𝟏𝟗 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

✯☾✯

𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, Lizzie approached Allison's locker. A haze of stress, worry and jealousy rested on the archer's face.

Lizzie brushed her finger tips against Allison's shoulder. "What's up?"

Allison jumped back, closing her locker with a sigh. "I- nothing."

The pixie didn't press, respecting her friend. She changed the subject.

"You look great today. Red lipstick suits you."

"Thanks, but i don't look as great as Erica."

Allison's face fell as she murmured the blonde's name. She slung her satchel over her shoulder and rubbed her forearms.

"Ah, we've got jealous Ali today, i see."

"I'm not jealous." She paused, lips twitching to say more.

"Hey, i came for a rant. Have at it." Lizzie stuck her thumbs up.

Allison let out a breath. "It's just, she was being all touchy with Scott and their faces were really close. Sometimes i just wish i had stupid werewolf hearing so i could hear what they were saying. Maybe i'm just being an insecure girlfriend. God, that's annoying."

A moment of silence.

"Do you think he'll leave me for her?"

Lizzie tilted her head lovingly. "Ali, you're getting a little ahead of yourself here. Erica and Scott barley know each other and i highly doubt he'd choose her over the gorgeous archery badass he has right in front of him."

Ali smiled, feeling a little more reassured. "How do you always know how to make people feel better?"

"Practice."

The word had a double meaning.

"Ugh," Allison glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall above a block of lockers. "I have to get to french but I'll see you later, okay?"

Lizzie wiggled her fingers, watching the Argent girl slip away down the hallway.

She trailed after her as slow as she could. Since Isaac was an escaped convict, he wasn't there for her to stare at during chemistry which meant it would be more boring than usual.

But it was just her luck that Scott appeared next to her, latching a hand around her wrist.

"Vernon Boyd." He spoke, dragging Lizzie out the school, stride set with purpose.

"What?"

"Vernon Boyd. The third beta."

✯☾✯

Scott and Lizzie arrived at the ice rink presently. Stiles had headed over to Boyd's house to do his own searching. The trio's aim was to convince Boyd not take the bite before Derek got to him.

The universe was playing to their advantage as Boyd was in fact at the ice rink where he worked. He was sat on a Zamboni, cruising around the rink.

Scott and Lizzie stepped onto the ice without the skates Lizzie had tried to convince Scott to wear. The girl had only been skating once in her life and it was safe to say she wasn't very good at it. She had the medical records to prove it.

So, in an effort to keep herself upright, she clung to Scott's jacket and tried to ignore the fact that her battered converse had no grip to prevent her from falling face first onto the frozen flooring below her.

"Boyd!" Scott called, his voice echoed, bouncing off the walls. Boyd looked up but ignored the shout. He knew what was coming.

"I just wanna talk!"

No response, just the mechanical sounds coming from the Zamboni.

"Hey, come on, Boyd, please."

Scott proceeded towards the vehicle and the boy, practically dragging Lizzie across the slippery surface with him.

"Did Derek tell you everything?" Scott tried again. "And i don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything."

The Zamboni stopped and Boyd switched off the engine. He scoffed.

"He told me about the hunters."

Scott let go of Lizzie.

"And that's not enough for you to say no?" He asked.

Lizzie thought he was being a little unfair. It really wasn't Scott's choice nor his business. She got that he wanted to keep everyone safe but Derek wasn't forcing these teens to take the bite. From the looks of it, they all had their own reasons.

"Whatever you want, there's other way to get it." Scott said, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, forgetting about the girl stood next to him.

"I just want to not eat lunch alone every day." Boyd told him, he still hadn't met Scott's eyes. He barley knew the dude but he was here questioning him and forcing him to justify himself.

Lizzie broke.

"I- uhm," She started, a little intimidated but unsure why. Boyd's eyes flickered to her. It was the first time he'd heard her speak. His expression softened, Lizzie continuing on.

"I could be your friend. Wolf or not."

Her voice came out a lot quieter than she'd expected.

"In fact, I'd love to be your friend."

Scott couldn't help but muster up a small grin before returning back to the matter at hand. Boyd was still focused on Lizzie. He noticed how different she was to Scott.

"Yeah, if you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek" The brown eyed omega retorted.

A new voice.

"That really hurt, Scott."

Lizzie copied Scott's actions and spun round. The voice was, of course, Derek Hale's. He stood proud and tall, feigning offense. Either side of him was Isaac and Erica. All three were wearing matching leather jackets and confidence.

