i should have been there

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The good news is that I will more than likely be back on this blog by the end of the week. The bad news there's going to be limited interactions for Adam.

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Jesus Christ on a cracker.

What was supposed to be a flashback about Emma’s and Julian’s parabatai ceremony somehow became a Clace sexapalooza. 

I DON’T WANT TO READ ABOUT CLACE IN A BOOK THAT’S MEANT TO BE ABOUT EMMA AND JULIAN. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

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“She was,” Scott confirmed. Although, Adam didn’t seem to need that. In fact, he seemed to know a lot about them without even asking. It made things easier, not having to explain every relationship that Allison had while she was here. It did make him curious of how Adam even knew about them. It wasn’t likely that Chris told him about them. He looked like he was still searching for answers, missing pieces of Allison’s time here, maybe even from before. Those were not answers he could provide.

Adam asked a question he was expecting. His sister had mentioned to him that her family did not talk about the older of the two siblings. It would be surprising for someone to know about his existence. “She did once.” He was a little hesitant to mention the next part, not knowing how open he was to the thought of Allison dating a werewolf. But with all the information he knew, Scott wouldn’t be surprised if that fact was something he was already aware of.

“Your family didn’t approve of us dating. So we did it secretly. They didn’t know at first but they wanted to make sure so they went through her things.” It still felt ridiculous to him that they did so much just to keep them apart. Thing might have worked out differently if they could see beyond the code. “Allison- she had a picture that she wasn’t suppose to have. It was of the both of you when she was around 10. She knew she would get into trouble if they found out she had it. So she gave it to me to keep safe for a few weeks. That’s when she told me she had a brother.”

Scott remembered how quiet she became when talking about it. Like every memory they had were precious because there were so few. “I could tell that she missed you.”

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Another small laugh left him once Scott finished speaking. Adam hardly cared about the difference in species when it came to Allison had chosen to date. In fact, he was surprised that Scott wasn’t dead from it because of his family but someone, he’d managed to escape. Interesting. The Argents were not known to be a merciful family. If they had been willing to strike their own son from the family tree just because he hadn’t wanted to slaughter innocent people, how had this teenage boy manage to slip past their grasp. He could only think it was because of Allison. Perhaps because Chris had loved his children unconditionally. In fact, it made Adam feel the slightest flicker of guilt for the way he’d been treating his father the past several years. It was simply hard to look past the fact his father had allowed him banishment, had sent him away because he was different and unwilling to partake in such cruelty. Time was said to change people. It had changed him. It had changed Chris. It had changed Allison. 

“She wasn’t allowed to have contact with me and vice verse,” he explained. “It’s a long and very complicated history and one that’s not in the least bit important.” Plus, he didn’t know Scott. Adam, as a person, was a carefully guarded fortress. Trust was not easy to come by and he’d not had reason to trust anyone but himself since he was seventeen. “Do you still have it? The picture?” It might not be right for him to ask Scott for it but he was going to anyway. He had nothing of Allison but memories. Perhaps having something physical of her would ease some of the hurt coursing through his veins. “May I have it?” 

It was hard to hold back his questions. More than anything, he wanted to interrogate Scott in regard to his sister. He wanted to know everything about her: what she liked, who she was, had she become someone other than who their family had expected her to be.

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The laugh surprised Scott. But he supposed there were inner workings of the Argents that he was not privy to. Something that would amuse Adam about his sister’s behavior. Her words might have meant something to him. All Scott could do was hope that it brought him closer to Allison. It was clear to him that Adam loved his sister fiercely. He deserved to have that knowledge of how strong she was even if her strength had faltered for that brief second.

Scott shook his head at the apology. “It’s okay. You didn’t say anything that I haven’t said to myself hundreds of times. I’ve learned to accept them.” He wouldn’t blame anyone for the things they did when emotions were running high. Words that were never meant to happen stumble out at times like these. Besides, Adam barely knew him. It was only logical for him to assume the worst in the person who as suppose to protect everyone.

His eyes followed Adam’s to look at the night sky. It reminded him so much of all the times he and Allison would spend time together. Some nights they talked, other nights they would just stare up at the stars as they enjoyed being so close to each other. It was a luxury they could barely afford. Every minute they had together counted. The memories almost brought a smile to his lips. He was pulled out of them as Adam spoke. His gaze went back to the other male.

