She turned and looked at him, knowing he'd tell the truth. "Am I pregnant?"
A sigh, and then, "Yes, you are Sweetness."
"Okay…"
"Kira?"
"I need… I need space, go away!" she whispered fiercely, knowing better than to
start yelling now. With that, she pulled her shirt back on and left the
bathroom, trusting Peter to be smart enough to not push the subject right now.
She went upstairs and hid herself in the closet, doing her best to calm her
breathing.
"Kira, why are you hiding?" Malia ask quietly, having seen her go upstairs.
"Malia.. oh god, Malia… I'm pregnant," she squeaked out, not wanting anyone
else to hear.
The Coyote opened the closest and squeezed in beside Kira. "You're sure?"
"I asked Peter and he told me the truth. What do I do?"
"What do you mean? This is surely a good thing! It's not like we could have
ever had children of our own. And Peter has kept up with his end of the bargain
right, helping you figure out your powers? He hasn't hurt me any more either,
what's to be so afraid of?"
"I don't know… I kinda figured that children would come after the getting
together part. And I don't even know for sure…"
Malia fixed Kira with a stare, "You may not know but your Kitsune spirit sure
does. Haven't you felt yourself pulling away from the Pack? You avoid their
touches and scenting, you haven't been involved in the discussions. That isn't
because you are still recovering from the night at the cabin. It's because they
aren't your Pack anymore…"
"If they aren't my Pack… then what do I do?"
"Accept Peter and have children with him," Malia stated.
"What about you? It can't really be that simple, can it?" Kira asked, but even
as she spoke, she felt a calming sensation overcome her as she thought about
becoming Pack with Peter. Malia was right, her Kitsune was more than ready to
take this new path. But she wasn't, not yet! She was just so confused!
Malia hugged her, "You know I'll be coming with you, Peter Claimed me as well
remember? We'll still be Pack. Just, let it happen, don't stress about it,
don't fight it."
The Kitsune nodded her head and just cuddled with Malia for awhile. She wasn't
ready yet but she wasn't really that scared either. Something would happen that
would shift her feelings and she'd accept it then. Until that moment came
though, she'd stay at the loft and just go with the flow, pretend to be Pack,
like Malia.
Later, when Allison had been taken, everyone was in an uproar again, things
were hectic and Kira just wished things would calm down. Secretly she was also
relieved, worried that Allison might have voiced her thoughts to Scott or
someone, but now that she was gone, Kira didn't have to worry. As soon as she
thought that she felt awful, but it was true. Allison had been a potential
threat to her and her baby! If Scott found out, Deaton would have been called
and she shuddered to think what they might have done to kill the baby. As
Scott's Pack struggled to stay focused, all of them worried about Allison, Kira
snuck outside. She felt restless for some reason, and she wanted to see Peter.
"Peter… Peter, can we talk?" Kira asked, standing out in the hallway.
"Of course Kira, I always have time for you," Peter said, appearing next to
her.
"I need to know this isn't a trick… A part of me is still… unsure. You promised
to make me stronger, can… can you teach me something else? I want another Tail!
I can't believe how much my power grew when I earned my second one! Can you
help me get a third, please? My mom said they were supposed to take forever but
I've only known about being a Kitsune for a couple of years now and I have two!
She said that it took her a decade to get her second one. I um… didn't tell her
that I have two now, just that I was curious about them."
Peter smiled and hugged Kira, she was starting to feel the need for more power;
Kitsunes were notorious learners. Once Peter had started her on gathering
Tails, she wasn't going to be able to curb that. "I'd be more than happy to,
but in order for you to gain your third, we need to meet, face to face. Can you
do that?"
"I don't know… everyone is on edge because Allison went missing… I don't think
they'll let me of all people go out alone… Are you making her Pack too?"
"Then sneak out. If you really want to learn, you'll find a way. And bring
Malia with you, she'll be your back-up excuse, saying that you didn't go out
alone. It's a secret but yes, we're trying to get her to see our side of
things. Stiles and Allison never really did anything against me, they were just
doing what their friend told them. Both of them are useful to me so it's much
better for me to pull them to my side than to just kill them. I know I'm a
cold-hearted killer but in this instance, I'd rather not shed unnecessary
blood, because of you."
