Malia gave Eli a odd look as she watched him, bouncing his legs and gnawing at his fingers. The so called party only currently consisted of the two of them, Lydia Martin, and the scary juniors that kidnapped him yesterday. His eyes kept flickering over to the restraints and chains in the corner.

"Eli." Malia scolded him quickly, his head flying up from where he sat on the couch, "Sit still."

"Do you want something to drink?" Lydia asked him after a moment.

Eli flushed, "I'm okay, thank you."

Scott cleared his throat, "Eli-"

"Is this a sex cult?" the boy cut him off with alarming eyes, standing up quickly. Stiles squeezed the bridge of his nose, "Because if it is, i'm not interested. Not that all of you aren't very attractive people, but i'm pretty sure I have emotional attachment problems."

"It's not- why would you-" Scott stumbled over his words. Over the past twenty hour hours he'd known Eli, he'd come to the conclusion that he'd speak randomly, but he still wasn't expecting that.

"He kinda has a point." Lydia hummed as she crossed her arms. Eli chewed his his fingers again, Malia hand coming over and swatting his wrist to make him stop. The door opening made the boy look over, sighing in relief as Liam walked in with Kira.

"Oh, good. Liam, don't worry, it's not a sex cult." Eli gave him a grin with a sigh of relief.

"Sorry." Kira apologized to Liam as she shut the door, locking it in the process.

"What the hell is this?" Liam threw his hands up as he looked to Scott. Eli sat back down on the couch, crossing his legs as he chewed on his nails terribly, "Why'd you kidnap my friend again?"

"Because his nosy ass is extremely involved." Stiles cleared his throat, looking over at Eli who have him a innocent shrug, "Think of its like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam."

"And we're the only ones that can help." Scott added in as he gave a nod toward the younger boy.

"Oh my god." Eli spoke moments later after the most unexpected, even for him, words were laid onto him and Liam, "Oh my god, oh my god."

Eli stood up quickly with an alarmed face. Stiles nodded to Malia as she yanked him, with a terribly amount of force, to sit back down.

"Werewolf?" Liam pointed to Scott, turning to Malia, who had her hand pushing down on Elis shoulder to keep him still, "Werecoyote."

"Banshee." the Dunbar boy went on to Lydia, turning hesitantly toward Kira, "Fox?"

"Kitsune." she corrected with a small grin, "But fox works."

"Oh my god!" Eli exclaimed once again with wild eyes, his broken wrist laid next to him.

"What are you?" Liam nodded over to Stiles, who stood awkwardly near the couch his girlfriend was holding another boy down on.

"Uh, for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit." Stiles pointed out with a nod of his head, "It was very evil."

Liam gave a look of disbelief, "What are you now?"

Stiles hesitated, "Better."

"Does this mean i'm a sacrifice?" Eli spoke up, having heads turning his way, "Because if i'm a sacrifice, can Liam be the one to kill me? I feel like he'd make it less painful."

"I could eat you." Malia suggested, "Rip your throat out first so you won't feel it."

"Malia." Stiles gapped at her.

"Eli, you aren't a sacrifice. We aren't gonna kill you." Scott gave him wide eyes, a hand out, "You just were there, so you need to know too."

"Still might kill you though." Stiles gave a knowing point.

Liam nodded toward the restrains, "Those for me?"

"No, they're for me." Malia confirmed for him, Eli gasping quietly as her eyes flashing a bright, electric blue, "So I won't kill Eli."

"So she won't kill Eli." Kira confirmed with a little bit of jazz hands, "Because we don't want to kill either of you."

"How'd you do that?" Liam gapped at Malia.

"You'll learn. But first, you need to get through the full moon." Scott tried to reassure him, a calm tone of voice.

"The moons already out." the freshman took deep breaths.

"And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?" Scott nodded at him slowly, all eyes watching Liam's every move.

"I feel like i'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic, nutjobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds!" Liam explained as he looked toward Malia and Eli, "I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care! I'm taking Eli, let's go."

He reached for Eli, stopping as he grabbed his head and yelled in pain.

"Liam?" Eli's eyes widened at the sight of him, "What's happening to him?"

"What's wrong, Liam?" Scott approached the panicking blonde.

"You don't hear that?" he asked in disbelief, yelling over whatever sound he was hearing. Eli stood up, Malia letting him do so. Headlights shined though the open windows as Liam fell on the ground with yells of pain.

"Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia looked at Eli.

The boy shook his head quickly, "I have no friends."

"My friend Mason." Liam spoke in ragged breaths from the ground.

Eli tried to approach Liam in worry but Scott but a arm out, "You're gonna wanna stay back."

"Who did Mason invite?" Stiles asked as the sound of many voices coming up to the door were heard.

"Everyone." Kira gapped as she turned away from the window. Eli's jaw dropped as he saw Liam's fingernails now shaped as sharp claws, digging into the wooden floors.