It was obvious that the Argent blamed himself. Scott didn’t need words to know it. But he also knew that it was not what Allison would have wanted. “She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. I’ve met your family. I’m not sure you could have done anything to protect her against them. Kate told her about this world without your Dad’s knowledge. Gerard used it against her.” Yes, she was a hunter and having to follow the family legacy had thrown her into this world when she had her life ahead of her. But what happened at Oak Creek was more than her family. “Coming here, it had nothing to do with the family. It was just who she is. I don’t think anyone would have been able to stop her. She came here to protect Lydia. She didn’t regret it.”

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She didn’t regret it. Somehow despite the fact that he hadn’t known his sister as the person she was when she died, Adam wasn’t surprised by that. They had been a lot alike as children. Both compassionate and caring. Adam had taken care of his baby sister until he’d been forced out of her life. In the years to follow, he had continued to hope that her spirit wouldn’t be broken by the harshness of his family. People like Gerard and Kate. Even their own mother. The latter brought mixed emotions to the hunter. Victoria had been a loving mother to her children until Adam had reached the age of training. She had changed then; become harder and emotionless. Perhaps it was because it’s what she thought she was meant to be like toward her own children. He did not know for sure. Victoria had been in complete agreement with Gerard over Adam’s banishment. Only Chris had seemed hesitant. 

It would seem that Allison hadn’t become like them and for that, Adam was grateful. 

“Lydia was her best friend.” Not a question but a statement. He had known that before coming here. In the time that Isaac Lahey had spent with Adam, they had talked little about life in Beacon Hills. Isaac was content to bottle his emotions and Adam had had no desire to push him. Everyone dealt with things different. As much as Adam had not wanted to know his sister through the eyes of another, he was beginning to think that would be the only way he would ever know her. It was just another fact that seemed to lance through his heart like a spike. Yet he thought it was too soon to ask something of such caliber from Scott. They didn’t know each other. Scott owed him nothing.

“You don’t seem surprised to know I’m her brother,” he said. “Did Allison mention me?” She wasn’t supposed to. In fact, her family had wanted her to forget that he even existed. Adam assumed she had.

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Hmm…starter call. 

Will be done later or tomorrow night. Depends.

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Will be done tonight!

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Hmm…starter call. 

Will be done later or tomorrow night. Depends.

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Will be done tonight!

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Scott had not been expecting this. Blame being placed on him for Allison’s death. If this conversation had happened a year ago, he would have been glad that someone was willing to blame him. He wasn’t being let off the hook for how he failed. However, the words now stung more than he could admit. He had accepted the fact that he made a mistake that cost someone he loved her life. Hearing it out loud again just brought that pain to the surface.

But he couldn’t deny it. “You’re right. I didn’t. Allison spent so much time telling me that she could protect herself, I believed her. I got careless.” It wasn’t just that. He should have known. Coup de foudre. That was what Meredith had said. Banshees don’t tell you locations. They predict death.

It wasn’t the only thing that he was right about. Scott couldn’t protect his pack. Everything that happened with Theo was further prove of that. He was a weak alpha. He let himself and his pack get manipulated and put them in harm’s way. Scott liked to think that they came out of it stronger but he couldn’t be sure. Being a true alpha might not be enough. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to be one. It just happened.”

Scott wished it hadn’t.

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Adam was being unfair. There were no two ways about that and finally he turned to look at the boy behind him and a laugh came from him, though it was bitter. Pride had always been one of the deadly sins that seemed to be a pinnacle in his family. They were a highly decorated family of hunters (all except himself) and pride was something that they would choke on. Clearly it had gotten Allison killed. It had killed his mother. How was it that Gerard and Kate were still alive? Oh, his bitterness just continued to grow and grow the more he thought about that. The hunter realized that what he’d just said to Scott was wrong. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong.” Because if he should be blaming anyone it should be himself, his family, the goddamn code that had been pushed on them. Scott hadn’t asked to become a werewolf anymore than Adam had asked to be born into a family of hunters that had a taste for blood. At least some of them. 

