Of Monsters and Men

We're predators. We don't have to be killers.

[ofancientbloods]

xscrilege·:

      Lydia bit her lesser lip once more when scott was suddenly in front of her. Forgetting the food and drink when he held gently took her hands before looking at him when he places his hand on her cheek. Leaning against his touch, she slowly nodded. “–It’s more than okay.” Lydia breathed out. She wasn’t used to the gentleness. There were times but She honestly hasn’t been in a solid relationship since Aiden.  More than 5 years ago. Though she has had her adventures within those 5 years with others. 

      Recently not so much because all she could think about was him. Slightly leaning in Lydia pulled him closer. “—Anything you do to me is okay.” She spoke softly.  

He had to know that this was okay. That she wasn’t just saying it because he had and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. If it was real he’d feel it and right now he felt more than he had in years just touching her. His rough thumb sketched the sharp line of her cheek bone. He wanted to take this all in. Every minute, every second.

A light laugh left his lips as he moved them closer to hers, eyes still check in with her to make sure it was okay before he finally kissed her. Her lips were as soft as petals from a flower, it took all his power not to just pick her up and sit her down on the table behind them.

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fallenvvarrior·:

        WORDS COULD NOT DESCRIBE HOW SHE FELT, the whirling mixture of joy, sadness, pain and hope that seemed to rush through victoria upon seeing chris’ face. it was really him– he was here and he was okay. she wanted so desperately to just run to him, hold him close as if a day hadn’t passed between their untimely departure, but she restrained herself. after all, the husband whose arm’s she had died in, was a warrior – a hunter through and through, and to any hunter, she was just another monster. still, how could she walk away? how could she not at least let him know that she was back, that she was a l i v e now and he needn’t ever mourn for her again? her hands trembled slightly as she crossed the street, slowly closing the gap between herself and the man whose last name she still proudly carried. “…chris?” her voice was timid, almost unsure, though her eyes conveyed the truth of what she was feeling. she missed him, and her tears were a clear indication of that fact.   //   @ofancientbloods·

The last few days had been a roller-coaster ride of emotions. He had come to New Orleans because he knew the pack had moved down here and he wanted to make sure that they didn’t miss out on any leads. Where the pack went he was close-by. Chris had been planning to move back out within a couple of weeks but than the unthinkable happened, Allison. Allison was alive and the plans he had just went right out the window. His little girl was here, and he made a promise to himself that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way. With his face all blacken and blue, he just headed out to pick up a few things from the store when he heard her voice. At first he thought he was going crazy but then he saw her. “Victoria?” His mouth hung low as his eyes began to sting with tears and without warning he ran to her, capturing her in his open arms. 

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fallenvvarrior·:

        OH, HOW SHE WANTED TO HATE HIM, she truly did, but she couldn’t. victoria knew she deserved what had happened– what derek did, and she understood why he did it. scott was worth protecting and he did just that– protected him, even if it meant putting a target on his own back, which she was positive it had. when she first became what she was now, she hated it– she was disgusted, but now she could see that she was just scared. scared to try and make it work, scared to see if chris could still love her or if their family would accept her. instead she left behind her daughter and her husband, both of whom had to learn how to live without her. still, she did not blame him. “hi,” she started, her tone neither firm nor soft– it lingered somewhere between. “i knew you’d be here, i kind of just… sensed you.” perhaps it was because he had turned her or because she could easily pick up his scent, either way, it felt good to be around him (oddly enough), but she blamed that on the ‘wolf bond’. “look, i know i’m probably the last person you wish to see, but… i do need your help.”   //   @ofancientbloods·

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice but Derek was starting to think that was bullshit. It wasn’t up to man to say the way that nature choose to move all he could do was try to understand it and most of the time we missed the small details. What was he missing here? What was underline? 

Arms crossed over his chest, Derek stood blank faced as he looked down at Victoria. She should have been dead, and so should her daughter but here they were. Back with all the chaos that followed. “You need my help?” Derek’s brows raised. “Whatever is going on here is going to require a lot more help than just mine.”

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fallenvvarrior·:

        GUILT WAS NEVER SOMETHING VICTORIA FELT, at least, not as a human. now that the shoe was on the other foot, however, it was the only thing she could feel. the countless wolves she had hurt– both young and old, the packs– no, families she had torn apart and for what? some flawed code that made them more monstrous than the things they hunted? scott mccall was a good kid, he was good to her daughter, and victoria tried to end his life. no amount of apologies could ever fix what she had done, but she hoped to try. as she watched him working on someone’s car (she didn’t have one of her own yet), she froze, unsure of how to approach him exactly. victoria was surprised he hadn’t caught her scent– then again, she no longer had the same one, she was no longer human, which was kind of a saving grace at the moment, as she worked up the courage to speak to him.

        FULLY ENTERING THE AUTOBODY SHOP NOW, victoria cleared her throat before she spoke, almost feeling like she had to force her voice out. “scott?” she rasped, brows furrowing together, worry consuming her features before she quickly continued. “i’m not here to cause any trouble, i promise. i was wondering if maybe… we could talk? any place of your choosing, of course.” she didn’t want him to feel trapped, or like she was trying to lure him into something, so victoria knew she had to completely leave the ball in his court, because that was the only way he would probably trust having a private conversation with the woman that tried to kill him once upon a time ago.  // @ofancientbloods·

Yesterday was one of the best days of Scott’s life. There was no fighting, nobody needed his help and finally after all these years he got to tell Lydia how he felt and to his surprise she felt the same. He was practically overflowing with happiness. There was a constant smile on his face even when a customer yelled at him, it didn’t matter. Things were good right now, really good, so he should have known better. Eventually everything came back to the middle.

