█▓▒▒░░░ CRAZY MANIPULATIVE ░░░▒▒▓

Parties. Something Allura loved. When the bass shook the floor and lights flashed, the feeling you get when you move and shake your hips. This party, however, was a bust.

The best they had was a cheaply spiked punch.

“What?" A voice said from a distance. Allura couldn't help but tune in, her ears recognizing the voice.

"What do you mean 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" Allura downed the rest of her drink. Stiles and McCall seemed to bicker as their footsteps grew closer.

"I mean 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 and you know what?"

"What 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" Huh?

"That look you were giving."

"I didn't give a look."

"Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott."

"What look?" Oh god. Idiots.

"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing is going to a party."

"It's not that it just seems weird going to a different high school party."

"Really? Free booze and food." Allura mumbled to herself as tossed the red solo cup.

"What? Would you-" Stiles groaned. "God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine."

"I went to nursery school with this girl-" Allura couldn't help the look of disbelief that crossed over her face. Who keeps in touch with people from primary school?

"Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?"

Annoyance ran through Allura as one of the girls in a group cheered louder than the others. Her extremely squeaky voice gave her a headache. She had originally shown up to ask if anyone knew where Erica was, but she hadn't learned anything yet.

"It's my birthday!" Gosh, she's so annoying.

"When I fall in love, I wanna be good at it."

“Jesus”, "Lord." Allura and Heather's friend spoke at the same time. "She knows." Her friend pointed toward her, and Allura smirked.

"You at least got yourself a target of opportunity?" Stiles walked in with a smile, and McCall trailed behind him, obviously not wanting to be here.

Her eyes narrowed as Heather, the birthday girl, called out to Stiles with a bright grin.

"Don't work yourself up about it." The friend spoke to her after seeing the sneer she shot at the blond. Allura turned away as Heather kissed Stiles —who had a look of shock. Even McCall looked stupefied as his uneven jaw dropped.

"She wants him for a sex doll, nothing else." Allura rolled her eyes. She hadn't known the boy for long, but she had seen the way he had swooned for Lydia and remembered the feeling of his fingertips against her skin. Not to mention, Stiles might not know her intentions of everything being meaningless. It wasn't hard to realize the boy was sensitive and a hopeless romantic.

"And what do you want him for?" The girl asked. Allura rolled her eyes again, hard enough to cause a slight ache and shook her head. She didn't even know the guy; she just shared some classes with him.

"Bold of you to assume I want the dweeb." Allura chuckled as she grabbed another cup and downed it in a few gulps. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as a drop rolled down her chin.

"Mhmm, I'll do you one better. How about we get drunk off our asses and party." She handed Allura another cup.

"Cheers to that." Allura smiled and raised their cups to clink them together. They both downed their cups as someone spoke up, "Hey."

Alluras' new friend looked him up and down, stopping at his waistline. She gave him an unimpressed look before walking off. Allura choked out a laugh.

"Hi."

"Hey, McCall." Allura nodded in acknowledgment.

"You-you know me?" He stuttered.

"We have a class together. Or classes, I wouldn't know, seeing as you left during Blakes lesson."

"Oh."

"Yep." They stood in awkward silence, Allura shifted on her heels, and McCall looked around.

"Allura."

"Scott." Allura hummed and nodded.

"Scott McCall." She tried out, the name rolling off her tongue with a slight accent. Scott blushed and looked down.

"Don't worry, I bet your dick isn't that small." Allura teased, looking him up and down.

"I... you have a nice face." Allura's voice wavered, and her face remained stoic. Sadness flickered across his face as he pouted, and the tips of his ears grew pink.

It was a few seconds before Allura started laughing. Relief filled Scott's face, and he shook his head. "I'm messing, McCall. Relax."

Scott opened his mouth with a smile before his phone buzzed as he took his phone out and looked at the contact name. Allura's heart almost broke at the sight of him. "Ex?" She asked. Scott frowned, nodding.

