"I want to kiss you, but only in the most connotative way possible, so that no dictionary definition would stand a chance to describe how your lungs could be filled with the sweetest air possible, and yet you would still be breathless."

          Indigo's POV

   Sitting in the passenger seat of Allison's small car was the closest I've been to hell. Literally, she was sitting behind me. Blabbering on about Jackson, or her parents, or- or how today there was this one piece of hair that just wasn't staying in place.

   "How much longer until we get to the ice rink?" I turned my head to Allison with my eyebrows raised and she sighed apologetically.

     "I promise, not much longer. A couple blocks." She assured me. I huffed and looked back ahead of us. She was right, I could see the pink and blue glowing sign from here. The fact that I knew Stiles was waiting for me there made my stomach flutter.

 Or- or is that why Lydia was here? Did he invite her? Am I just here because they didn't want me to feel left out or something? Nothing was for sure, but my heart dropped anyway.

   Allison pulled into the empty parking, with the exception of Stiles' blue jeep, and turned off the car, taking a deep breath.

"Hey, Lydia-" Allison turned around, giving her a soft smile. "You go on in. I want to talk to Indigo for a second."

I looked to her curiously, then to Lydia who rolled her eyes and shrugged.

    "Sure." She said, opening her door and stepping out. I watched as she grabbed her bag and closed the door, strutting in front of the car to the front door. I watched the inside lights turn on, the boys probably seeing we were here.

   "Hey." I heard Allison speak softly. I looked to her, eyebrows furrowed. "I know Lydia joining us wasn't the highlight of your day."

"Not exactly, no." I nodded.

    "I'm sorry, but I felt bad. She's broken up over Jackson, no matter how many times she claims he's 'missing out'. And we've been leaving her out lately, dealing with all these new werewolves. She's not here for Stiles, okay? Stiles invited you. Stiles wants you here. I bet you the boy is sitting down in there, leg-bouncing nervous." She chuckled. I did the same and looked down to my lap with a burning face.

"Thanks, Ali." I thankfully smiled to her, putting my hand on the handle. She grinned and nodded, swinging open her door, her curled hair bouncing along. Happily stepping out of the car, I shut the door and walked to the front of the rink with Allison.

       Opening the door, the bright white lights stung for a second and the smell of ice was intense. It smelled- cold.

"Hey."

     Allison and I turned around, seeing Scott with a huge smile. Allison mimicked the smile, jogging into his arms. He gave her a squeeze and pulled away, grabbing her hand and began walking her into the bleachers area to slip on their skates.

        "Oh, Stiles is on the bleachers!" Scott yelled over his shoulder. I nodded and followed them in, looking to the right bleachers, seeing no one, then to the left-

   Spotting the buzz cut with a smile.

  "Indigo." Stiles smiled, looking up from his skates. I grinned and started walking over, and so did he. Although, having one skate on threw off his balance. He shrieked when his body tilted, his hands shooting out to stable him. The bleachers screeched and his froze.

     "You might, wanna sit down." I chuckled, climbing them and sitting next to where he previously sat. He gave a short chuckle, nodding.

"Yeah. . ." He nodded, sitting back down. He wiped off the dirt from his hands, before he had an 'ah-hah' moment. He reached down and grabbed skates, handing them to me.

    "Thanks." I grinned. "But- how do you know my shoe size?"

    "Oh," He looked up from his second skate. "Scott just gave me Melissa's shoe size." He shrugged.

"Oh. . ." I nodded. I untied them and slipped my foot into both. I was going to tied them, but the strings had fallen out of the rungs- and I was confused.

  "Have- have you ever been skating?" Stiles voice asked. I kept looking to the skates, furrowed eyebrows.

"Um, I-" I sighed. "I don't. . . remember."

     "Oh yeah." Stiles awkwardly bit his lip. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry." I looked to him. "I'll just- I'll sit and watch you guys-"

   "No!" He quickly said. I froze and he smiled, shaking his head. "I mean, no, it's fine. I'll help you. Here. Give me your foot."

  I quirked an eyebrow, but lifted up my right foot, placing my heel on his thigh. His hands quickly grabbed the laces and began putting them back on the metal hooks, before tying a knot at the top. He grinned and patted my foot, signaling for the other foot. I turned my body and straddled the bleacher, putting up my left foot.

   Again, he tied that shoe, before he froze, his fingers grazing the small area of my calf above the top of the skate.

  "Your legs are shivering." He looked up to me. I looked down and he was right. Hell, I just now noticed my arms were.