The raging bisexual inside of Lizzie was going crazy.

She could sense the change in Isaac. He was holding himself differently, like he actually wanted to be seen and not hidden from the world. He was also smirking.

Lizzie had never seen Isaac smirk before.

He looked happier.

As much as she disliked the context, seeing the fire in his eyes and the lift in his shoulders made her happy.

"I mean," Derek continued. "If you're gonna review me at least take a consensus."

He gestured to his betas.

"Erica, how's life been for you since we met?"

Erica twirled a lock of her perfectly curled hair around her finger as she pretended to think. "Hmm, in a word... transformative."

To prove her point, she parted her lips and bared her teeth, growling.

"Oh, good lord." Lizzie murmured to herself, taking a step back. She didn't fancy getting involved in this one.

"Isaac?"

"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I'm great."

He spoke different too.

The two pitiful lovers made eye contact. Isaac tilted his head and winked.

At her.

Unsure what to do and physically unable to mover her body, Lizzie could only look away, hoping her cheeks had stayed their usual colour.

"Okay, hold on." Scott interrupted Derek's theatrical display of power. "This isn't exactly a fair fight."

Derek grinned, taking it as a win. "Then, go home, Scott."

The alpha shrugged, his beta's striding forwards toward the lone wolf.

Lizzie was extremely confused.

But, Scott didn't seem to be. He crouched down, smashing his fist against the ice, scaring the life out of the poor girl beside him. His claws came out on his werewolf features emerged.

"I meant fair for them." He growled, roaring as he launched at the opposing side.

"Nope." Lizzie shrieked, backing up until her back hit the Zamboni. She turned at the contact, falling upon the idea to climb up. Following up, she took the empty space beside Boyd in the vehicle.

Boyd ripped his eyes from the fight to the pixie. She smiled at him.

"Sorry, I really do not want to be down there at the moment but i can go if you want."

Boyd shook his head quickly. "No, stay, stay. It's safer up here anyway."

There was a moment of brief silence, the sounds of grunts and groans reverberating through the vast room.

"Hey, did you mean it earlier?" Boyd asked, he looked uncertain. "When you said you could be my friend?"

Lizzie let out a breathy laugh. "Of course I did. My name's Lizzie."

She held her hand out.

He shook it.

"The pixie, right? I'm Vernon but I'd prefer if you called me Boyd."

"Boyd's your last name?"

"Yeah, I just like it better than my first name."

"Okay, I'll never call you Vernon if you never call me Elizabeth." Lizzie raised her eyebrows with a playful smile.

Boyd returned it. "Deal."

Silence fell upon them once again, only to be broken when Lizzie winced as Isaac was thrown across the ice and into the barrier.

"You know him?" Boyd noticed her discomfort.

"Yeah, we were quite close before he got bitten. I'm not allowed to talk to him anymore." The girl sighed, she observed the fight with an anxious focus.

"Says who?" Boyd persisted.

"Scott and Stiles."

The lines on the boy's forehead increased for a second. It didn't seem that fair. Scott and Stiles seemed to have a lot of control over the small pixie.

The combat eventually diminished, Isaac and Erica got their asses kicked and then Scott got his.

Laying on the floor, the teen wolf glared up at Derek.

Lizzie felt something by her lip. She pressed her hand to it. It was liquid. Brilliant crimson liquid. And it was rushing out of her nose.

"Woah," Boyd hummed. "You're bleeding. Scott?"

He helped the girl from the Zamboni as Derek ran off. Scott hadn't noticed Lizzie's problem yet. However, Isaac had. He'd been waiting in the doorway for his alpha but he'd been watching her.

"Isaac, let's go." The Hale man ordered. Isaac didn't budge.

"Wait, wait, wait." He craned his neck to get a better view. He just needed Scott to notice her, he knew she'd be okay then.

"Don't," Scott was panting. "You don't wanna be like them."

"You're right."

Boyd lifted his camo jumper to reveal a fresh bite mark.

"I want to be like you."

He shot Lizzie a final glance before leaving the pair alone. After he was out of sight, Lizzie dropped to her knees and rested her hands on Scott's torso.

Closing her eyes, she focused. She could see the shining purple through the lids of her eyes. Even though he was a wolf with healing abilities, he still needed some help to speed up the process.

From the doorway, Isaac gazed at the miracle like action in awe.

"L," Scott coughed, interrupting the process. Lizzie opened her eyes and removed her hands.

"You're bleeding."

Lizzie tilted her head. "So are you, silly. Now, keep quiet so I can fix you up."