Kira nodded, just taking in that bit of information, it was nice of Peter to be
thinking of her. At least this way, she'd have Packmates that she knew, and
that Peter wanted to provide that for her. Satisfied with that, she turned back
to the other subject. "How will I know where to meet you? What if I can't get
away today?"
Peter kissed the top of her head, "Let's set a date for this coming Wednesday.
That gives you 4 days to plan. And just head out to the woods by the school,
your Kitsune will find me, just trust in your Fox spirit."
"Okay, I can do that."
The next four days passed slowly, Kira practicing with her FoxFire every moment
she could. She wasn't sure why but she just had a feeling that Peter was going
to teach her something that had to do with her FoxFire. When Wednesday finally
came, Kira was digging through her bag of clothes, looking for something to
wear. At first she'd thought about the skirt from the camping trip and then she
remembered that it was taken as evidence… Still though, she wanted something-
she just felt like she needed to look nice! She was seeing Peter face-to-face
again for the first time in awhile. She settled for a crop top and a simple
black skirt, throwing it all on and then tying up her hair.
"Ready?" Malia asked.
"Yea, I think so."
Malia nodded and grabbed their bag of clothes, heading out into the main room.
"Hey, Mr. Argent, we're ready to go… I know we're all supposed to be here but
the loft just doesn't have enough space for us all let alone the washing
necessities. Thanks for helping us out."
"Yea, I understand, are you sure just two is okay?"
"Well I'm a Coyote and she's a Kitsune so I think with the four of us it will
be fine."
"Yea well Allison was a trained Hunter and she still got taken…"
Kira frowned and set a hand on his arm, "And that's why we're all moving in
groups now. There are a lot more people concentrated here, this is our base of
operations, I think it makes the most sense to have more Hunters here… If it
makes you feel better, we can bring a third guy with us. We're only going to be
gone long enough to wash a few loads of clothes and maybe have lunch."
"That would make me feel better, and it's only one less person, still plenty
here to man the loft. You girls be careful though, stay on your toes."
Both of them nodded and went to the loft door while Chris waved three of his
guys over. Malia leaned in, whispering, "Three? It's going to be hard enough to
sneak past two of them…"
"I've got it covered," Kira smiled.
They all drove over to Kira's house, the three Hunters following them in and
doing a quick sweep. When they were given the 'all clear' the girls started
separating their clothes and loading the washer.
"So?"
"I still have my sleeping medicine here. It doesn't have a strong smell, nor
does it taste really bad. Obviously we're going to have them eat with us, we
can just mix some into their sodas."
Malia immediately brightened, "Absolutely genius!"
It didn't take too long for the last load of clothes to be in the dryer so Kira
offered to make some sandwiches for everyone. Luckily all three of them men
accepted, so she didn't have to worry about attacking one of them if they
didn't drink the stuff. They were eating in the living room, talking about
anything except for the current issue when one of the guys complained about
being super sleepy, eyes drifting shut. Right after he spoke, the guy on his
left just slumped over, out like a light.
"What's going on?"
"Oh my gosh, is he alright?" Kira asked, voice high like she was panicked.
"I..dun..o" was all the last guy managed to get out before he passed out as
well.
"Okay let's go… I hope Peter is still there, what if he got tired of waiting
and left?" Kira asked.
"Oh, he's waiting for you, trust me. The only reason he'd leave is if he felt
that you were hurt or scared via the Claim bond, then he'd come save you."
Malia went and grabbed up their bag with the clothes, knowing that it had some
of their essentials in it. She'd been hoping that maybe today would be the day,
wanting out of the damned loft and to just be with Peter. So it didn't hurt to
be prepared, just in case.
They two of them hurried out the back door and ran to the school, past the
lacrosse field and into the woods.
"Okay, he said to just… let my Kitsune spirit lead me." Kira closed her eyes
and sparked her aura, seeing a huge fox in her mind's eye. It whispered to her,
telling her to just head further into the trees. As they walked along she kept
her eyes closed, just listening as her inner spirit guided her.
