07. I Don't Think A Hairbrush Is Going To Do Much Damage

The first thing that settled in my mind while waking up was it smelled absolutely terrible. I had to keep myself from gagging as I shifted, hearing the sound of material sliding against plastic.

"What the hell?" I groaned as my sore shoulder was pressed up against something hard and cold, it felt like metal. I heard the sound of someone else groan beside me in the darknes and my heart skipped a beat. The mystery person cursed and sat up and moving around in the foul smelling container. I tried my best to keep quiet since oh, I don't know, it could be a seriel killer— or a freaking werewolf.

Because yeah, those exist now.

Suddenly a light appeared above me as the said person lifted upward and moved the doors. I could faintly see a buzzed cut haired boy as he threw god knows what off him, and spitting slightly. He rubbed his head as he was in pain before lifting himself out of what seems to be a dumpster and muttered a "bitch."

"Stiles?" I whispered befre sitting up, then cursing when I hit my head.

"Smart move blondie." Stiles sighed as he helped me get out before I could cause anymore damage to myself.

"Yeah well this blondie is pissed, and is about to go cut another blondie." I hissed out as I detached a piece of goop from my hair. "Oh god, what the hell is that?" I cry out.

Stiles' face scrunches up in disgust as he looked at what I threw on the ground. "I.. I don't even know." He sounded like he was going to throw up any second now, even though it was in my hair.

A ringing echoed through the alley that were in, I would kind of been creeped out if I wasn't focused on not spouting out my lunch.

"Yo Scotty." Stiles says as he answered his phone. We walked towars Stiles' jeep as I shivered. If I would have known that I'd be getting thrown in a dumpster, I might have brought a coat.

Quiet murmurs came from the other line of the phone as Scott babbled on, "Wait wait, what?" Giving Stiles a curious glance, he put Scott on speaker.

"A book, Deaton said that hunters have this book with all the—"

"Wait, your boss Deaton?"

"Yes! My freaking boss, Stiles. Now can you please lis—"

"How does he know all these things?"

"It doesn't matter! All that matters is I need to find this book that Allison's grandfather has with every creature they have ever came across and hunted. It could tell us about what the actual hell killed Isaac's dad, and that's not even the worst part."

"How is that not even the worst part?" I whine just wanting to go home and curl up in my warm bed.

"The Argent's came into the clinic tonight, another victim was murdered last night, they brought him in for examination. Apparently, this creature was only designed for killing. It makes like this precise incision on the back of its victims neck, temporarily paralyzing them so they can't move, before brutally tearing them apart."

"Thank you, Scott, for putting that picture in my head. Lovely." Stiles mutters.

"This is serious, Stiles! Can you please just come get me before another person gets brutally murdered?" Scott begs through the phone line. Stiles and I both stop and gape at the sight before us.

"Yeah... I think you're gonna have to find another ride, Scott." Stiles tells him as we look at Stiles' jeep, a metal piece thrown to the ground in front of it. I knew nothing of cars and even I knew that it was important.

"Bitchhhh." Stiles groans again for the second time that night.

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After an hour, a tow truck came and picked us up and drove us to a car shop in town.

Erica had ripped out a pice of his jeep, and we had been sitting her for way too long waiting for it to get fixed. "How long does it take to fix a car, geez!" I grumble. Stiles just ignored me and continued to play a game on his phone.

"Stiles!" I whine again. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration as I glared at the ignorant boy. I snatched his phone away, which resulted in a cry of protest. I just pointed to the garage door.

"Fine fine, okay. Oh my god, I will go see what's taking so long."

"Hey!" I heard Stiles yell as he entered the garage where the mechanic was working. I decided that I was bored beyond belief and decided to go stand by the door and listen to whatever Stiles was going to say because anything coming out of Stilinskis mouth had to be at least mildly entertaining.