His hands slid into his pockets and Adam allowed his head to tip back so he could look up at the sky. The night was clear, the moon waxing. It would be full in a few nights. Stars shone brightly against a dark velvet background and all he could feel was cold regret. 

“I blame myself as well,” he said softly. There was no reason to speak of his grievances loudly. Scott would hear them. “I wasn’t here though I should have been. I learned a long time ago what type of people my family were and I should have saved her from them. She’d be alive if I had.”

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Being pulled out of the library seemed a little out of place and Malia gave him a strange look before shoving her books back in the backpack, then standing and following him. The coyote had no idea why something like that couldn’t have just been talked about in soft tones – it wasn’t like she’d been sitting next to anyone – but whatever. When they reached the empty classroom she dropped her bag down and took a seat like any other student would, fingers tapping lightly at the desk as he looked at her. 

“Your last name is Argent, and I know that family – you’re all hunters. You expect me to believe you’re working as a teacher in this school purely because you like to teach?” Malia raised a brow, though there was nothing MEAN about her tone – mostly just curious, actually. “Does Scott know you’re in town?”

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Well, he had to admire her spark. Not just that but she was clearly concerned about what his presence might mean for her alpha. Interesting considering what he knew of coyotes and the fact they were not pack animals by nature. Perhaps there was something far more human about the bond between them than animal. The teacher allowed his arms to fall from where they had been crossed and his fingers curled around the edge of the desk. Adam gripped it slightly and cocked his head to the side, regarding the girl before him with a ghost of a smile. “Subtlety is certainly not your forte but to answer your last question, I don’t know whether your alpha knows I’m in town nor should it. The last I checked, Scott McCall did not own or govern the city of Beacon Hills. I don’t remember needing special permission to be here.” Though he wasn’t attempting to be arrogant, he was still an Argent. 

When Adam spoke next, he chose his words carefully because he didn’t want to convey anything he felt Malia didn’t need to know. “My reasons for being in Beacon Hills are both personal and private. I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone in your pack.” Anyone period. “If it offers you any kind of ease, know that I’m not associated with my family. I came here on my own and for my own reasons. I have no agenda, Miss Tate.” At least not one that should matter to her or the rest of the McCall pack. Adam wasn’t privy to the wealth of the Argent family and he needed to survive. Teaching was what he knew. It was what he loved. Hence why he had taken the job that had been offered to him by the school. 

“Any other questions?”

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“I didn’t mean to,” he said dropping his hand to his side. “I just wanted you to know that you weren’t alone. I didn’t want to impose.” Allison and her brother had lost so much time together. Scott knew it hurt her. If this was a way for them to have some time together, it should be private.

When Adam turned away, Scott wasn’t sure what to do. He had seen the teacher at school. He was cordial with everyone that he talked to. He had that welcoming presence that Allison had as well. But this wasn’t school and he wasn’t a teacher. Here Adam was a brother grieving for his sister who had not seen in a very long time. The thoughts running in Adam’s mind became even more clearer to Scott when the scent of guilt and anger hit him. The feelings were not a good mix. He highly doubted that the hunter wanted him around while he was processing through them. So he turned to walk away, leave a brother to grieve the death of his younger sister.

As if he knew the alpha’s intention, Adam spoke up. He wanted to know if he watched Allison die. It took everything in Scott not to tell him no. He hadn’t watched her die. He heard her heart stop beating. He saw the light go out of her eyes. He felt her go limp as her life left her body. He held her close until she drew her last breath. He felt her die and it shook him to his very core. But he didn’t. He never told anyone. It was too much information for someone to handle when they were going through great loss.

“I did.”

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The older male’s head dipped slightly and he closed his eyes, drew in a breath, attempted to calm his nerves. He hadn’t turned to look at Scott again since turning his back the first time. Perhaps he should have let Scott just walk away because knowing that the werewolf was here, that he was an alleged true alpha, and yet anyone whose lives seemed to be touched by said alpha was met with suffering or death just caused his anger to spiral. Logically, Adam knew that it wasn’t fair to blame the boy behind him. After all, Scott was merely a teenager. He had not asked for this life anymore than anyone else who found themselves in an unfortunate situation. Still, knowing that Scott was the one who had been here when Allison died left him feeling raw. 