"Well done, I see you figured out how to listen," a voice called out lightly.
She opened her eyes and felt her heart sped up, seeing him leaning up against a
tree. "H-hey Peter." The sight of him stirred up a lot of feelings for Kira,
she felt flushed and nervous, knowing he was really here, in the flesh. She
licked her lips as she looked him over, his broad shoulders and captivating
eyes made her want to run up to him and- no, she wasn't here for that. This was
for training! Kira blinked a few times to calm herself down, to focus.
Meanwhile it took everything Malia had to keep from jumping up and down,
leaping into her father's arms. This was for Kira, she was just here as backup,
in case they decided to go with Peter.
"I brought you something," he told the Kitsune, lifting her katana from behind
the tree. He of course hadn't missed the looks she'd given him, it made him
feel good to know that he had that kind of effect on her without needed to call
up the old hypnosis he'd put her under. When Kira walked over and took it from
his outstretched hand, he casually brushed his fingers against hers, loving the
fact that he was touching her for real. He stayed leaning against the tree,
watching as the Kitsune swung the sword around, reassuring herself that it was
really hers. "You know, I could watch you train with swords all day, you're
absolutely riveting when you're in the zone," Peter commented.
"We're doing weapon training?" Kira asked, dropping her gaze a bit. It was nice
to have her katana back but, this wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just… I kinda had a feeling that today was going to involve my
FoxFire- I've been practicing. I trained enough with my mom with the katana, I
know how to use it really well."
Peter laughed lightly, "Today does have to do with your FoxFire, you have very
keen instincts. But it also involves the sword, just not in any way your mom
taught you. We're doing something completely new."
Kira perked up, "We are? Awesome!"
Malia perched herself on a fallen log and was content to just watch, ears
perked to make sure they stayed alone. This should be very interesting to
watch… she'd been awed when Kira had told her about her first Tail, and of
course she did her best to describe how she'd earned her second one. But Malia
got to be here for this one. Even if she didn't quite master the lesson and
achieve the Tail, Malia could see firsthand what it was like.
Peter positioned himself behind Kira, covering her hands with his own as she
held the blade out in front of her. He paused just for a moment as a shiver
passed through Kira's body at his proximity, she was hopelessly attracted to
him and it made him want to take her here in the woods. But he refrained, "Okay
so today, we're going to learn how to imbue your weapon with your spark, your
power. Once you've learned how to do that, we can start the second step that
leads to your Tail."
"Two parts? Oh okay, cool. So… I can make my sword an extension of my powers?
Is that what you mean by imbuing it?"
"Yea, it is most helpful for Thunder or Fire Kitsunes, occasionally Mountain or
even Sound Kitsunes but it's the second half of the lesson that makes it useful
for every type," Peter explained.
Kira was vibrating with energy as she waited for Peter to explain the steps to
her, this was already sounding amazing. And this was only her third Tail, what
other kinds of powers might she learn about?!
"So, I know this is going to sound redundant, since you've learned how to wield
the sword, but you need to truly bond with it. Just by holding it in your
hands, the sword becomes more than just a sword. When you're wielding it, you
can use it to kill certain creatures, but if I held that same weapon and
attacked the same creature, it would be ineffective. Any weapon brandished by a
Kitsune is a magically powered weapon."
"So it… well I don't want to say it has like a spirit or anything but… Oh, it
has a kind of essence? That only we can tap into?"
"Yea, basically. It's hard to describe and that's just about how I was going to
explain it to you. Kitsunes are elemental beings so they interact differently
with all sort of inanimate objects. Since you have an affinity for weapons, it
makes sense that you awaken a sort of power in the weapons you use. So, just,
feel the essence of the sword in your hand."
Kira nodded and concentrated, just feeling the katana in her hands, the weight
of it, the flow of how her body moves, just so naturally. "I think, I think I
found it, I'm not sure… how can I tell?"
"Well, let's just move on to the next step, if it works then you're on the
right track. Next, force some of the spark into the weapon. Just let it pass
from your hands into the weapon- not over it, into it. It might take a second,
but you'll know the minute you succeed." Peter slowly removed his hands so he
didn't impede any of the electricity, settling them on her waist instead.