"Oh." I laughed. "I guess Allison kinda forgot my jacket."

    "I have one?" He offered. I shook my head.

"I already still have your shirt. Eventually, you'll be missing a closet." I chuckled. He shook his head and dug his hand into the book bag next to him, pulling out an orange zip-up. I smiled as he shot it towards me, tossing it on my lap.

   "Now you have to wear it." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes but slipped it on anyways. It was warm and even though he wasn't wearing it, it still smelled vaguely of him.

"Thanks." I smiled. He nodded, before pointing to it.

               "Looks good with the blue."

  "Are you love birds just gonna sit there, or are you actually going to do what we came to do?!" I heard Allison's voice echo. I rolled my eyes and stood up, pulling Stiles up by his hand.

  "Help me down the metal death trap, lover boy." I teased. He rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, put a hand on my back and slowly got us down.

   We tenderly walked to the door to the actual ice, Stiles gesturing.

"Ladies first." He smiled. I shook my head.

    "People who know how to skate first." I gestured. He shrugged in agreement and stepped onto the white carefully. He turned to me, holding both of his hands out.

  "Now, just step towards me. Take my hands if you need to." He assured me. I took a deep breath, putting one foot out.

It started moving forward without me making it, making my eyes widen. My hands snatched the doorway, looking up to Stiles who was quietly chuckling.

    "Hilarious." I scoffed, preparing my next foot. He shrugged, but kept his hands out. I looked from my foot to the ice, slowly lifting it. My right foot met the ice, my knees wobbling.

    "Oh my god. . ." I breathed out, shutting my eyes.

  "Hey, hey, you're fine. You're still standing. It's okay." I heard Stiles. I opened my eyes and felt my knuckles aching from gripping the doorway so hard.

Stiles moved back a little, keeping a couple feet between us. I nervously looked to him.

   "You're gonna be fine. Just push yourself off softly." He nodded. I shakily shoot my head, readying my hands. I took his word and shoved, but the front of my body flew forward, but instead of cold ice to my face, I was met with Stiles' chest, his hands holding my elbows. My hands gripped his arms, steadying myself.

      "See? Easy." He breathed out. I scoffed, but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.

  "Well, you're not the only one."

    I was confused and looked up to Stiles. He smiled and nudged his head to the left. I looked and saw Allison pulling Scott along by his hands, Scott basically leaning over in a ninety degree bend. I laughed.

   "Take my hands." Stiles instructed. I inched my hands from his biceps and found his fingers, his intertwining themselves. He backed away and my eyes widened again.

   "Don't worry, it's fine." He nodded, giving my hands a small squeeze. "I'm just gonna move and you'll glide with me, okay? You don't have to do a thing."

  I nodded, putting trust in him. He moved his skates in the opposite direction and we began gliding forward- well, backwards for him.

"Isn't this fun?" He smiled to me. I shrugged, but my face warmed up.

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   Suddenly, he began turning and I worried, but my body turned with his and continued gliding. I looked around, but all I found was Lydia flying on the ice like she was meant to do it.

   "Of course." I huffed, my shoulder slumping. I saw Stiles' head turn and he sighs as well.

"You just need- practice?" Stiles shrugged, looking down to me. I rolled my eyes.

    "Okay, yeah, just an entire childhoods worth. Which, I don't have." I reminded him. He shrugged.

   "Okay, maybe. But that doesn't mean you need it? I mean, look how great you're doing without it? You're second in class, great friends, people are already falling in love with you and hey-? You're technically-brother is a werewolf."

     "Yes, all is great." I nervously laughed. My brother is a werewolf and I'm a freak banshee vampire. Everything is just peachy.

   "Hey, are you okay?" He looked down to me. I looked up to him, confused.

"Why?"

       "You started mumbling, like, some weird things." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mumbling-"

    Piercing scream. That's all that was heard. Everyone snapped their heads and when I did, I wanted to scream.

     Lydia was on her hands and knees, screeching at something in the ice. Her fingers scratching at the ice. My stomach dropped and so did my balance. I felt my hip collide with the hard ice, then my temple. I winced, but when I re-opened my eyes, everything was blurry. I saw white, a face looking straight to mine, and small purple blotches, that I could only distinguish as wolfsbane petals.

          "Indigo!"

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      "Hey, wake up. Indigo!"

   I shot up and pain immediately shot through my forehead as it came in contact with someone else's. Stiles' familiar groans of pain echoed as I watched him hold his head. I sighed and looked down, seeing a blue plaid comforter pulled over me. I shoved it off, swinging my legs off the edge.