"No," Scott pushed himself up onto his elbows, his wolf face disappearing. "Did you get hurt?"

The girl gazed around the empty rink. "There's something weird about this place. It feels- it feels like something was here. Recently. But, I can't tell what. Something strange must've happened, hence the nose bleed."

✯☾✯

Taking the bag from the man behind the counter, Lizzie thanked him, spinning on her heel. The store was empty, a song Lizzie knew the words to but could not name echoed from the crackling speakers.

She'd been sent out on an errand for her father, cheap mac 'n' cheese was a necessity for Wednesday nights. The squeaky bell above the door rung as the pixie pushed it open. A slicing wind whipped past her face, accompanying the dropping temperature. The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the silence of the night.

Lizzie stared down the street, nothing but blinking street lights to part small patches of the tenebrous emptiness. Another gust of wind pushed her forward, she took cautious steps across the sidewalk.

The sound of footsteps pattered in the back of her mind, presumably her own. It was only when their strides fell out of sync, the soles of battered shoes slapping down at alternative times, did she notice the man creeping up behind her.

Two perplexing arms wrapped around her, one covering her mouth and one secured around her waist. She was lifted, screams muffled and feet kicking. An unrecognisable car pulled up next to them, waiting for the hostage.

Lizzie tried to shake the person off, writhing in their firm grip. It was no use. A car door opened and she was tossed in like a ball of paper. She landed uncomfortably sprawled in the backseat. All means of escape vanished as the door was slammed shut, leaving Lizzie trapped and apprehensive.

She sat up, already scanning frantically for possible exits. The car was motionless. It had made no movement at all. Lizzie noticed a stationary man sat in the front seat. The lighting was dim so she could not see his face.

"Poor."

Came a gruff voice. Lizzie recognised it but she couldn't quite put her finger on who it belonged to. Right now, she was too frightened and shaken up to try and figure it out.

"You barley fought back, Elizabeth."

The man turned, catching in the ray of headlights as a car raced by. The cold eyes of Chris Argent pierced into Lizzie's. She let out the breath she didn't realise she was keeping in.

"Chris? I- what?!"

The utter bewilderment in her voice was something the hunter found exceedingly amusing.

"No matter. We'll work on it."

"Work on what? Mr Argent, what the hell is going on? Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

A thousand thoughts raced through Lizzie's mind, all completely fictional and ridiculous.

"This was a test," Chris finally revealed. He jotted a couple of things down in his notebook. "You failed. Miserably."

"Sorry?"

Nothing was making sense in Lizzie's brain.

"I accept your apology. I now know what to work on in your training. Self-defence. A skill Allison seems to also lack."

"You- you staged a kidnapping to test me?" Lizzie checked, things starting to fit into place.

"That I did." Chris went back to his writing. "You may leave now."

Lizzie nodded slowly, as weird as it was, sliding towards the car door. Her hand barley touched the handle before she stopped.

"Uh- would you mind taking me home? You've kinda freaked me out and i really don't wanna walk anymore."

✯☾✯

"Well, was it a snake?"

Lizzie paced her room, her fluffy socks padding lightly across the floor. Her phone was pressed firmly against one ear whilst she chewed the nails of her free hand.

"No, Lizzie. It wasn't a-"

"Holy shit, was it a basilisk? How big was it?"

"It was sort of human size," Stiles informed the girl down the phone line. "But it definitely was not a human. It's eyes were the scariest part. When I looked into them-"

"Romantically?"

"Shut up. When I looked into them, I felt like I knew them. Like, I knew who it was." Stiles sounded frantic although he didn't seem too traumatised. Weird, since he was almost murdered by a manic lizard at the garage he'd been at.

"Maybe you do." Lizzie flopped onto her bed, pulling herself up to sit cross-legged.

"Yeah, but how do I know who?"

Before Lizzie could answer Stiles' queries, there was a soft tap coming from her window. She gulped.

"Hold on, Stiles. I'll call you back."

Hanging up, she shakily stood, still a little freaked from her 'test' earlier, and grabbed the nearest item.

With her hairbrush brandished over her shoulder, she slowly snuck towards the noise, pulled back her drapes and let out a yelp when she saw there actually was a person crouched on the tree branch next to her window.

But, she managed to collect herself and unlock it when she realised who it was.

Isaac crawled through the window, landing perfectly on two feet.

"Uhm- hello." Lizzie waved nervously, dropping her lethal weapon on her bed. "What- what are you doing here?"

Isaac smirked.

Again with the smirk.