"Answer it. Unless she's, like, crazy manipulative, then I can drop kick her ass for you." Allura smirked as she shoved her unoccupied and gloved hand into her pocket.

"No, no. No need, perfectly sane. Thanks, though." Scott awkwardly laughed, making Allura smile, "Anytime, Scooter.”

"Scooter?" His eyebrows furrowed in innocent confusion.

"Yeah, what's the fun in calling you by your real name?" Allura winked.

Scott laughed and walked away while bringing the phone up to his ear. Both were oblivious to the bond they would form in their short time together.

∞❦∞

"You know, you're still an asshat and you're still my favorite?" Allura asked as she slipped between the twins, her harsh hands gripping their shoulders. She sadly couldn't do much more seeing as their 6-foot frame towered over her 5'4 size.

"And you're still sexy as hell." Ethan complemented with a grin and a wink.

"Oh, stop it." Allura faked being flustered while waving him off.

"What are you doing here, Allura." His angry words were spat at her as she narrowed her eyes. He looked away from her gaze and shifted as her grip became bruising.

"I came here to learn, the fuck do you think? The real question is what are you and your wolf possy doing here?"

"Can't tell you that." Ethan chimed.

"Okay, then what can you tell me?"

"I can tell you to run. To stay out of this, but I know you won't listen." Aiden dismissed himself.

"Touché. So I guess you're going to keep being secretive."Allura concluded as her hands slipped off them, one fiddling with the zipper of her leather jacket and the other slipping into her pocket.

"Yep."

"Mmm, cool, cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt." Allura clicked her tongue and Ethan chuckled as Allura tried to ease the tension.

"Okay, what would a pack of Alphas want with Erica and Boyd?" Two best friends talked with each other.

For a moment she froze. Erica? Her head tilted as her frame tensed. She wasn't sure if the two boys beside her were listening, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let on if what Scott and Stiles were saying was true.

"I'm not sure it's what they want."

"Okay, what, like Derek?" Hale? This shit just gets more confusing by the second.

"Like they're recruiting?" Recruiting Erica? The shu epileptic teenager? Not unless…

Allura couldn't help but curse out the magical veterinarian for leaving out some key details in his story last night.

She could feel Scott's eyes flicker between her, Aiden, and Ethan as they walked away. He stared holes into her head.

"Hey, Scott." Stiles drew him out of his trance.

"You coming?"

"Only for you." Allura joked in a lovesick voice under her breath. Ethan snorted and Aiden turned his head, raising an eyebrow in question. Allura only smirked and walked ahead, catching Ethans sly wink towards her.

∞❦∞

Allura droned out her favorite teacher as he talked about something she already knew.

She smiled as Coach laughed. His rude personality and lack of taking anybody's shit caused him to grow on her. Plus  he had a personal vendetta against Greensburg.

"Oh, you're serious." Coach asked in disbelief. The man simply couldn't fathom the idea that the boy in front of him was… Learning?

Scott stuttered, "Y-yes, risk and reward."

"Wow. Who are you?"

Allura chucked under her breath, a small smile gracing her face.

"And what have you done to McCall?" Scott awkwardly laughed. "Don't answer that, I like you better. I like you better."

"Does anybody have a quarter?"

"Yep," Stiles called out as he reached into his pocket. Allura's eyes widened as an XXL condom fell out of his pocket.

A choked sound fell from her lips as they pulled higher in a shiteating grin. The class remained in silence as Coach leaned down and picked it up. Oh my god, that poor child.

"Stilinski, I think you uh... you dropped this. And congratulations." She could see her friend, Danny, giving him an impressed look.

She raised an eyebrow and stared into his head. He turned to her at the burning feeling, his 6th sense kicking in. He smiled at her suggestive eyebrow before giving her the same look.

Scott shifted and quickly noticed the look on their faces. He blushed before shaking his head. They both deflated, Allura still smirking.

Unknown to her Scott smirked as well, his eyes flickering between her and Stiles. He turned forward in his seat with a smile while playing matchmaker in his head.

He had a new goal.

