Allura had been with Erica all day, trying to teach her how to control her bloodlust. So far it was going well, seeing as there wasn't anyone nearby to sink her teeth in.

Deaton had been at the vet with Scooter, who was now her favorite Stillura shipper, and school only started the day after.

"How much longer am I going to be chained to this wall?" Erica complained.

"As long as necessary."

"I don't want to be here anymore, Allura!"

"Well, it's either this or you go out and kill someone! Did you like the feeling of ripping out someone's heart during the full moon? Cause that's only going to be worse. Your emotions are heightened, your body is changing, and most importantly you don't know how to stop. And it'll get you and someone else killed, indefinitely." Allura snapped.

Erica hung her head, ashamed she upset her sire.

"We'll talk later, right now I've got to get to school."

"You're leaving me?" Erica asked, despair in her voice.

Allura gave her a kind, yet rare, smile. "Only because I have to."

∞❦∞

"Okay, was he, like could he be a virgin maybe? Did he look like a virgin? Was he, you know, virginal?"

"No, definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy."

Allura snorted from her place beside Danny. "Hmm, sounds like him."

Stiles let out a girl-like yell whipping around. Scott's face broke out in a boyish grin, his puppy dog eyes wide.

Allura laughed as Scott chucked at his own joke, Stiles gave him a deadpan look. Adorable.

"No, I don't know if he's a virgin and why are you talking about him like he's already dead?"

"Yeah, and why does it matter if he's a virgin? What's happening, human sacrifices." Allura joked, playing dumb.

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked at Scott, who was perfectly fine because he knew that she was already introduced to the supernatural world, in alarm.

"Wha- I don't- I'm not, heyy why are you in the boy's locker room?" He stuttered

"Dude, chill. She knows."

"Wha- she knows?!? What do you mean she knows? Does she know what you and I know, about you know what?"

Scott gave him a confused look.

"Doesn't matter how I know, but I do. That's what matters." Allura smirked, filling the mystery roll.

"And he's missing, not dead?" Scott asked.

"Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott." Stiles rambled, his hand wavering in the air, almost hitting Allura.

"And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin, okay? And you know what that means? It means that my lack of sexual experience is literally a threat to my life. Okay, I need to have sex, like, right now." Scott's grin grew inhuman.

"No. No, no, no."

"Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Like someone needs to sex me right now."

"Allura can do it." Both Danny and Scott spoke up.

A shout fell from Stiles as he backed up looking between the three. He blushed.

"What?" His voice broke, confusion lacing his tone.

"She can go to your place at 9:00." Danny started with a smile.

"Or her house, it's huge." Scott chimed in.

"I'm a sadist though." Allura tilts her head.

"That is so sweet. Are you kidding?"

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

They raised an eyebrow as she glared back.

"Maybe," Allura smirked looking Stiles up and down. She hummed, taking a step closer. She fiddled with the strings of his jacket, her breath fanning against his face. She counted each mole and blemish.

"Sure." She shrugged, her short hair swishing backward. She winked before walking away, not giving a care about the conversion that would be told about her.

"Sup, Lahey."

"Allura."

∞❦∞

Allura walked up to the front of the crowd in step with Ethan and Aiden separating herself from Isaac.

She ignored the look the twins exchanged and all three of them broke off running when Coach's whistle sounded. Of course, she could have done around 50 laps in the time it took for Isaac to get running but she easily kept pace with the twins.

She could feel Isaac catching up from the air movement, the twins protectively on both of her sides even if they knew she didn't need it.

Aiden and Ethan sped up, goofy smiles on their faces, Allura passing both of them who were pushing their limit.

"Cheater!"

"Bitch!"

Allura laughed, "Ball less Dickheads."

She ran farther knowing they weren't planning on racing. That was until she saw something. Or someone.

A scream ripped itself from her throat as her eyes connected with the clouded lifeless ones. While she had seen dead bodies on many occasions, this one was gruesome. Of course, she had experienced and done worse but that was from bloodlust. This was just murder.

The rest of the class reached the tree as Allura stumbled back. Arms wrapped themself around her waist, a familiar scent hitting her nose, one she was barely able to make out from the smell of pure and fresh blood.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Allura, hey, Allura, answer me." Stiles rambled.

Allura groaned even though it probably sounded like a whimper. She covered her eyes as they changed. Her voice was pitched and dry as she spoke.

"I'm okay, I just- I don't- I don't like blood." Stiles pulled her close, unknown to the effect it had on her. Of course, she was lying, she had just forgotten to have a blood bag this morning making her control falter. Damn you, Erica.

∞❦∞

Soon enough the police were on the scene and a girl was screeching for her boyfriend.

Allura's head lay in Aiden's lap and she stared into nowhere as the twins exchanged looks.

"You see the way Aiden, Ethan, and Allura looked at him?"

"Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?"

"Ah, nah. They knew."

"The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one realizing the lack of Werewolfitude in these murders?" Stiles gestured.

"Oh, you think it's a coincidence they turn up when people start dying?"

"Well, no, but I still don't think it's them."

"Scott?" The puppy looked between the two, unable to pick a side.

"How about you?"

"I don't know yet."

