Selenian

adjective | se - le - ni - an | meaning - of or relating to the moon 

05; Eliminating the Threat

While Miles liked to pride himself on his patience, Beacon Hills had an uncanny way of testing that patience. He'd spent days alone trekking creatures through the wilderness in Europe without a single qualm, but a single period of English made Miles feel like he was about to lose his mind. 

Luckily, the class had finally ended, along with his school day, allowing Miles to get to his locker and pack any needed supplies before he headed to his car. 

Seeing as Miles had been trained to always know what was happening in his surroundings, he knew somebody was walking up to him before they could even open their mouth. His original plan was to keep his back to them and just ignore them, that way they wouldn't infringe upon his plan of getting out of school as soon as possible. Sadly, the person, who was now leaning against the lockers next to Miles, wasn't planning on going unnoticed. 

"So, you're the one who found me." 

Miles extracted his head from his locker, where he may or may not have tried hiding it inside of in an attempt to avoid an unwanted conversation. He quickly straightened his posture, hoping whoever had been talking to his hadn't noticed what he'd just tried to do. 

"Allison said your name was Miles, right?" The strawberry blonde pursed her lips together, her fine eyebrows rising up to look at the much taller boy expectantly. 

Of course Miles knew who she was immediately. Lydia Martin, the girl he had in deed found. And, in finding her, he'd pissed off his family in the process by merely doing the right thing. Now they were second guessing him, wondering if his time in France had just made him soft. 

Miles hands tightened around the straps of his backpack at the mere thought of his family. Lydia cocked her head to the side, apparently trying to read Miles. He mentally wished her good luck, because most times he even struggled to read himself. 

"Yeah, Miles," He muttered in response, giving the girl a small nod. Miles looked over Lydia's head, which was fairly easy seeing as he was nearly a foot taller then her, even while she wore heels, and he watched kids clearing out of the building. Miles sighed heavily, wishing that he'd gotten to be one of them. 

"Well," Lydia smacked her lips, causing Miles to look down at them without even meaning to, "I guess I should thank you then." 

"You don't have to." Miles moved to walk around Lydia, but the strawberry blonde caught him off guard, side stepping in front of him before he could go anywhere. Miles let out a deep breathe, looking down at the girl to express his exasperation in a well practiced frown, which somehow got no reaction from the person on it's receiving end, like it normally did. 

"Allison said you can be kind of a hard ass." Lydia was carelessly twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Miles didn't know why she kept talking to him, if she was really as bored as she was letting on. 

At the mention of his cousin, Miles unwilling felt his expression soften. "Well, Al knows me well, I guess." 

"Al?" Now Lydia was the one frowning, though she didn't look so ready to break necks as she did so. "She actually lets you call her that?" 

"Well, 'let's me' is kind of a stretch." Miles muttered, almost amused at the thought of his cousin rolling her eyes at him. "It's nice talking to you and all, Lydia, but I have to get home." 

For the second time, Miles moved to walk past Lydia and, once again, she stopped him. This time, though, she put a small, freshly manicured hand on his chest, partly just to see if it was as muscular as it looked, and partly to keep him from leaving just yet. Miles let Lydia push him back to wear he was, his head falling downwards hopelessly, strands of his hair falling ever so slightly in his face. 

"Seriously, though." Something had changed in Lydia's voice, and by the time Miles found himself looking into her green eyes, he was no longer annoyed but intrigued. "You know, if you hadn't found me when you did, there's a chance I could've died. So please, just accept my gratitude, because I don't go around giving it to everyone." 

Miles shrugged, his eyes inexplicably trapped in exchange with hers, unable to escape, though in all fairness he was hardly trying to. "You're welcome. It's just part of the job." 

As soon as the words fell past his lips, Miles wished he could take them back. He cringed internally, cursing himself for not being more careful with his sentence choice. Maybe his family was right, maybe he did have more decision making skills. 

"Job?" Lydia asked. 

"Nevermind." Miles quickly shook his head. "But if you really show me you're gratitude, do me a favor and stay inside tonight." 

This time, Miles managed to side step a confused looking Lydia Martin. A sense of vague freedom filled the boy as his eyes locked onto the schools exit. Finally, he was able to go home and discuss with his family a course of action. 

"What's tonight?" Lydia quickly called after him. 

Without turning around, Miles shouted back, "It's the full moon." 

The office of the Argent house was currently occupied by three very different men. The youngest of the three had been surprised that he'd been invited in at all, mostly because he was sure his family had temporarily lost faith in him in his apparent lapse of judgement involving Lydia Martin. Needless to say, he was more then eager to still have the chance to please his grandfather, and sat quietly in the office in order to do so, never speaking unless addressed but devising a plan with every second. 