There was a myriad of emotions that swept through the hunter. Everything from his anger, to guilt and grief, to the need for revenge. If only he could find the creature that had stolen away his sister and make it pay. It was an impossible desire because the nogitsune was long gone. Even if the Yukimura’s hadn’t disposed of the demon, how could he possibly stand a chance against a thousand year old demon when his sister could not? No, he would have to settle for finding his closure and learning what he could about his sister. As much as he wanted to keep his life separate from the lives of Allison’s friends, he wondered if the best way to know her wouldn’t be to know them. After all, he and his sister had spent several years apart after he’d been banished from his family. He hadn’t known her as the strong and courageous woman she had become. 

And he might never know her. 

“You didn’t protect her,” he said. Though his voice was low, almost gentle as he spoke such words, there was a trace of accusation for them. “How does a sixteen year old boy become a true alpha that can’t protect his pack?” 

The strange thing was he didn’t regret his words. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

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There were no real boundaries when you were Malia Tate, and even though Stiles and the rest of the pack attempted to set some up so she understood what being a human was like, she could still be a little hard for people to swallow. Especially when she decided to go on a mission for information, and instead of just texting Scott or Stiles she instead stared so intensely at Mr. Argent that he was bound to figure it out and come investigate for himself. Which was sorta-kinda her objective to begin with. Though she had enough tact to keep her voice low when he came over so that the other students wouldn’t hear ( even though they were all being fairly loud ). 

“Did you decide to be a teacher all on your own, or did your family put you up to it?” Not the question she’d originally intended to ask, but it made sense. Could they have set him up there as a look-out for supernatural activity? Malia could only imagine Chris wouldn’t want to be a teacher, and Gerard – well, she’d never actually met him, but from what she heard he sounded like a real piece of work. “You’re related to Allison.”

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That was nothing if not blunt and Adam found he was looking around to make sure that no one was paying attention to them. The curiosity had faded away and a flicker of annoyance. Clearing his throat, Adam nodded to her things on the table. “Miss Tate if you’ll gather your things and follow me, I’d appreciate it.” And with that, he stood back and waited for the coyote girl to gather her school supplies and follow him from the library. He had no intention of getting her into trouble but if she was going to be blunt with him then he would prefer she do it somewhere that didn’t have students and teachers milling around. Adam had not wanted to have a high profile in the school and he was thinking that perhaps he should have changed his name. 

He led Malia to an empty classroom and closed the door behind them. Adam gestured for the school to take a seat and he moved to lean against the front of the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. It wasn’t altogether strange that she would as him such things but he hadn’t quite been expecting it to come out the way it had. Clearly, she was not someone that minced words. 

“Care to explain what that accusation was all about?”

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ARGENT. Malia had been pulling out her books when she heard someone call his name, and the werecoyote looked up and over at him curiously. Well, that made sense – why he smelled sorta familiar, and she felt like she should know him somehow. There had been plenty of stories of Allison since joining the pack, but she didn’t remember hearing about her having a brother. But really, how much had she been paying attention? Her eyes wandered over the male who was related to the hunting family, wondering why he was in Beacon Hills and what he could possibly want with the town. Did he know the reputation it held?

Eventually she figured she’d been staring long enough and turned to open her notebook, grabbed a pencil, and attempted to start her essay.

Except her eyes wandered back over to the male, as he helped some freshman. Did the others know he was around? They HAD to – his last name wasn’t exactly common. If he was a teacher, Scott had to know he was there. At least, she assumed. But if a stare could drill a hole into someone, he’d be bleeding out on the floor.

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As much as Adam tried to ignore the fact he was being stared at, it was difficult. The hairs on the back of his neck had risen and he waited for a pause in the conversation to turn slightly in the seat and look over his shoulder. Sure enough, the werecoyote’s eyes were on him and his own met hers for a moment and held. The eye contact didn’t last long before his attention was being drawn back to the group and his gaze left her. Malia hadn’t joined the pack until after Allison had died. At least that’s what he’d been told by his father the last time they had spoken, which had no only been brief but tense. Since being in Beacon Hills, he’d sought out neither his father nor his grandfather. The latter being the one responsible for Adam’s banishment. 