Coach bounced a quarter into the cup and the class clapped.

"Okay, Danny. Risk, reward."

"What's the reward?"

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." Allura paused in confusion. Then is it really a pop quiz?

As if reading her mind —which wouldn't be surprising at this point, Danny continued. "Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it."

"Danny, you know I really expect more from you at this point. Really." Allura huffed a laugh.

Allura watched as Scott was offered the chance only to refuse. Dumb, wolfy, why pass off a chance of skipping a test when you had superhuman powers?

Allura almost smacked herself for being so stupid.

"Okay, who's next?"

"Me." Allura chimed in before Stiles could.

"You see, there's a gambling woman," Allura smirked as she walked up, taking the quarter from his fingers. "It is woman, right?"

"Yep." Allura stood before bouncing the quarter with the right amount of pressure. Everyone watched as the coin hit the ground and flew towards the mug.

It hit the ring of the mug and started racing around the edge, as if it was enjoying how everyone was waiting to see if it would fall in or out. Finally, it fell into the mug with a ding.

The class cheered as Allura smirked. She walked forward and bent over to pick up the quarter, fully aware of the lingering eyes of Stiles and other boys. She walked back and stopped beside Coach. The quarter twirled around her fingertips almost as if she was boasting to everyone in the room. He snatched it back. "No test for you, uh..."

"Allura."

"Last name?" Allura raised an eyebrow. "All right." Coach dismissed before turning his head to her "Ever played Lacrosse?"

Allura laughed and walked back to her seat.

"Who wants the quarter?" Stiles drummed on his desk.

"Come on, step up." Coach clapped.

"All right, Stilinski." The door opened and the sheriff —who Allura remembered to be the father of Stiles, walked into the classroom.

"Stiles," He called.

"Yeah, Coach, I got it."

"Stiles." The boy slowly looked up from the coin, his face falling.

∞❦∞

Allura kept in tune with class and what was going on in the hall. Girl missing, virgin, blah, blah, blah, honestly couldn't care less.

She could tell Scott was also listening to the conversation by the way his eyes darted around, ears twitched, and how he wiggled in his seat.

"Greenburg, put your hand down, you don't have a chance."

∞❦∞

Allura was sitting in class when her phone buzzed. Shifting her hips to manspread, she picked it up and unlocked it with her fingerprint.

"Phone off, Miss..." the teacher trailed off.

"M'kay." Allura held up a peace sign and opened her phone anyway. Her reaction made the teacher sigh but continued his lesson non the less.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗

𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵, 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤.

𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚊

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

Allura quickly left her last class as the bell rang. She walked down the steps, unlocked her baby and sat down, carelessly tossing her bookbag on the back floorboard as she started the car. It purred as she turned the key, kicking to life.

She pulled out of her parking spot and drove away from the school, planning to head towards her new bed. She was halfway home when her phone rang instead of vibrating.

"What do you got?" Allura answered the call with a serious tone.

"Beacon hills bank." The sound of Deaton's voice rang out clear yet still clouded. Allura remained silent as she quickly turned into another lane and ignored the loud blare of a horn behind her.

"Deaton..." Allura called out, her voice an octave lower. Danger lingered in the air as her grip tightened on the wheel. "I hope you know that friend or not, I'm older and I'm not afraid to kick your ass. Tell me what you're holding back."

Deaton sighed from the other side and for a moment he was afraid Allura could hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Isaac said something while he was under." Deaton's words were careful, almost rehearsed and it frustrated Allura to no end.

"Spit it out already!"

"He said Erica was dead..." He whispered with a sigh, knowing she would be able to hear him anyway.

The words lingered in her ears even after Deaton fell quiet. She hung up the phone before it slipped from her hand and tumbled to the floor of the car. She probably should have cried or froze in shock. It would have been the normal reaction to learning about a dear and trusted friend's passing. But she wasn't. God, she wished she was numb but there was nothing but undying 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 flowing through her veins

Her hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles turning white as she gradually sped up. If she was gone, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦… Beacon Hills would rain red. Rivers of crimson would flow and paint walls, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

She knew Erica would pass. It was something expected for her friend to grow old. To gain wrinkles and blond hair to turn white. But this was different. This was like a pig to slaughter.