Looking through the messy window I saw Stiles crouch under his car with the other guy and saying, "what do you think you're doing?" I could already see he was getting frustrated. "All I needed was a starter." He said blankly. If this stupid mechanic wasted any of the time I could have been at home sleeping to do something he wasn't even suppose to I swear to—

"Yeah but it looks like your whole exhaust is gonna have to be replaced." The guy states. You have got to be kidding me. Is it really that hard for me to be able to just get one decent nights sleep!?

Seeing Stiles twitch made me sigh, we were going to be here all night at this rate. "Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over estimating the damage?"

"It's probably gonna be around like $1200." The guy informs the hazel eyed boy before begining to drill again.

"Are you kidding!? This thing doesn't even have a cadilidic converter!" Stiles groans out with his spastic hand movements. "And yes, I know what a cadilitic converter is."

"Do you know what a lumina siste firential is?" He shoots at the pale boy. I can almost see him looking at the mechanic dumbly because he didn't know the answer.

"I—mm.." Stiles begins to say but can't even come up with a sarcastic answer. "No..."

The older guy begins drilling again before saying that it would actually be $1500. I don't even want to know what the Sheriffs reaction is going to be.

"Okay, ju—just finish." He groans out before walking back towards me. A quick flash of something whipped before the door, but I blinked and there wasn't anything there— weird.

"I'll be back here, seething in bits of rage."

Stiles face was beyond angry when he came up to the door, he went to turn the door knob but quickly retracts his hand and looked at his hand in disgust. "Nice! Real sanitary. You got a quality establishment you're running here." He says to the man, but he doesn't hear the teenager and Stiles just shakes his hand trying to get the substance off his hand.

Finally, he opens the door and shuts it behind him. I give him a frustrated look as he wipes his hand on his jacket. Glancing up toward the wall, there's a picture of the man in a lacrosse uniform from his younger days. "Figures." Stiles mutters with hatred. I just sigh and flop on the chair.

"He's kind of cute." I state after looking at the frame. Stiles ignores me— again. He goes to type something on his phone but then he starts doing something with his thumbs and it kind of freaked me out. His fingers just kept shaking and not tapping on the screen.

"Would you like to inform me about what you're doing, or is it just one of your weird fetishes or something again?"

Suddenly he drops his phone to the tiled ground and lifted his shaking hands, it was then I realized that there was something actually seriously wrong.

"Stiles?" I whisper in fear. It was then his head snaps up to the window to the garage, his eyes widening dramatically. "Stiles!?" I say again, following his stare. A scaly type hand with long clear fingernails appeared on one of the cars.

"No." Stiles said as he tried to figure out what to do. "Hey....Hey!" The creature jumped down and sliced the back of the mechanics neck, the earlier conversation with Scott rattling in my head.

"Hey!" He yells again and heads for the door, but ends up collapsing.

Since being awake, I had never been this scared, not even when I looked in the mirror for the first time. I wanted to run into the garage and help the guy, but I also wanted to fall to the ground and make sure Stiles was okay.

As the machanic fell to the concrete, I made the worst decision. I swung open the door and ignored all of Stiles' protests. I turned in circles trying to find anything I could use as a weapon, a large metal rod coming into view. "Persephone, get out of there!" I heard Stiles yell despretely. But I didn't listen, I knew that I had to do someting, anything.

The lizard like creature appeared again and swung at a pipe, making it burst open and letting out a bunch of god knew what.

Then the car lift starting dropping.

My eyes widen frightfully and I ran over to the pipe, trying to see how to turn off the machine. But before I could make it over there, something hard and powerful knocked me away harshly. I flew to the ground as the wind got knocked out of me.

Rasping for breath was terrifying, even though I knew it was only temporary, just the feeling of not being able to breath sent me into panic mode. Turning my head to the guy under the lowering car made me burst out in tears. He was going to get crushed.

And it was going to be all my fault.

I couldn't save him. I wasn't fast enough, strong enough, good enough.

Clawing at the floor and dragging myself toward the man was utterly horrendous. Every part of my being hurt— inside and out. It was only a meter away from his body as I clambered to drag the man out from under his ultimate death, but he wouldn't budge.