"The floors, get him off the floors." Lydia panicked as she ran over, Liam coming up as a loud growl left his mouth, razor sharp teeth, eyes a bright yellow. Eli, scared, stumbling backwards and fell over. Malia reached back and yanked him off the ground quickly as the Foxx boy gapped at his best friend.

"We need to get him to the boathouse. Now!" Scott yelled as him and Kira lifted Liam off the ground.

"Scott-" Eli tried, gapping still at the sight of Malia.

"You stay here." Scott told him quickly, "You'll get hurt."

Eli hesitated as he watched the pair drag Liam off.

Malia let out a huff as she leaned over suddenly, "Stiles."

"Yeah?" he gapped in worry, Malia turned around and growling, like Liam did, bright blue eyes, and razor sharp teeth. Like before, Eli stumbled away from the girl as well.

"Hey, okay, basement. Now. Now." Stiles grabbed hold of Malia tightly, not forgetting the bag of restraints and chains.

"You're locking her in the basement?" Eli gapped at him.

"What am I suppose to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia gave a look of disbelief as the knocking and chatter got louder and louder.

"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?" Stiles rose his eyebrows her way.

"What? Me! Obviously." she threw her hands up in disbelief.

"Okay, then throw a party." Stiles insisted, him and Malia hurrying off quickly. Eli looked over at Lydia with wide eyes, her hand grasping his tightly and pulling him to the door.

"You should probably know i'm actually not good parties. I've only been to one and I almost d-" Eli began before Lydia pulled the door open, the pair standing in the doorway as the crowd of teens stood on the other side.

"Right on, Eli." Garrett laughed as he looked at his and Lydia's hands latched together.

"Hey. Uh, are we in the right place?" Mason grinned, standing infront of the entire group.

"For the party?" Garrett went on with a nod before he looked to Eli, "I mean, clearly not. Eli doesn't party."

"I party!" he defended himself.

Lydia gave a look of disbelief his way before back toward the group of students, "Absolutely."

When Eli said he wasn't good at parties, that was code for having an anxiety attack. Alcohol only made it worse, the crowd of people being want triggered it, the only thing he ever actually liked was the music. So when he made the sudden, and very stupid, decision to run down to the basement, he found the loud growls more comforting then the crowd in the lake house.

"Eli, no, no, leave." Stiles waved him off when he turned the stairs and appeared there, "You can not be here, you shit head."

Eli's eyes went wide as Malia let out a loud growl, yanking on her restraints.

"Oh wow, does she want me?" Eli pointed to himself with wide eyes.

"Yes, so leave, now!" Stiles yelled to get him to go.

"Please don't make me go back up there." Eli begged with sad eyes, "I feel like my hearts gonna fly out of my chest and i'll gonna puke everywhere."

"Do you wanna get torn apart down here?" Stiles asked in disbelief over Malias loud growls, that echoed off the basement, "Because that's what's gonna happen any second now!"

"You're here." Eli pointed out, looking at Malias electric eyes, "Maybe I can help."

"You can't help." Stiles waved him off, huffing in disbelief as Eli got closer.

"Run!" Malia yelled, tugging on the chains harder and harder. Eli hurried forward out of a sudden rage of adrenaline and stupidity.

"No!" Stiles tried to catch him, being cut off by Malias right hand breaking through the restrains. Stiles braced himself for the worse, held his breath when he could pretty much picture Eli dead on the basement floor.

But instead, he caught her wrist.

Malia, about fifty times stronger then him, attempted to fighting against bugs hold. Eli held her wrist, with his good hand, tightly to avoid her clawing at him, "Malia! Malia, just- just listen, listen to me! I know you're having trouble controlling it, and I can't understand but I know what it's like to feel out of control with something, okay! Can you here me?"

Stiles gapped at the boys stupidity, but also at Malias attempt to not hurt him. It was clear she was fighting it, his hand around her wrist tightly while she leaned over with deep, ragged breaths and growls.

"It's not fair, not being in control of your body. It's hard to fight, I know that. But you have to focus, focus on something, anything. I don't know if it's similar, but it helps me." Eli spoke fast, taking a deep breath as Malia calmed down some, still fighting but not so hard.

"Go!" she growled out at him.

"Try to clear your mind." Eli insisted as Malia head stayed looked down at the ground, his entire body moving as she took deep breaths and tried to control herself more and more, "Focus on the first thing that comes to mind. Try to just think of that one thing, let everything else in your mind fade away."

Malias claws dug into Eli's hand slightly, he flinched, "Malia, hey, Mali-"

Stiles stepped forward quickly, pausing when Malias looked up from the ground. Her eyes back to their normal hazelnut brown, face softened back to its natural state, teeth just as they were before.

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kylie speaks

id probably be
able to control myself
too if eli was holding my
wrist smh.