"Mexico was not what I pictured when you said you wanted me to go away with you", Baby muttered into Stiles' ear as they looked around the small town. The vampire grimaced at the hot sun and dust surrounding them. Vampires didn't burst into flames in sunlight but they didn't have much melatonin to protect their skin so it was true that they burnt easily. Generally they had a love/hate relationship with the giant ball of gas. One, being cold blooded the sun's heat was amazing, but they got sunburn easily. So that was a huge downside. Baby had already put on a lot of sunscreen and was hiding his black eyes behind shades.

"Well this isn't so bad", Stiles shrugged. "Gets us out". He was in his usual tshirt and jeans. Baby standing next to him in his black king jeans, white tshirt and black boots. A hoodie tied around his waist.

"It's not the town", Lydia huffed. She was in a navy blue dress with a denim jacket and knee high boots. "It's the plan".

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"Stiles. This could be the most stupidest plan we've ever come up with, you know that right?"

"I'm aware it's not one of our best", Stiles conceded.

"Still better than any plan I've come up with", baby pointed out.

"Babes", stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "I love you but your plan is normally along the lines of beating them up".

"Issac liked my plans", Baby pouted. Stiles waved his hands.

"And there's my point. Also, Issac is in France so he can't support your brute force plans". That was true. Argent and Issac had left beacon hills a week after the nogitsune was killed. Argent couldn't stay in a town that had cost him so much and Issac didn't have much else. They hadn't said goodbye, just left a note on the apartment door. It had been almost a month since.

"We're going to die", Lydia sung as they began walking leisurely through the streets, avoid the cars and scooters.

"Are you saying that as a human or a banshee?" Baby asked.

"I'm saying that as a person".

"So no banshee predictions?" Stiles clarified. "Or are you just being pessimistic".

"I'm saying it as a person who don't want to die".

"Then could you mind restricting talks of death to actually banshee predictions?"

"This plan is stupid and we're going to die", Lydia smiled.

"Thank you", baby grinned back. "That's so refreshing and inspiring".

They continued walking through town as the sun set and night fell over the buildings. The lack of sun did nothing to quieten the bustle of the place. People shouting to each other in Spanish and the sound of dogs barking echoed through the streets. They were just turning the street towards their destination when a phone began ringing loudly. Baby pulled his phone from his pocket and frowned at the number on display.

"Is it Scott?" Stiles asked.

"No", baby muttered. "Can you guys wait for a second so I can take this?" Stiles shrugged and nodded. "Thanks, I won't be long". Baby grinned at them before stepping a few metres away and answering the call. Stiles and Lydia watching as his face scrunched up bitterly and he listened.

"What's that about?" Lydia murmured.

"I have no clue", Stiles replied. He knew it was not a good call as Baby's whole form was tense and his face was set in a scowl. He watched as dark eyes widened and then narrowed angrily. The boy muttered a few things back down the phone angrily before hanging up. He glared at the device before stuffing it in his pocket and returning to them.

"Sorry about that".

"What was it? Was it bad?" Lydia asked.

Baby gave her a tight smile. "Family issues apparently but it can wait". Stiles opened his mouth to ask but baby took his hand and squeezed it. Stiles shut his mouth, baby would tell him later.

They continued down to the double wooden doors that was their destination. Three young men dressed in black were waiting outside, obviously guarding the place. Lydia looked at them nervously. She asked them something in Spanish, probably something along the lines of 'is this where the party is?' Baby didn't speak Spanish. The men didn't answer. Baby fumbled for a minute and pulled out a card from his pocket. He handed it to Stiles, who held it up. It was a playing card with a skull printed in the face. One of the men gestured up to the corner where the dim red light of a security camera blinked at them. Stiles held the card up to the lens.

There was a buzz as the door unlocked and the men moved aside. Baby took Stiles' hand and stepped up through the door. Lydia following them. Inside was a long corridor lit by little lamps set in to the walls. The door shut with a click behind them as they walked forward. Baby glanced back at them then pushed the wooden door on the other side of the corridor open. Noise blasted them. Rave music vibrating through them as they stepped out into the party. Partially clothed young people were writhing on the dance floor. Lights were flashing and the crowd pulsed. Baby took a deep breath of the emotions in the air and grinned. If it weren't for the men up on the second floor above them, looking down through the crowd, then he would have thought this perfect hunting grounds.

Stiles lead them round the dance floor to the wooden bar. As soon as they leaned on it, the bartender set three shots informer of them. Lydia and stiles paused, blinking down at the drinks. Then hands clasped them on the shoulders. "No, on the house", one of the guards said in English. His accent thick. He nodded at them.

"Cool", baby grinned. He shared a glance with Stiles and Lydia. "If you're not going to, then I'll have them". Then he grabbed his shot and tipped it back. Doing the same to Stiles' and Lydia's.

"Hah good man", the guard clapped him on the shoulder. "Most American teenagers don't cross the boarder to refuse a drink".

"We didn't come to drink", Lydia stated.

"I'm British", baby corrected. "And I'm chill with a drink".

Lydia flipped a small gold object between her fingers. The bullet casing had a skull imprinted in the metal. The guard's smile fell. "Alright", he nodded. Then he held a radio up to his mouth and said something in Spanish. There was a static reply and he looked them over. "Come with me".

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