"Help me!" He cried out terrified. And I tried, I tried so hard. The young adult was pure muscle, and my tiny frame couldn't endure his weight. I used my feet to push off as I pulled his arm with everything that I was, and it was only then that I felt my eyes begin to glow.

An instant amount of strength was added to my fragile arms and I pulled him a few inches, but it was too late; I was too late.

The tons of metal came crashing down on top of him— he didn't even get the chance to scream.

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I hadn't moved until Stiles came into the garage and gathered me into his arms.

I was still crying and I didn't know if I was ever going to stop crying. He didn't ask me anything, he saw it all happen from his view on the floor.

The police and the ambulances arrived shortly after, but I didn't pay attention to anything. The only thing going on through my mind was the mans desperate cries for help.

"Look, I told you! I walked in and saw the jeep on top of the guy— thats all." Stiles explained to his dad for the dozenth time. I just sat there next to him in the back of the ambulance, refusing to move away from the hazel eyed boys side. Stiles could tell how terrified I was and had wrapped his arm around my shoulders as a reminder that he was there, that I was okay.

But that man wasn't okay.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The Sherrif asked his son as he kept shaking it, I'm pretty sure the numb feeling was still in his hands. I didn't know what it felt like since I had surprisingly managed to not touch any of the substance, but I could tell that being paralyzed wold not be that pleasant.

"Nothing, can we just please get out of here now?" He sighed out, I would have laughed but I don't really think it was the right time or place. Nor was I in the right mood.

"Look.. if there's something you don't think you can tell me—"

"You think I'm lying?"

"No, of course not." The sheriff ensured. "I'm just worried about you." I could feel Stiles tense up from guilt, beause we both knew he was keeping something from his dad. But we couldn't exactly say "Oh yeah, this lizard thing is just running round town and slicing peoples necks for fun, want to go to a movie later?"

I don't think so. It wasn't like any of the police department would belive us anyway.

"And if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that they're gonna come back unless you make sure you don't say anything about it—"

"I didn't see anything." Stiles informs his dad and looked in his eyes."At all." I couldn't even get myself to nod in agreement.

"Can I go now, please? I need to take Persephone home before Ms. Martin throws a fit." I shuddered at the thought of the Martin's calling for a search party.

"Sure, just not in your jeep. We're gonna have to impound it." Stiles' dad informed us while standing up. Stiles pulls his arm away from me to do his Stiles thing and make weird hand gestures.

"Sorry kid, evidence."

He sighs in frustration and puts his head in his hands. "Okay, can you at least make sure they wash it." I silently stood up along with Stiles as he calls Scott, hoping he had his car by now. We stood there in the rain for a few minutes, Stiles' face twitching ever so slightly.

"Say it." I snapped out at him. "Say what? I wasn't going to say anything, nothing to say from Stiles." He mumbles out. I give him a glare.

"Okay! Just, w-what you did in there was stupid. Do you realize that? You could have gotten killed, Persephone." I was about to reply back to him that I wasn't going to just stand there and do nothing, but he wasn't finished yet. "Do you understand how terrified I was when you just waltzed in there without any way of protecting yourself, and knowing there was absolutely nothing I would be able to do if you got hurt— or killed."

"I know." I answered.

"Do you? Because I don't even know how to begin to explain how useless I felt in the last two hours."

"Me too."

He sighed and ran a hand through his buzzed hair. "You did everything you could to save him, don't forget that."

"Well it wasn't enough, Stiles." I replied back to him and wiped the tears as they came down. "You know, for a slight second I thought I'd be able to do it." He waited for me to continue as he stared down at his shoes. "Something happened in there, I don't really know what, but something triggered my eyes to glow, and suddenly I could pull him away, and I could save him. But it was too late, it came crashing down." I whispered out into the night.