"I'm not interested in whether they locked up a sixteen year old kid." Gerard told two of his trusted confidants as he dug through the desk drawer in search for his container of pills. "I'm interested in what's going to happen to that sixteen year old when that moon hits its peak tonight. Do we have proof?" 

"Is the next step killing him?" Chris asked in a stiff tone. 

Miles, who had been patiently picking at under his nails with a long silver dagger, looked up at his grandfather for an answer. Miles was not one to be against killing a monster, but first he needed proof that what he was about to kill was in deed a monster. Unlike some members of his family, Miles did not kill for fun, but more because he felt it was his duty. He was an Argent after all. 

"Miles," Gerard called to his grandson, though his eyes remained on his son. "Tell me what we discussed earlier. What is the next step?" 

"Eliminating the threat, sir," Miles answered in a clear tone, his voice projected with procession, just as he had been taught. He could feel his Uncle's eyes burning into him, but he made sure to hold his grandfathers contact until the older man looked away. 

Gerard tossed a concoction of pills into his mouth, and Miles realized with a jolt how old his grandfather was getting. Without using water, Gerard swallowed the pills dry, and Miles, with slight ease overcoming him with the conclusion, noted that even in his old age his grandfather was still as tough as nails. 

"Do we have proof?" Gerard repeated. 

"I haven't been in history class for a while, but I'm pretty sure straight up genocide hasn't worked out too often." Chris Argent evaded his fathers questions once more. 

Involuntarily, Miles found himself agreeing with his uncle more so then his grandfather. He didn't know why, but something had just felt off. One of Miles, biggest pet peeve was feeling in the dark about something, and he found his eyes turning to his grandfather. Of course he knew he had no reason to think something wasn't quite right with the older man, but his gut didn't seem to get that. 

"Do we have proof or not," Gerard was now frowning at his son. 

"Not irrefutable." Chris answered swiftly. "But not insignificant. The drivers side door of Lahey's car was... pried off." 

"Pried off?" Miles raised an eyebrow towards his uncle. 

"Ripped off." Chris corrected. 

Gerard's eyes fell away from his son, and instead on something behind the hunter. The eldest man cleared his throat sternly, causing both Miles and Chris to turn to see what Gerard had been looking at. 

Just beyond the door way was Allison. She hovered outside carefully, looking almost like a confused young deer, new and slightly lost in the world. Her hand was raised to her face, covering her mouth cautiously. It was clear that she had been listening in on the trios conversation, and she didn't bother trying to hide it. 

Chris unfolded his arms as he turned towards his daughter. He looked as though he wanted to say something to her, but then opted to closing the doors so she couldn't hear anything else they had to say. 

"So, how do we go about eliminating the threat?" Gerard asked once the doors were securely closed. 

Chris crossed his arms, looking as though he did not care in planning a teenagers death. Miles understood where he was coming from, but at the same time he'd already come up with a plan, and he wasn't capable of keeping it from his grandfather, even if he had wanted to. 

"If he's in jail, we need an inside man." Miles started off. He stepped towards his grandfather, his hands fidgeting together as he risked letting something he thought to be a good idea be shot down. "Then, if we're really going to kill him, I think it should be quickly. And with something small, something people wouldn't notice when you're walking around a sheriff's station." 

"And what would that be?" Gerard prodded. Miles hesitated, he couldn't tell if his grandfather was agreeing with his plan so far, or not. 

"A needle," Miles said, after thinking over it for a second. "Yeah, a needle," Miles repeated, this time more firmly. "With the right kind of wolfsbane, and a newly turned beta, you can have him out via lethal injection." 

Through Gerard's eyes flickered a look that almost resembled pride. "Very good, Miles. Very good, in deed." 

Miles nodded once, a small, prideful smile tugging at his lips, but he didn't dare to let it out. There was still plenty more work to do. His plan was a damn good one, but there were still things they needed to go over to insure it working. And Miles was not about to fail his family for a second time in one week. 

By the time the three were sure the plan had been combed over enough times, they readied one of their hunters who had access to a deputies uniform. Once they had him sent out, they decided to address their next problem. 

"Allison," Chris called from the now open office doorway. Miles looked passed him to see his cousin standing in the hallway, nearly colliding with the hunter they'd just sent out. 

"Come in, we'd like to talk to you." Gerard invited. Miles crossed his arms over his chest, knowing he probably wasn't going to be thrilled with the conversation that was about to unfold. 

"I'm supposed to study with Lydia," Allison explained quickly, preparing herself to turn away from the three men. "I really don't have time to chat." 