"You don't know yet?" Stiles asked with his arms crossed.

"Well, he-he's got a point. Seriously dude, human sacrifices?"

"Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks, and then we'll immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now it would magically heal, but you're telling me you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?"

Scott sighed. "That's a good point, too."

"I don't care, all right? They killed that kid, they killed the girl who saved me."

"I don't know about you but Allura doesn't seem much of a 'Hey, how about we go kill that kid! Sounds like fun. Oh- oh let's just pull out my garrote from my back pocket, Ethan, Aiden, wanna join?' type. She couldn't even look at the body, she doesn't like blood."

"Or maybe you're just so blind-sighted by your schoolgirl crush that you can't see her for how fucked up she really is. I don't care, you're not gonna get in my way. I'm gonna kill them for what they did."

"Isaac, I've got to agree with Stiles on this one. She's had multiple chances to kill me yet I'm still here."

Isaac ignored them, walking away.

∞❦∞

"Can I use the bathroom?" Isaac asked.

Harrison nodded, Isaac immediately leaving. Allura watched as Scott bounced and used any excuse to leave.

Allura raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"May I use the bathroom."

Harrison sighed. "No, one at a time."

Allura hummed, "But you see, I really need to use the bathroom." Allura smirked.

"And I really don't want to be here but we can't always get what we want."

"Yes, well, unless you want blood to leak from my uterus, through my pants, and onto, well, everything I can't exactly 'wait.'"

Harrison stuttered, "Well, erm, sure, of course, uh go ahead, but be quick."

Allura stood, smirking at Scott while giving him a wink as she walked out. Sadly she was too late to leave because when she opened the door Harrison got a glimpse of what was outside.

"What is this? What is going on."

"Are you alright?" Danny asked Ethan as he rushed forward.

"He just came at me."

"Isaac, what the hell did you do?" Harrison asked.

∞❦∞

Allura threw open the cellar door, walking in with a box of blood bags. Erica looked up, eyes widening and mouth-watering at the sight.

"Resistance, a word that means the refusal to accept or comply with something; the attempt to prevent something by action or argument. Or an easier way to put it, the ability not to be affected by something. This is an easier version of control."

Allura placed the blood bags in a line in front of Erica, each sitting in a bowl just in her reach.

"While control means the power to restrain something, especially one's own emotions or actions. The definition of control is the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events or the power or authority to manage."

"With control, you need power, while with resistance you need self-reliance. You don't need to be perfect at control. I've learned that by working with control you keep everything in mind. Outcomes, Options, etc. With learning resistance, you just have to stop doing one thing. I want you to focus on anything other than the smell of blood." Allura pulled out a knife

"The floor beneath you, the color of your hair. Your friends and family, how puppies make you feel, the thought of cool air on your face as you freely run, the feeling of your claws coming out of your hand, your eyes glowing." Erica had her eyes closed, not even noticing that Allura had popped all of the blood bags.

Erica breathed perfectly fine. "And the point of this is?"

"Open your eyes and see." Allura smiled.

Erica's eyes fluttered open, widening in shock. "You had your mind focused on anything and everything else to where you didn't even notice when I popped the bags. And that is the first step to control." Allura smiled sweetly at Erica.

"Now drink." Erica launched herself forward, feasting on the bowl of blood to where she didn't even notice Allura exiting and leaving the door unlocked. Closed, yet unlocked.

∞❦∞

"Each group of three would have its own purpose. Its own power."

"Virgins, Healers, Philosophers, Warriors, and Guardians."

"Allura?"

"Sister." Deaton greeted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sister?" Stiles stuttered.

"Well more like long, long, long, long, long, long, long lost cousin, but whatever. As you were saying."

"Could Warrior also mean soldier?"

"Absolutely."

Stiles held up a photo.

"Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd."

"That's gotta be it. That's the pattern. Where's Boyd?" Deaton asked Stiles who fumbled with his phone.

"Here." Allura passed her phone which was open and ready. Stiles walked away, trying to call Boyd.

"Lydia, something wrong?"

"No," Lydia's heart jumped a beating making Allura glare

"I was... I mean... I just thought of someone else with a military connection."

"Who?"

∞❦∞

"This is just one of many possibilities. He could have simply left for the day."

"Nope. Look. D-A-R-A-C-H. Those aren't grades. A Darach is a dark Druid or a Druid who has "gone down the wrong path," presumably valuing their own desires over that of maintaining the balance of nature as Druids are meant to do. The word "Darach" means "dark oak" in the Gaelic languages. " Allura explained.

They all tensed.

"To think I came here for a new start."

∞❦∞

A knock at her door took her attention from her research. In an instant she was at the door, holding a knife behind it.

"Isaac?"

"I was wondering if I could ask a favor..." Allura sighed. "Come in."

He smiled walked inside and frowned at the mud he tracked inside. "Sorry about the- um."

"It's fine." Allura brushed off.

"What's wrong?"

"I uh.... Derek, he kicked me out."

Allura sighed. "Shoes off." He followed her instructions.

"Come on." She led him down hall after hall.

"Here." Isaac's jaw dropped as he was presented with his new room.

"Welcome home."