      "Where am I?" I groaned, tired.

   "Uh, my house. When you collapsed at the rink, Scott helped me bring you here and though it'd be better if your mom didn't know you passed out." He chuckled.

I nodded, but froze. I was at his house. In his room. On his bed. Under his comforter. With him on it.

    "Oh, um, okay." I nodded awkwardly, standing up off the bed quickly. Stiles looked confused, but did the same.

    "I just- I came to check on you. I left lunch but- we need to go back so. . . Are you coming? 'Cause you can rest if you need to, I was just- suggesting-"

"I'm fine." I waved off. "Let's go. Where's Scott?"

      "At school." Stiles nodded, grabbing keys off the desk as we walked out of his room. "Actually, said we needed to talk to him when we get back."

"About what?" I quirked an eyebrow.

      "Your guess is as good as mine."

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     We walked into the school lunch room, before bumping into Allison who was walking away from Scott with her tray. Her face was pulled straight and she didn't look happy.

   "Ali, what's wrong?" I grabbed her arm as she passed. She sighed and pulled her arm back, giving me a sorry look.

"I can't right now, Indigo. I'll talk to you later." She nodded, before continuing her parade out of here. I looked to Scott who looked guilty.

     "You better have a good reason." I groaned. Scott sighed and stood up from his chair.

"Everyone's choosing teams for this, whether it's with Derek or hunters, and she's scared I'm going to end up in the crossfire."

     "I'm sorry, Scott." I frowned. "But, you knew this was going to happen right? I mean, you're basically on your own team here, trying to save everyone. Everyone else wants to kill everyone."

"Derek keeps changing people, and I have no idea who's next." Scott scoffed angrily. Stiles nudged the both of us, pointing to an empty table.

   "I think I do. See that table?"

"Yeah, it's empty." I shrugged.

    "Boyd." Scott whispered, his eyes wide. He rushed out of the lunch room, leaving me and Stiles to follow.

"I'll go to the rink, check there. Text me if he's not as his house." Scott looked to Stiles, who sighed.

        "I don't know, Scott. Maybe we should just let him." He shrugged. Scott looked like he'd just told him to run naked around the school.

"No." He snapped.

   "What- you said he's giving them a choice, right? I mean, look at Erica. She looks great. The word, sensational, comes to mind-" He trailed, before he noticed Scott's glare, who had noticed I wasn't enjoying this conversation anymore.

      "How great is she going to look with a wolfsbane bullet through her head?" Scott snapped, jabbing his fingers to his own forehead.

    "All right, all right. All I'm saying is- maybe it's not totally your responsibility?" Stiles eased.

"They are." Scott nodded firmly.

            I shrugged, agreeing. "This is going to get out of control anyways. And, by that, makes all of us responsible. So I say, I'm in."

     The boys stood there, surprised. They shouldn't be, since they're complaining always about how I'm always trying to get myself killed.

    "All right," Stiles smirked. "I'm with you. And, I also gotta say, this new found heroinism is making me very attracted to you."

I scoffed and to hide my blush, I shoved his arm, turning around to walk towards the parking lot.

  "Really?" I heard Scott.

"No, seriously. Do you wanna try making out for a sec'? Just to see how it feels. . ."

       I chuckled and kept walking to hide the tomato red I could feel heating my skin.

Now, only for me to sit in a car with Stiles.

        Oh, boy.

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Stiles drove quickly, but in silence since we were in too much of a rush to bother with radio stations. His hands nervously gripped the wheel over and over, his knuckles paler than the rest of him. I tried to keep my face to the window, looking at passing houses, but looking to him was just too hard not to do.

   So, I did. His side profile was just as great as the face-on. His jaw was just defined enough, moles scatted along his cheek and honey eyes glowing since the sun shined through them. I didn't realize how long I was looking until Stiles turned to me, noticing. The last thing my eyes saw before I turned my head was his pink lips.

   "Something wrong?" He wondered, worried. One of his hands reached to his cheek, wiping away at nothing.

"No, no." I shook my head, chuckling. "I just, uh- what you said before is honestly still confusing me."

     "W-what?" He froze, glancing to me, then back to the road. "About the- um, what about?"

 "When you said you wanted to make out with me?" I chuckled, trying to make it a joke so I didn't sound like I desperately wanted to. Which, at this point, I did. But the fact Stiles' sarcasm wasn't too far from his normal speech, I was confused.