"Actually, that's who we want to talk to you about, sweetheart." Chris told his daughter. The older man reached out and gripped the door in his hand, holding it open expectantly for his daughter. 

Allison gave in to her families wishes and slowly entered the office. While Chris and Gerard launched into asking question over question about her apparent best friend, Miles stood next to a book shelf. His nimble fingers silently picked out an old brown book. On the coves read The Brothers Grimm Collection in intertwining golden letters. Miles gently opened the aged book up flipping through the fairytales he'd heard plenty of variations of, all while keeping an ear on the conversation buzzing around him. 

The reason Miles was trying to look like he was paying more attention to the book then to the discussion was not because he wasn't actually interested in it, but because he knew he shouldn't be. The questions they were asking about Lydia seemed to be a touchy subject for his younger cousin, which Miles supposed was understandable. 

He knew that some of the things they were asking were a stretch just from the conversation he'd had with Lydia earlier that day, not that he'd ever admit to having a conversation with her. If he tried defending her now, after the stunt he'd already pulled with her, well Miles didn't even want to think about what could happen to him. He knew he was standing on thin ice with every hunter in a twenty mile radius, and Miles had no idea what he'd do with himself if that ice broke. Without hunting, he had nothing. 

Finally, the interrogation of his cousin was over, and Miles imagined he was nearly as thankful for that as Allison. His cousin quickly said her good nights to her family members, before rushing off with a sudden determination to her room. 

Miles, in a more stern and polite manor, shook his grandfathers hand and nodded to his uncle before heading off to his own room. 

Miles was in the midst of writing a short essay for his French class ( which was the only class he could successfully participate in seeing as he had actually lived in France) when he'd gotten an assignment from his grandfather. 

Apparently, Cody, the hunter who they'd sent out to euthanize  a certain werewolf problem, had come across a problem. And, in order to redeem himself in the other hunters eyes, Gerard had instructed Miles to be the one to assist his fellow hunter. 

When Miles arrived to the scene, Cody was standing out side of his car. Before Miles even had the chance to jump out of his SUV, he noted that Cody had two flat tires, and that the deputy-dressed hunter was clutching his left leg. 

"They sent you?" Cody spat once Miles had jumped out of the car. 

"Do you really want me to go back and tell them to get someone else?" Miles inquired, his expression plain and his glare as harsh as Cody's tone. "Now, what the hell happened to you?" 

"What the hell does it look like?" 

"It looks like you screwed up, too. Maybe we're not so different, huh? At least when I did my apparently huge fuck up, I did so unscathed. What even happened to your leg?" 

Cody removed his hand from his bleeding leg to show an arrow lodged into the wound. For a moment, a look of shock washed across Miles' face before he was able to cover up his surprise. Miles then stepped away from the other hunter, kneeling next to one of the tires to see it's flat had also been caused by an arrow. 

"Did you see who did this?" Miles questioned, straightening himself back up to a towering standing position. 

"No, and I don't really have much more time to talk about it." Cody pointed up to the sky, where the full moon was already making it's appearance. "Look, just give me you car and let me get to the station so I can finish this." 

"I don't take orders from you," Miles growled in a low tone. On one hand, Miles wanted to get back on his families good side, but, on the other hand, he was not  about to let himself get pushed around in order for that to happen. 

Cody raised his eyebrows at the younger hunter. Miles rolled his eyes, an exasperated breath loudly slipping from his lips as he handed over his keys. Cody quickly snatched the keys from Miles' hands, hobbling over to the car before hopping in the drivers side. 

As he drove away, Miles tried to think about the fact that he was now stranded, and not so much about the fact that Cody was most likely bleeding all over his car. 

Miles eventually pulled out his own phone, dialing his uncle and asking for a ride home. Chris, thankfully, agreed to help his nephew. For a while, as he waited, Miles paced around Cody's car, before dropping to his knees once again and examining the tire. 

The hunter carefully extracted the arrow from the cars tire, turning it over in his hands so he could get a good look at the weapon. 

"Shit," Miles froze, his fingers stopping abruptly as he glided over the arrow head. 

Normally, Miles like to think he had great deduction skills, and he normally took great pride in them. He even liked to say that they were partially what made him such a good hunter. 

But, for the first time in his life, Miles wished he was incapable of putting the pieces of a puzzle together, because what he just realized had started a moral war in his head. He recognized the arrow heads as ones he'd picked up in France, one's he'd given to his cousin. 

It was Allison. Allison had been the one to disable Cody and his car. 

i miss ally. But hey, here's an update finally. I hope you liked it, because Milydia finally met! So if you did enjoy it, please leave your comments so I know! Thank you all for reading!