Moments passed and then suddenly Kira's sword lit up, a burst of energy flowing
from her and the sword, her hair swirling in the air.
"Whoa?! I… I did it!" Kira exclaimed as she opened her eyes, seeing her katana
glowing now.
"Now to use it, let the power just flow through you, see what happens," Peter
suggested, amazed as seeing this with Kira. He'd seen one other Kitsune wield a
weapon in this state but it was a River Kitsune so it was with water instead,
it wasn't nearly as magnificent.
The Kitsune swung her sword, sweeping it over her head and shoulders, spinning
and digging the blade into a nearby tree. As soon as the metal hit the bark, it
exploded with huge arcs of electricity, an impressive hole in the tree now. She
panted as her energy flowed out of her, expended suddenly.
"That was impressive! Although it looks like it took a lot out of you. It might
take some time to learn how to adjust the power you put into it. That's what
practice is for though."
"And this isn't the part that gets me my Tail is it? There's more? Or do I just
have to master the power output?"
"No, there is a second part, you just have to imbue it with the spark in order
to even try to achieve the second part."
"Okay, tell me… I might not be able to, do it right now, but if you tell me how
maybe I can start preparing myself," she panted out.
Peter nodded, "I can do that. So, once you've managed to tie your spark to your
weapon, you have infinite more control over it. Because the Thunder element is
now a part of that katana, you can call it to you-"
"Whoa, you mean like, from across the room or something?" she interrupted, awed
at the possibility.
"Even further, the Kitsune who taught me about the Tails was able to summon her
bagh naka from 50 yards away, while being in a completely different building.
It takes a lot of control and focus, and the less familiar you are with the
weapon, the harder it is. So since you've practiced a lot with this katana, and
since it's the first weapon you've tied to your spark, you'll be able to call
that weapon faster, further, than other weapons."
Kira's jaw dropped, "I…I can learn to do something like that? And with multiple
weapons?"
"Yes Sweetness. I can feel a huge amount of power within you, if you let me
work with you more, I know we could make you more powerful than my friend, and
she was 650 years old. Even though I promised to teach you, I doubt that any
other Kitsune could have mastered their FoxFire and bond with a weapon in such
a short time."
"See Kira, I told you that you were special! Even your mom said that it took
her a decade to even get her second Tail. And it's only been a few months total
and you're working on your third!" Malia called out.
Kira's cheeks were hurting as she spun around, smiling like crazy- Peter had
been telling the truth! "Do… do you know how to get all nine Tails? I mean… do
you know all the lessons I have to learn?"
"Of course I do, I learned everything I could about Kitsunes. It took awhile
since, the different elements have a few different techniques. But I know how
to get you all nine of your Tails. I can't promise that they won't take a lot
of time to master. So far you know about healing and FoxFire, the weapon
summoning is what you're learning now. So that's three, let's wait until later
to go over the others. If I tell you now, you might not want to keep me around
later," Peter joked, carefully gauging her reaction.
"That's not true… you've helped me so much, I couldn't treat you like that,"
Kira told him.
Peter smiled, "I was just joking, I know you aren't that kind of person. But
still, let's wait on those, so that way you can focus solely on this Tail."
She nodded, "Yea, that makes sense- I'd totally get distracted with questions
if you told me about the other ones now." With that she picked up her sword
again and focused her energy into it, waking up the spark and making it glow.
"Now what?"
"Focus on your awareness of the sword, it's easy right now since it's in your
hands, but just become aware of it, after that we'll move it a few feet away."
"Gotcha." She twirled the katana around a bit, just letting some of her spark
pour into it, watching as electricity shot off here and there. As she just spun
around, she could feel her tie with the sword grow a bit. As she moved around,
she felt her awareness shift, Peter and Malia faded from her senses as she
focused on her katana. With all the time Kira had spent with the katana, it was
only minutes before she felt acutely aware of the sword in her hands. "I'm
ready now, I can feel it."
"If you're sure, go put it by the tree and step away- make sure to turn the
spark off first. Then just… call it to you."