Once his students were set on the right course, he excused himself from the group and wandered about the tables of students before he came close to Malia. Her eyes still hadn’t seem to leave him and he stopped to look down at her with a curious expression. “Is there something you need help with, Miss Tate? You’ve been staring for awhile.” 

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There were a lot of things that Scott didn’t think he would do again in his life but this? This took the top Scott. He looked up at the name written in big bold lettering, similar to the one of Eichen House on the other side of the grounds. Oak Creek. A year ago, this was the last place that he wanted to visit again. It was a place filled with bad memories for him and for so many other people. Yet, he found himself standing outside the premises almost exactly where he had been standing a year ago, only this time he was alone. It was understandable. No one in his pack would ever want to step foot here again and he would never ask them to. They weren’t the ones drawn here, he was. He wanted to do this alone.

Scott made his way to the chain linked fence, using his claws to create a hole big enough for him to pass through. They had locked up the main gate once again. Using the fence would draw a lot less attention to him trespassing than breaking the chain they had wrapped around the gate. Once inside, he didn’t have to walk far. Allison, Kira and Isaac were barely inside when they were stopped by the Oni. There was still a splatter of blood in the wall. Allison’s blood. Guess it didn’t really matter to them. No one came this side. The whole area gave out a bad vibe that made everyone stay away. He shook the thought away, instead made his way to where he had been a year ago. He crouched. This was it. He looked over to the smaller gate that he had come through. Maybe if he had been a little faster. The memory was still fresh in his mind. I wasn’t sure if it would ever fade away. The night he failed to save Allison.

“But you always manage to save me.”

His fingers reach out, wanting to touch- he wasn’t sure what exactly. It just felt like something he had to do. But before he could, he heard something. Footsteps. Someone was approaching. The werewolf wasn’t sure who it was. Might have be security. Maybe the had someone come by just to make sure no one was hanging out here like the night the someone got murdered. He quickly hid knowing that there won’t be enough time for him to leave the area without being seen. He kept an eye out, hoping the guard wouldn’t notice the break in the fence or stick around too long. It was barely seconds later that someone came into view. It wasn’t a guard. No. Scott recognized him immediately. Adam Argent.

It took him a few moments to realize what he must have been doing here. Adam had just gotten into town not long ago, finding himself a job as the French teacher at Beacon Hills High. It did not surprise him to see that the, now youngest of the Argents, to come here. It was where Allison drew her last breath. The last place she was alive. It didn’t feel right to him that Adam did this with an audience, so he stepped forward wanting to reveal himself.It was enough to cause alert Adam. Before Scott knew it, he was being slammed against the wall and there was a knife against is throat. He shouldn’t have been surprised by the reaction but it had been a while since an Argent thought of him as a threat. Scott hadn’t manage to even form words before he saw a hint of recognition in the man’s eyes and he was let go. He was grateful for that.

“No. I wasn’t,” he answered as he rubbed his neck. No blood. Not that it would have mattered with his healing. “I was already here. When I saw you, I thought it would be better to leave.”

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The dagger in his hand disappeared as he slid it back into the sheath inside his boot. It wasn’t that Adam was trying to appear threatening but he was on edge. This place was crawling with not only supernatural creatures but an energy that left his nerves frayed. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to come to Beacon Hills at all. The hunter worried that he might never get out of the place if he stayed too long but at the same time, he couldn’t leave. Not until he found what he’d been looking for. Of course, he also had an idea that it was going to be hard to keep his life separate from the people that had once been part of Allison’s life. He didn’t want to intertwine his life with theres and yet just the sound of his name seemed to cause a ripple effect through them. It was mildly fascinating and yet he wished it didn’t. It just further drove home the point that Allison was gone. 

“I’m sorry,” he said roughly. Out here, without the backdrop of the high school, Adam wasn’t a teacher. He was a brother in grieving over his sister while simultaneously being consumed by guilt which seemed to touch every nerve he had like they were exposed. There was a constant ache in his chest. “Pro tip, don’t sneak up on people.” 