Her breathing steadied, remembering the red pendant the younger girl wore around her neck. Her cure. Her blood. Her 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.

When Allura had revealed herself to Erica, she expected fear. Terror. But Erica was never afraid, not even when her hands shook and shoulders grew tense at their close distance.

She was brave, braver than Allura ever was at 16. She was better.

Allura parked her car a few blocks away and quickly ran inside of the abandoned bank. The wind blew as her garnet hair was pushed over her shoulders at the quick pace she ran. In seconds she had made it inside the bank without a sound. Allura moved to the sound of snarling and hissing. She moved silently, feet graced with skill and combat boots. She grimaced as she broke the handle with an echoed sound. However, the sound of nails on metal and angry roaring covering the squeaks.

Or they were just stupid.

Erica's head snapped up. Completely black eyes with yellow iris’. Gray veins trailed down her eyes, almost like tears. They continued down her cheeks, past her neck, and under her shirt.

The poor girl was drained and dying. Again.

Her sharp werewolf claws that were originally brown were now tinted gray as if she had lost circulation to her fingertips, and on display. They were even sharper than before.

Another feature was her pale pink lips. Long and pointed fangs protruded from her gums which were accompanied by another stumpier tooth behind. The razor tip had cut against the thin flesh and caused droplets of red to run down her chin.

Allura flashed behind her and quickly snapped her neck, trying to make it as painless as possible. Her body hit the floor with a loud thud that made Allura wince. She picked Erica up and slung her over her shoulder as heartbeats started moving toward them. Allura quickly slipped out, leaving the crushes door swung open. It was covered in bloody claw marks and dents that made a shiver run through her.

Her pace was hurried and rushed as the alpha pack raged, unsure how a "𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧" could break through a mountain ash door.

Not to mention dead.

Allura almost sighed in relief as her feet hit the sidewalk and cold air brushed her flushed face like a whisper. The soft thuds of her footsteps seemed deafening in the silence,  making her evermore anxious. When she arrives she opens the passenger seat —not letting Erica have the advantage of being behind her, and buckled her in the seat before backtracking to the front.

She quickly drove to her house, taking glances at her friend who almost looked peaceful, and parked in her garage. She picked Erica up and unlocked her door. The only sound being her keys jingling and her harsh breathing.

She rushed down each hall turning the lights on as she went. She stopped outside the cellar and unlocked the sliding lock door. She entered from the right side of the room, her gloved hand rising to shield her eyes from the rays of sun that shined in.

She laid Erica under the window and linked chains around her wrist to ensure everyone's safety. She shifted her friend into a comfortable position and stood back up, wiping her hands on her thighs.

Exiting the room, she relocked the door and retraced her steps back to the living room. The air was warmed by the burning flames in the fireplace. She grabbed the intricate bottle from the glass cart as well as a glass. She poured the maple-looking liquid into the cooled glass. The bourbon burned as it slid down her throat but the sensation was all too familiar to her.

She quickly flicked her phone on and sent a message to Deaton, making sure he was alright. At the confirmation that everything was fine and the pack had left, she flopped onto the couch and propped her feet onto the countertop.

Now all that was left was to wait.

∞❦∞

It was an hour and a half later when she heard Erica's heart restart. She quickly grabbed the bags off the counter and walked down. Erica hissed in threat as Allura slung the door open. Allura tossed the bags in front of her and Erica rushed towards them in a blur, her fangs ripped through the plastic with her first bite and drained cherry liquid.

When she was finished she looked up in her new hybrid form, the red substance coating her chin.

"Allura?" Erica's voice cracked as she looked throughout the darkness that surrounded them.

"Welcome to the living again."

Erica stared at her. "I've changed?"

Allura smirked. "Welcome to your new pack, Vampire."

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