Kira nodded, pulling the electricity back into her weapon before leaning it
against the tree and taking a step back. She turned to Peter, waiting silently
for his instructions. Kira had long since gotten over the weirdness of Peter, a
Werewolf, being the one to teach her instead of her mother.
"We'll start simple, step by step instead of trying to jump to the final step.
Try to create a spark in the sword from this distance."
"Easy!" Kira laughed, knowing that this step would be child's play. She could
probably start up the spark from even 15 feet away- she could feel that that
was her limit right now, and she was maybe three feet away right now. Her eyes
started to glow as she ignited the spark in her katana, little arcs shooting
off of the blade.
Peter grinned, "Very good! Now the tricky part; this is the hardest part, but
once you learn step two, step three comes easy. You need to use your Thunder
powers to create a portal between your hand and the weapon."
"Ummm…" she paused, not really sure how to do that. "How exactly? Please tell
me I get a hint or something…"
"I can only go off of what I was told but basically you need to connect the
spark in your body with the spark you put into the katana- create a pathway.
The third step is pulling the weapon through that portal and into your hand,
hence why once it's open, the summoning is easy."
Kira sucked in a breath, that sounded kind of hard; she'd thought that maybe it
was more of a magnetic thing… But then this was something all Kitsunes could
do. So she narrowed her eyes and concentrated, turning the spark back on in her
sword. And since Peter had mentioned pulling it to her hand, she pooled her
spark into her hand as well. But then she felt stuck… She wasn't a big science
nerd… How did someone create a portal?
"Need another hint? I might be able to help you figure it out, even though I
have never personally experienced creating something like that," Peter offered.
No, not yet…" Kira decided to just go with her intuition, she was a Kitsune
after all. She didn't need a degree in theoretical physics for this. Instead of
focusing on making the portal, Kira focused on pulling the weapon to her, maybe
that would be enough. After a few moments of concentrating, she could feel that
the katana wanted to come to her but it was having trouble. She turned to
Peter, "Attack me."
"What? I promised I would never hurt you again, I don't want to attack you…"
"Think of it as training, I didn't mean for you to actually hurt me. I just
think that I need to jumpstart the portal. If I feel like I'm in danger, that
will help me."
Peter nodded in understanding; he'd be extremely careful but he wasn't going to
deny her when she needed his help with something. He'd only push hard enough
for her to feel desperate, but not put her in any danger. They squared off, the
Wolf with his claws out and the Kitsune weaponless. He swung at her, keeping
his slash wide so she'd have time to read his movement and dodge. Kira of
course easily ducked and kicked out, lightly tagging Peter's thigh; she'd
practiced with Scott of course, and Malia, she was used to the light touch. But
at the same time, she knew just how much power Peter had and was glad that he
was going slow with her. She knew nothing of his fighting style and if he
attacked too fast, she was sure to get hurt.
Kira dodged and kicked, all the while trying to pull her weapon to her.
Occasionally she felt his claws touch her skin but they never broke skin.
Slowly, Peter picked up the pace, only when he was certain she was keeping up
with his attack pattern. Then, because he knew she was looking for a push, he
ran at her, one hand lightly circling around her neck as he did a leg sweep.
His free arm snaked around her middle, slowing her down as he pretended to slam
her onto the forest floor. Her eyes widened at the bolder attack but she just
went with it, legs kicking up and knocking him away, momentum pulling her into
a backwards somersault. As she leapt to her feet, she spun in a circle, arm out
as though she had her katana; Kira envisioned it swinging into her opponent,
that she needed her katana to even stand a chance against this enemy. As she
swung, she suddenly felt something solid in her hand- her katana. Abruptly she
stopped her movement, sword's edge just inches away from Peter's neck. Both of
them were panting, having exerted more energy than they'd realized in that
short exchange.
"I… I did it!" Kira exclaimed, jumping into the air, dropping the sword from
its precarious position. "It worked! I don't even know how… I didn't focus on
step two, only on step three."
Peter laughed, "I'm glad you were able to stop at such short notice, you were
moving pretty fast, I would have had trouble dodging that one."
