❝MY REPUTATIONS NEVER BEEN WORSE.❞
❝SO YOU MUST LIKE ME FOR ME.❞
In which the girl with a taste for human blood realizes that not all monsters do monstrous things.
[TEEN WOLF s2 & beyond]
cover by @fireandbloods
#1 in #teen...
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Since everything that happened at the motel, Heather had been avoiding Stiles. She'd been avoiding everyone really. Stiles and Lydia hadn't told anyone the specifics of what happened but everyone knew that she and the other werewolves had reached such a low point that they all considered suicide.
And even though it was through the influence of the darach, Heather still couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Embarrassed that she let that thing in her head, in her thoughts. Embarrassed that both Stiles and Lydia had to witness it. And she hated the awful memories that had been dragged up and the way her heart felt like an empty void when they did.
Hearing a knock at the door she turned and could immediately tell it was Stiles on the other side. When she swung the door open he nearly punched her in the face as he was reaching to knock again.
"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" he asked.
"I didn't want to talk," she said.
"Yeah well two doctors are missing," he said.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," she told him.
"No, you don't get it. Two doctors! Healers!" he exclaimed.
"I get it, Stiles. Go stake out the hospital if you're so worried" she said.
"Hello?! Heather, you're next! You literally have magic blood that heals people!" he said.
Heather couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Stiles. Go home."
"Do you even listen to me when I talk?" he asked.
"You have no idea how hard I try to do anything else," she said.
"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment," he said. "But the point is, your next so I'm here to keep an eye on you."
"You? I'm sorry, even if the darach were to show up and kidnap me, strangle me, slash my throat, and beat my head in what are you supposed to do about it that I can't?" she asked and nodded as he remained silent and tried to think. "Exactly. Now go home."
"Too late!" he said, practically jumping inside as she tried to close the door on him. "I'm already here."
Heather rolled her eyes as she locked the door and walked past him to her living room.
"How come I've never been here before?" he asked, looking around.
"Because I've never invited you. Kind of like how you're not invited now" she said.
"I'm sorry for wanting to make sure you're not a human sacrifice," he said.
"I'm not human. Isn't that like a necessary criteria for a human sacrifice?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, when did you become an expert on Celtic human sacrifice?" he asked, sitting next to her as she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. But if you're staying, don't touch anything" she said.
