chapter ten || her grandma's alive

Ariel walks in her room and falls flat faced on her bed. She groans. "God this life is so complicated," she says before hearing her window open.

"Hey," Ariel tells the werecoyote who had just climbed in her room. "Where have you been? Lydia told me you were totally MIA."

"Did you know?" Malia asks her.

Ariel furrows her eyebrows. "Know what?"

"That Peter Hale was my father, did you know?"

Ariels eyes widen and her jaw drops. "Peter Hale is your father?" She asks in complete shock.

Malia nods in return.

"Peter Hale?" Ariel repeats herself. "Peter Hale as in satan in a v-neck? Peter Hale as in the one who turned Scott? Peter Hale as in the one who killed his niece and tried to kill all our friends? That Peter Hale?"

Malia nods slowly, a slight smile on her face.

"Wow," Ariel shakes her head. "That's a lot to take in. How are you feeling?"

Malia shrugs. "Mad," she says bluntly. "Mad that they would keep such a huge secret from me."

Ariel nods her head. "That's understandable."

Malia looks up at her and frowns. "Aren't you mad at them too?"

"Honestly? I think getting attacked in my own house kind of gave it away," she tries to joke but then notices Malia's face. "I'm not mad at them," she says shaking her head.

"Why?"

"Because they were trying to protect me. I mean, yeah, it completely backfired and almost cost me my life a few times but, you know, they had good intentions."

"There's something I haven't told you. I haven't told anyone actually," Malia says quietly.

Ariel sits next to her and grabs her hand, knowing whatever she's about to tell her is going to be hard.

Malia gives her a grateful smile and continues. "That night of the car crash, right before we got in the car, my mother... my adoptive mother, I guess... We got into a huge fight. I don't even remember what it was about, but... I remember what I said.

"Malia," Ariel whispers quietly and rubs circles on her hand with her thumb.

"I said, "I wish you were all dead."

"Oh Malia," Ariel says pulling her into a hug but Malia turns away and stands up.

Ariel stands up aswell. "Malia, none-- none of that matters to me, okay? You're still the same Malia, the same werecoyote who wanted to cook me and eat me when we first met, you're still that girl. The only difference now is that you know who you're father is, nothing else has changed. You're not a murderer just because he was, or is, murdering doesn't run in the family."

"Maybe it does in mine," Malia whispers to the mermaid before jumping out the window, not even given her a glance.

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"It's not just that she could still be alive," Stiles tells his father with Lydia and Ariel, the latter in the middle.

"It's that she would've had to fake her death," Lydia finishes off for him.

"Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death?" The Sheriff asks.

"Definitely," Stiles tells him.

"Maybe," Ariel says rolling her eyes.

"More than likely, yes."

Oh, I'm guessing you got a story to back this up?" The Sheriff infers, while Ariel accidently gets ink on her hands from a thumpad in his desk.

She scrunches her nose. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," she mumbles.

Stiles nods. "I'll come with you."

"She might be helping The Benefactor," Lydia tells the Sheriff completely ignoring the two lovebirds.

Ariel gives him a look and Stiles sighs. "Just be careful, okay?"

Ariel smiles in amusment. "I'm in a police station, I doubt they are stupid enough to kill me."

"That sounds like a story worth hearing," Sheriff tells Lydia.

Stiles sighs and frowns. "I know I just worry."

Ariel smiles and places a kiss on his cheek and starts to walk away but Stiles pulls her back. "I'm pretty sure you missed."

Ariels smiles and rolls his eyes before kissing him. Stiles grins in the kiss. "Better," Ariel asks him.

Stiles nods not able to get words out between his large grin. He walls back to his dad and Lydia as she tells him the story.

Ariel walks to the bathroom and washes her hands, trying to scrub off the ink fully but it refused to fully come off so she dries her hands and walks back to the Sheriffs office. As she walks there she sees a familure deputy who is covered in ash and screams at the top of her lungs and runs to Stiles. "He's a zombie!" She yells as she runs to his arms.

"Who?" Stiles asks her but his question gets answered as an ash covered Parrish bursts through the doors.

"Holy..." Haigh says a he sees Parirsh who immediately runs towards him and starts throwing punches.

"Hey! Hey!" The Sheriff says trying to break up their fight.

Haigh pulls out his gone and tries to shoot Parrish but gets the Sheriff instead.

An ambulance soon comes and puts the Sheriff on the stretcher.

"I'm coming with you," Ariel says as Stiles walks towards the back of the ambulance.

"No you're not."

"But why?" Ariel pouts.

Stiles cups her face in his hands. "Because I know you don't like hospitals."

"Yean but if it means going to comfort you then i'll do it."

Stiles smiles at her still amazed that such a sweet and beautiful girl walks this earth. "I know but its okay, i'll be fine. Go with Lydia and Scott."

Ariel nods hesitantly. "Okay."

Stiles smiles and kisses her. "Call me if you need anything," she tells him before walling towards her ther two friends.

❁

"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asks Deputy Parrish.

"It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead," Lydia says.

"Well, they should be gone."

"He was set on fire, all of him should be gone," Ariel says bluntly.

"Not if he's like me and Derek," Scott adds.

"Like you?" Deputy Parrish asks. Derek.

Derek shakes his head. "I don't think he's like us."

"Then what is he?" Lydia asks.

Derek shrugs. "Sorry, but I have no idea."

"But you knew about Jackson and Kira," Scott reminds him.

"This is a little out of my experience. There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent?"

Scott shakes his head. "I don't know where he is."

"Okay, hold on," Parrish interupts their conversation. "What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just... Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic?"

"Psychic?" Derek asks, looking at Lydia who shrugs.

Ariel rolls her eyes. "Lydia isn't a psychic, she's a banshee."

"Wha-- what is that?" Parrish asks completely confused.

"An Irish omen of death."

Parrish's eyes widen. "Okay, okay so are you all 'banshees'?"

"Yeah, not exactly," Scott tells him.

"Okay, then what are you?" He asks.

Scott and Derek both flash their coloured eyes at him making him step back a little. "Werewolves?" He asks in disbelief, completely shocked that they exist. He turn to Ariel. "What are you?"

"Oh I'm--"

"She's part fish," Scott interupts her.

"Mermaid!" The three supernaturals correct him.

this was kind of better? idk but there was a little stariel for once bc i actually completely forgot about their relationship tbh

anyways i also seriously love mariel's friendship, i don't put enough in there and i need to start bc they are both so cute

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