"That… that was amazing… I'm not even sure I can do it again, I'm just wiped
out. But I did it! Maybe after I've rested I can try again."
"Kira, come here," Malia called out softly. She was holding out the box for
Kira's Tails.
Kira walked over, surprised to see her holding that since it was supposed to be
in the loft. "Why did… Is… is that my third Tail?" As she looked into the box,
she saw a second shuriken in the box, with a slight space between it and the
first one since Peter still had the second one.
"Yea, you did it! You might not have completely mastered it but you've learned
the trick and performed it," Malia gushed.
"We should put this one in there with the others as well," Peter mentioned,
leaning over Kira's shoulder to gently put the second obsidian Tail in its
place.
Kira turned and faced him, eyes glowing- her Kitsune was coming out, wanting to
thank him. But then Peter flashed his own eyes at her, automatically responding
to the Fox calling out to him, red now, the eyes of an Alpha. Kira felt a
strong pull, sensing all the power that Peter had now, all that he was willing
to share with her. She leapt at him, legs wrapping around his middle as she
kissed him, hands in his hair. Even though they were in the middle of the
woods, semi-close to the school, she needed Peter inside her, now! Her Kitsune
spirit was tired of waiting and now that she knew Peter was an Alpha, she was
ready to bond with him, in the flesh.
Peter rumbled as she kissed him, lowering them both to the dirt, hands roaming
her body. He laid them back, Kira on top of him as she undid his pants, gently
pulling him out. His hands bunched her skirt up, moved her underwear so she
could slide down on him. Both of them ignored Malia as she stood there watching
them with glowing eyes, they were lost in each other. Kira rocked on top of him
frantically, whimpering as she felt him inside her, for real… all those times
that he'd come to her in her dream state were nothing like this. Peter lifted
his hips, thrusting into her as she rolled hers forward, her head thrown back
as she moaned. Her hands were gripping his shirt, keeping herself steady while
she bounced up and down, trying to pull Peter in as deep as she could. When she
got close to orgasming, she looked down at her Wolf, a wanting expression in
her eyes. Peter understood immediately what she needed, what she was silently
pleading for. He bared his neck, moaning as she bent down and pressed her teeth
into his skin. Then he arched his back, coming as he felt the Kitsune spirit
bite down, pouring some of her essence into him. Kira made a keening noise next
to his ear, grinding down on him as she came, legs tightening around him. Peter
lay there, catching his breath as he held Kira close- he'd let her Claim him.
He couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face, Kira had wanted to
Claim him, and he let her, knowing that he loved her.
Kira nuzzled Peter's neck, feeling at peace now that she'd fully accepted Peter
as her Mate and as the father to their unborn child. Everything was clear now,
the slight haze she'd been feeling as she was surrounded by Scott's Pack was
gone, now she was with her Alpha and felt wonderful. "Can we come with you? I
don't want to go back to the loft!"
"Of course you can, I've been waiting to hear you ask that. We can go right
now."
Malia softly pitched in, not wanting to ruin the moment, "Why do you think I
brought your Tails? I packed more than just our clothes that needed to be
washed. I packed all of our essentials- I've been waiting for this."
Kira laughed lightly, "Sorry for taking so long to come around. But I'm ready
now, I promise!"
Peter kissed her and pulled out of her, rearranging her clothes before pulling
them both to their feet. "Let's go check in on Stiles and Allison then. Both of
them are excited to see you."
"Yea, I want to see my Packmates," Kira commented, leaning against Peter's side
as Malia picked up their bag of belongings. "I wanna go home!"
All three of them were in high spirits as they hurried out of the area, finally
together. Peter grinned as he drove away, already planning his next steps,
knowing that Scott and the rest would be devastated by this new loss. He had
time to wait, and he was going to spend it with Kira and his Betas,
strengthening his Pack, getting them ready for what was coming.
Chapter End Notes
     Bam, end of this section! What comes next is going to be Peter's
     final move against Scott! Which deserves it's own story hahaha.
     Things will not go well for Scott and his Pack, but Allison, Stiles,
     Kira, and Malia are all happy with Peter. Warning now, there is going
     to be a big time skip between the end of this story and what comes
     next.
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