He took a step further into the girl's bedroom. Lizzie copied him, only stumbling backwards instead.

"Well, I came to see you of course." The boy slipped of his leather jacket leaving him in a plain white tee which he seemed to pull off incredibly well.

Lizzie's eyes widened. He looked so perfect. The new found confidence had seemed to enhance his beauty.

How had she not noticed how buff he was before?

"My eyes are up here." The beta spoke, brimming with confidence. Mortified, Lizzie snapped her gaze away from his biceps, already accepting the fact she was bright red.

"I don't uh-" She cleared her throat. "Are you- uhm. Why- no. Does Derek-"

Isaac grinned at the obvious effect he was having on the girl. He took another step closer, deciding to add fuel to the fire.

"Your heart is beating really fast."

Lizzie gawped at him. "How do you know that. I- that's weird."

Isaac tapped his ear. "Enhanced hearing."

Another step closer caused Lizzie's breathing to pick up.

"Ooh," Isaac pulled a playfully shocked expression. "It's even faster. Why? Why is your heart beating so fast, L?"

Lizzie's face had never felt so warm. She gazed up at the taller boy. He loved how flustered she was.

"I -uh don't know why that would be."

"You don't know?" Isaac lifted his hand to her cheek. He dragged a thumb down past her lips and across her jawline. Lizzie's eyes trailed it the best they could.

Skin set alight, goose bumps erupting, rapid shaky breaths.

She was a mess.

"What about now?" Isaac leant down and whispered in her ear. His light breath teasingly fanned the side of her head, electric shockwaves pulsing through the both of them. "You got any ideas?"

"Nope, uh no. Sorry." She gasped, inhaling sharply. Spontaneously, she ducked under Isaac's arm and darted to the other side of the room before she did something she wasn't allowed to.

Isaac turned, swiping a sharp tongue across his bottom lip as he watched the pixie shift from foot to foot.

"So, was that all?" She looked anywhere but his gorgeous blue eyes. The werewolf hummed, relishing in the fact he'd painted her face a beautiful shade of pink.

"Alrighty," She gestured to her open window. "I'm sure you've got a lot of werewolfy errands to run so- uh you better be on your way."

Isaac arched a brow, grinning a purely triumphant grin.

Erica had no chance.

"I really should, shouldn't I?" He mocked, retracing his steps to the window. His last action was a flirtatious wink before he crawled through the window and jumped down into the night, leaving Lizzie to attempt to collect herself.

✯☾✯

The holy trinity were seated in one of the many hallways of BH high school. Scott and Stiles were perched on the bottom of a set of steps and Lizzie slumped on the ground against the wall.

"I'm so sorry about the other day," Stiles spoke dramatically. "I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-"

He cut himself off, horrified. He'd been implemented in Scott and Allison's decision to relay messages to each other through Stiles and Lizzie since they had been banned from any forms of contact. The stakes surrounding their secret relationship had been ranked up a notch since Gerard Argent, Allison's grandfather, had taken over as school principal.

"Oh my god, I can't. From now on, you and Allison are only using Lizzie to communicate." Stiles groaned, his best friend's relationship utterly disgusted him.

"She said she loves you more than life itself," Lizzie finished off, struggling to uncap her chocolate milk. "And she's coming to the game tonight."

Scott grinned like an adorably bashful puppy whilst Stiles grimaced harder.

"Alright, message completed, done. Now, tell me about your boss." He quickly ended the conversation.

Last night, it had been uncovered that Alan Deaton most certainly knew all about the supernatural.

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted, like a book." The doe-eyed wolf relayed what his boss had informed him.

"He probably means a Bestiary." Stiles proposed.

"What?"

"A Bestiary."

Scott couldn't hold back his giggles. "I think you mean a bestiality."

Lizzie almost choked on her chocolate milk. "Eww."

Stiles was not amused. "Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopaedia of mythical creatures."

"How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?" Scott cried out, sounding exasperated. He did have a point. Right now, it seemed like he didn't know anything.

"Okay, you know, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night. It's, kind of, like a priority of mine. And Lizzie's. Right, L?"

Stiles called over his shoulder.

"You betcha, bitch boy."

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

Scott sighed. "Okay, if we can find this 'Bestiary' and it can tell us what this thing is-"

He was referring to the strange lizard thing that attacked Stiles at the garage last night.

"And who." Stiles added.

Both boys came to a conclusion simultaneously. "We need that book."

Stiles was sent off to find Allison whilst Lizzie and Scott made there way to the omega's locker.