A hand moved to the back of his neck and rubbed down it as though he were trying to relieve some of the tension he felt. Adam turned away from the alpha werewolf and his eyes swept over the area around them. This was it. This was the place that Allison had last scene before she died. Nausea rose inside his stomach along with something stronger. Anger. He was angry that she’d lost her life. He was angry that his father hadn’t protected her. Angry at himself for not being here to do the same. Angry with the boy behind him that was meant to be a true alpha and hadn’t been able to save her either. Did he understand the full extent of the story? No, he didn’t. Adam wasn’t sure he necessarily cared either. 

All he seemed to know was that anger and guilt that seemed to slowly be consuming him. 

“You saw, didn’t you? You watched her die.”

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                               It was too late to save her.

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It was far too easy to gain access to the grounds of Eichen House. Then again, maybe no one in their right mind would attempt to without it being by force. The place smacked of a horror movie backdrop but Adam knew that real horrors took place within those walls. And apparently outside of them. Eichen House had once been known by a very different name and existed for a very different reason. It was once Oak Creek, an internment camp for Japanese Americans during World War II. If Adam believed in curses, he would have absolutely believed these grounds were cursed. They had seen nothing but pain, suffering, and death. 

Adam swung himself up and over the high bars, landing on the other side with barely a sound. Despite having denounced his heritage as a hunter it didn’t mean he hadn’t trained throughout those years. He was all too aware that the name he bore was well known throughout the supernatural community and he was sure that some creature would love to claim they’d taken out an Argent, denounced or not. So he had continued his training though he didn’t actively hunt. It gave him an advantage in a lot of ways, apparently trespassing was one of them. 

The grounds were dimly lit which only added to the horror-esque vibe the place gave him. Adam had to fight against a shudder that moved down his spine as he came to the place he knew Allison had died. He walked around the space slowly, senses alert and on guard in case someone found him here. It was as though his body knew exactly where to take him. Adam had once been told that blood called to blood. Maybe there was some merit in that. What he hadn’t expected was to find blood splatter still on the brick of the building. Whoever had cleaned the area had missed this and the teacher stepped next to the overgrown brush and reached a hand toward the wall. Fingertips brushed lightly against the bloodstain and he closed his eyes. In his mind’s eye, and from the detail he already had about the fight that had occurred, he could almost see it detail for detail. 

At least until the imagery was shattered, but the sound of footsteps behind him. Adam turned quickly, crouching as he did so to free a small silver dagger from the sheath inside his boot. A hand moved around the base of a neck and he shoved the body against the wall and held the blade to a throat. 

Brown eyes settled on a face he only knew by reputation. They narrowed slightly but he eased the blade away from Scott McCall’s neck. 

“Are you following me?”

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Study hall. Ugh. The last thing Malia wanted to be doing, and the last place she wanted to spend her time – but if there was any hope for graduating later in the year, she’d have to cram for all her tests and do all the homework. So she’d be in the room for the next hour or so, then find herself in the library afterward to work until they librarian kicked them all out, where she’d drive home to study a little bit more then sleep. Malia probably studied harder than anyone else in the school, really. 

She let out a sigh but gave a tiny smile and nod to the male holding the door open for her. He smelled – vaguely familiar, but Malia didn’t know why. “Thanks,” she replied and walked into the room, finding herself a table and dropping her bag down.

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Adam passed the coyote girl, already knowing her name, Malia. She was yet another member of Scott’s pack and just one more person that he was going to have to be very careful around. The last thing Adam wanted was to become intertwined with the lives of the McCall pack. So he moved towards the other teachers as the students in the library found tables and the place was filled with the rustling of bags and scraping of chairs. He had a group of freshman students coming in to work on a project for his class and he was there to offer his assistance. 

Despite the library meaning to be a place of quiet, it seemed louder than normal. Perhaps because he was so acutely aware of everything since coming to this town. There was something about Beacon Hills--something visceral--that felt like wandering into the belly of the beast. 

Adam was brought out of his reverie at the sound of his name, a casual “Yo, Mr. Argent” by one of his students to get his attention. He gave the teenage boy a small shake of the head before joining the freshman students at their table.

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Hmm…starter call. 

Will be done later or tomorrow night. Depends.

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Thank you, Tumblr, for fucking up my posts.