  "I- I mean, it depends." He shrugged.

"On what?" I asked.

      "If you wanted to." He simply said, looking to me directly. The on-spot answer froze me and I swear in any other universe, I would have leaned over and put his lips right on mine.

Other universe me was probably having a much better life.

    "This is it. Boyd's house."

Stiles' voice sounded me from my thoughts and I felt the car pull over. He shut it off quickly and we both hopped out, rushing to the front door. Stiles pounded on the metal gate that covered the door.

   "Boyd? Boyd, it's Stiles!"

"Oh, wow." A voice giggled. I shut my eyes in annoyance at the familiar noise and turned to see Erica, cleavage and all.

     "What are you doing here, Stiles?"

    "Uh, we- we were just looking, for Boyd." Stiles nodded, the same disgust on his face as he kept his eyes to hers. I felt better he wasn't fawning over her.

  "You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" She smirked, crossing her arms which only helped her case more. "You're only looking at my eyes."

   "Funny? Well, I- I really don't know where you look when you talk to someone-" He tried to answer, but she snapped it.

   "Because you have that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, hard, look."

"Not really." Stiles shut his eyes, shaking his head.

    "Oh," She pretended to frown, before stepping closer to him, his back clanging against the metal. I glared to her and stepped closer to Stiles. "So, it's just my eyes?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "You have- beautiful eyes."

      "I have a beautiful everything." She smirked.

    "And a new found self-confidence." Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Congratulations, Erica. We should really get going-"

      He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me, but Erica hit his chest and pushed us back, shaking her head.

   "You're not going anywhere."

   "W-why not?" Stiles asked. She smiled, before playing dumb.

"Well, you're having car trouble."

   Her hand flew across her body and I heard the sound of Stiles' head coming in contact with metal. I gasped as he collapsed and her hand showed something from inside the hood of his jeep. My blood boiled and my hands snatched her wrist, fingers digging.

     "Don't! Lay. A. Finger. On. Him." I growled. Erica's eyes widened and I was surprised.

"What- what are you?" She whispered in a scared voice, a whimper escaping.

   I froze for a second. Was she seeing what I saw? Green eyes? Fangs?

"Sorry about you're pretty little boyfriend, by the way." She smirked back, covering up her fear.

    I didn't think before my hand swiped across and four red slashes marked her cheek. My eyes froze as she cried out, her hand covering it quickly.

"Derek was right." She spat. My eyebrows furrowed.

    "Right about what?"

"You're something. Something new. And when he finds out, he's going to tell-"

   Her eyes drifted to the collapsed Stiles, who had blood dripping from the cut on his temple now. I was becoming even angrier, so I looked away, seeing her smile.

     "Stilinski doesn't know, does he?" She quirked an eyebrow at me. Jaw clenched, I stepped towards her.

"And he doesn't need to. Not until I tell him." I growled.

   "Oh, he will." She nodded. "And when Derek tells him, his little heart will crumble because he was last to find out you were a monster."

     Would he? Is that how this would end? Derek would find out, he seemed to always know something we didn't. He would tell everyone, Stiles would find out- and he'd hate me. I'd been so scared to tell him first, I didn't think how bad it would be to tell him last. My heart pounded in my chest, and by her smile, she could hear it.

   "Watch your back, Indigo. Someone's gonna ask how I got these marks." She snapped, strutting off in her heels. I huffed, before I felt my teeth- fangs- retract. It was strange and I wasn't sure I would ever get used to it.

     Crouching down to Stiles, I lifted him up so he sat against the door. His mouth was slightly parted, blood now made a line all the way down to his neck.

His neck.

    I could hear it. Like a heartbeat, his pulse, pounding in his neck. The smooth sound of blood rushing through the vein. Red, thick, sweet with a tinge to the taste. I didn't like the fact I knew that, but when I thought about it, it was like I'd had it before. His neck was so soft looking, no marks what so ever. So smooth and clear.

       I shook my head and scooted away from Stiles, worried the more I thought about it, the hungrier I would get. I kept a good three feet between us, my knees pulled to my chest, hands shaking. I could feel myself needing it, needing to feed. But, mentally, it was the last thing I wanted to do.

     What have I done?

A/N::

   okay honestly, i can't even handle my children right now. they're too cute. and omg, indigo is in quite the pickle. will it turn out badly? should she tell him? is he going to be angry?! TALK TO ME PEOPLE I LOVE YOU AND THANKS FOR READING