"Hey, Scott? I have a question." Lizzie said before taking a final swig of her drink.

"Go ahead."

"Because you're a wolf, basically an animal, if I were to watch you have sex. Would that be bestiality?"

"Jesus Christ."

✯☾✯

After Stiles had run countless times between Scott, Lizzie and Allison, collecting information, it was established the Allison's grandfather had the sacred book kept in his office. Not only that, but you could only get it with a set of keys.

That was where Ali came in. Her job was to somehow manage to steal the keys from Gerard and since they were both going to the lacrosse game tonight, it made the plan a whole lot easier to carry out.

Lizzie pushed her way through the crowds, making for the bleachers which were filling up fast. Due to the plethora of things going on around her, she wasn't exactly looking where she was going, subsequently knocking into someone.

The boy she'd hit had been carrying an expensive looking camera that Lizzie had only just managed to save from it's fate of tumbling to the ground.

"Woah," She steadied herself and the camera in her clutches. "That could have been a disaster."

A low chuckle came from above her. Glancing up, Lizzie was met with a scruffy looking boy whom she vaguely recognised from her English class.

"I'm so sorry," She cringed sheepishly. "Here."

The boy took the camera held out to him. "It's fine, you saved my baby anyway."

Lizzie thought it was slightly weird that he referred to his camera as 'his baby', but brushed passed it. She flashed a half smile before pushing her way passed him and delving back into the crowd.

Matt Daehler narrowed his eyes, watching the pixie disappear in the writhing mob of people.

✯☾✯

It was safe to say, the lacrosse game was as uneventful as Lizzie's social life. About the only that was remotely interesting was the times the huge dude playing for the other team took out half of Beacon Hill's.

Lizzie was skipping through the hallways of the high school. She was sick to death of lacrosse and had taken to wandering to cure her boredom. She'd only really come here to help out the plan to find the bestiary however she'd seemed to have been completely left out.

Trailing a finger across the display boards, Lizzie turned a corner, entering the corridor which led to the school's very own pool. A spark of curiosity was lit and her feet took her towards it.

She pushed through the double doors, immediately met with the sight of the illuminated pool. She could remember the swimming lessons she used to take here as a kid. They were cute memories but the swimming caps they were forced to wear gave her awful headaches.

Lizzie cautiously walked round the edge of the water, the only source of light coming from the pool. Bending down, she swished her hand through the cool water, delighting at the relaxing noises it made.

Her tranquillity was soon rudely interrupted when the double doors were flung open. Derek Hale entered.

Why was this guy just everywhere?

Lizzie removed her hand from the water and waved it around to dry it.

"Uh, Derek?"

The alpha swung round, surprised to find another in here.

"Fancy seeing you here," Lizzie moved towards him. "I didn't take you for a late night swimmer."

Derek rolled his eyes, missing the fact that Lizzie wasn't actually being sarcastic. He picked up a rouge basket ball from the corner of the room and chucked it up and down in the air.

"I knew Scott would be angry but I thought you'd be too. More than angry, in fact." The wolf was smug.

"Why would I be angry?" Lizzie carefully folded her arms across her chest. "What you did for Isaac saved him. We may be on different sides now but you freed him from something I never could have."

Derek looked stunned but before he could splutter a confused remark, the doors opened again.

Enter hot Erica and trouble magnet Stiles.

The Stilinski boy was groaning, probably because he was being dragged by the ear into the room.

"Stiles."

"Derek."

Erica slotted into her place beside Derek as Lizzie quickly moved towards Stiles.

"What did you see at the mechanic's garage?" Derek asked.

Ah, so this was an interrogation.

"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting." Stiles spoke evasively.

Derek and Erica chuckled humourlessly, almost like they'd come prepared for Stiles' unwilling attitude towards cooperating and his sarcastic remarks.

To spike up the intimidation, Derek started to crush the basketball in his hands, the air inside hissing painfully out.

"Holy God!" Stiles yelped.

"You just ruined a perfectly good basketball." Lizzie whined but shortly regretted not keeping her mouth shut. Erica looked at Derek who nodded in conformation before darting forward and tugging Lizzie towards her.

Beautifully dangerous claws emerged from the she-wolf's fingernails and they were held inches a way from Lizzie's neck whilst an other arm held tight a tight grip on the pixie.

"Let's try that again."

a/n

sorry for the wait, I had a rlly bad case of writers block.

thoughts? suggestions?

if you're not comfortable commenting, my messages are always open.

have any of you been watching winter love island because i've got a shit ton to say about that.