"An innocents guys life was taken tonight, and I could have stopped it, Stiles! I could have done something more, or tried just a bit harder, I co—" but then he was hugging me and I was crying even harder than before, and I just knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life fixing my mistake— and next time?

Next time I would save them.

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"You okay?" Scott asks us as we got in the car, Stiles sitting up front so I could lay down in the back.

"You were right, it's not like you." Stiles told him. "Its eyes were almost like.. reptilian. But there was something about them."

"What do you mean?" Scott asks, even I was curious to as what the hell he was talking about since I didn't exactly get the chance to look into its eyes while I was trying to not die.

"You know when you like, see a friend in a Halloween mask, and you can actually see their eyes. And you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is." The boy mutters to us.

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott and I ask at the same time, me even sitting up to wait for the boys answer.

"No...but I think it knew me."

The rest of the car ride was silent, all of us beyond exhausted from the days events. When Scott pulled into the driveway, Lydia was standing on the porch, glaring at the car in hatred. The strawberry blonde practically dragged me out of the car and inside.

"Would you like to tell me where you've been?" She asks in an innocent sweet voice.

"Doing some things...You know? Car stuff. No biggie." I lied easily. She didn't belive me one bit, I could tell from her facial expression, but she seemed to have let it slide until the next morning.

I sighed as I finally got to step into the shower, the hot water cascading down my back and hair. All of my muscles unknotted and I was consumed in relief. Stepping onto the cold floor, I wrapped my hair in a towel and got dressed in a long t-shirt that only dangled down to the middle of my thighs.

I walked out of my bathroom and went to pass out on my bed, but a terrified shout left my lips as a figure was already sitting there.

I grabbed a hairbrush and pointed it at the sillhouette. "Get out of my room!" I told them.

"I don't think a hairbrush is going to do much damage, Princess." The voice replied chuckling. My arm dropped down with my so called weapon.

"Isaac?" I whisper.

"Woah there, don't be so excited to see me." Isaac whispered with a smirk on his face.

"You scared me to death! What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Going through your underwear drawer, obviously." I rolled my eyes and unwound the towel from my hair and threw it at him. "A little warning would be appreciated next time. I was in the shower, what if I walked out without any clothes on?" I told him sighing.

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't have minded." He tells me while smirking again. I unconsciously pulled the fabric of my t-shirt down a little lower, suddenly feeling insecure with Isaac standing right in front of me.

"So werewolf boy, are you going to tell me why you are in my room or are we going to have a tea party?" I retorted sarcastically. His ignorant and cocky attitude seeemed to slowly simmer out of his body, I swore I even saw his face heat up slightly.

"I uh— I don't real— I mean I have a reason, I just..." He mumbled. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

My breath got caught in my throat, did I hear him right? He wanted to make sure I was okay? The beautiful boy standing in front of me? I decided that I hit my head way too hard when I fell, and I was imagining this, but then Isaac shyly ran his hand through his curly locks.

"Scott told Derek what happened at the car shop, and he said that you and Stiles got attacked, and I just... I needed to—"

"Make sure I was okay?" I finished his sentence for him. He smiled as he tilted his head down. The bright white smile pierced my soul and I knew that I was goner.

"Yeah, that." He informed me.

"Well...I'm alive and not in the hospital, so I guess that can pass as being okay." I answered him.

"Well... that's good." He was still smiling and our eyes met and then I was smiling. "I'm going to go now, I just wanted to make sure." Before I could answer he was jumping out of my window and I walked over to it and leaned over.

"Hey, Isaac?" I called down toward him.

"Yeah?" He asked while looking up at me.

"You know you're suppose to take the girl out to dinner before you start climbing into their bedrooms?" I call out with a smile still etched on my lips.

"What can I say? I'm different from all the other guys." He answers before dissapearing into the night, leaving me to myself trying to figure out the case of Isaac Lahey.

•a/n
STILES AND PERSEPHONE SCENE. BROPT.
ISAAC AND PERSEPHONE SCENE. OTP.

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