The back of Scott’s hand mindlessly wiped the sweat from his brow. He was still working on that crappy little Chevy when he caught the scent of a wolf. Not surprising, there was a high supernatural count in New Orleans than anywhere else it seemed. Ignoring it he went on working until- “What the f-” There was no way that was her. She had been dead for years. “Mrs. Argent?” The last time he had seen her she was trying to kill him and she was succeeding, that was until Derek saved his life.

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xscrilege·:

     Lydia stopped eating and swallowed after a moment of silence and scott spoke up.  I’m talking to that person, right now . Repeating in her head. Processing it for a moment. Recalling how he said it was one sided. Of course, who would have thought it. Lydia didn’t dare simply because of Allison. But allison was dead. They both suffered through it and she got closer to scott when it all happened. These feelings didn’t just came to her at the spur of the moment. Of course, she realized about her own feelings after high school. During her constant visits. 

      “—What if it isn’t one sided.” She looked up at him after downing half the the wine glass. Bitting her lesser lip as if telling herself she shouldn’t have said that. “–I mean… Fuck. Um. Yeah, I mean that. What if it isn’t one sided, scott…And. . the person that im talking to right now is also someone I–” She trailed off.  

Out of all the possible outcomes he hadn’t expected this one. Sure there’s always that chance but Scott didn’t exactly have the best of luck. Whether be relationships or life in general, nothing really ever seemed to go the way he had hoped and yet here he was being utterly surprised. 

How could he think of eating now. His brain went quiet and his heart raced against his ribs until they felt as if they could crack. Scott’s feet still remembered how to move and within an instant he was in front of Lydia. Hands gently holding hers before caressing her cheeks. “Is this okay?”

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xscrilege·:

     Lydia gave scott a look. She might not been able to read his mind but she suspected he was holding back something. Or at least that wasn’t what he was going to say. She didn’t want to push either but there was also a part that wondered. Wanted to know. Or perhaps she was reading to much into it. She was intelligent but even so, she has been wrong before. 

     “—Alright.” She nodded as she took her drink and downed it. Moving over to get the bottle and pouring herself some more. “ You know you can be honest with me, right?” She started. “ I mean, just putting that out there… Just like I can be honest with you.” Though she wasn’t really being honest when it came to how she felt. Or at least she wasn’t saying. “Anyways… Just talk to the person. You deserve to be happy. It’s been a while since you’ve been with someone.” She sat down, taking the first bite of her lo mein with broccoli meat stir fry. 

His heart was saying go for it but his brain was screaming with anxiety. What if you lose her or what if she just packs up and leaves. Lots of what ifs, but you never know until you try. That’s what his Mom used to tell him. You’ve got to try, even when it scares you. 

Another deep breath and he grabs the wine bottle and takes it to the kitchen table. Already filling up his glass a little higher than necessary. You are the alpha, the hot girl, the man! You’ve got this! Scott did his best to mentally psyche himself up. If he can take on a pack of alpha’s and all the other crazy shit they went through than he can express his feelings. “I’m talking to that person, right now.” He sat his glass back down on the table, his eyes instantly going to Lydia’s before panic took hold and he reached for the egg rolls. “Well this all smells great.” 

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xscrilege·:

     Lydia slowly nodded jackson was stubborn. She knew him better than he knew himself. But in general she understood. Scott was right. Sometimes accepting it is the hard part. Denial becomes your own enemy. Denial doesn’t change the facts. “ To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.“ Lydia quoted. “ Oscar Wilde. “ She told him. “ You’re right.” Lydia bit her lesser lip in thought as she looked at scott. She could tell he was thinking about something just didn’t know what. 

     When he started to speak again, the bell rang. “–Hold that thought. I’ll get it.” The red-headed banshee set the glass down and made her way to the door. All she needed to do was sign the paper and give them a tip. Coming back after closing the door, Lydia set the bag down on the table and took out the containers. “Got you extra eggrolls.” She mused about and looked at him. “—What were you going to say?” She wondered as she served. 

She still often surprised him with how versatile she was. From science that he couldn’t even touch upon to poetry that was far from his understanding. There were layer’s to Lydia, so many layers that he wondered if he would ever get a full picture of the woman she was. 

A deep breath escaped him that he hadn’t realized he was holding as she made her way to retrieve their order. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. It seemed like his chance had been ruined and perhaps fate had other ideas for their story. “Oh, uh,” He looked at the table, watching all the containers be set in place as he finished off what was left in his glass. “just that I hope you didn’t forget the eggrolls..”

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idyllicka·:

          curiosity rose as she heard his words, “how could you help?” she questioned him, she knew that he was well adapt in combat but what else did he had to offer. the only training she’d ever had was with her father, or self taught on many occasions. 

Derek was more than just combat. He trained his own beta’s and even some of his sisters when she was still alive to be jacks of all trades. “I can teach you how to fight. To use that rage deep down in your guts to protect those you care about. I can also teach you how to disappear without a trace. Something you are going to need to know if you don’t want the other’s to see you just yet.”

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xscrilege·:

     “ To be honest I thought he would have never figured it out.” Lydia lightly laughed as she took a sip of her wine. She loved Jackson. That will never change. They were each other’s first everything. But the love she had for him now was that of a best friend. Unconditional and Jackson was now someone she looked as family. They talked to each other and well… He knew about her feelings for scott. To which he questioned. “ Cocky much?” She played. 

      “–Right. I just mean, you wont be the first guy I’ve seen.” She replied as she took another sip of her wine. Though a bit more than the last sip she took. If the wine is all gone, her next drink will be the beer. “How can you be sure? How complicated can it be?” Lydia questioned. Although not liking the idea, she still cared about what made him happy. “Have you asked them out or talked about it?” She raised an eyebrow. 

       “Scott.” His name left her lips sternly yet there was a gentle under tone. “–You’d be surprised what humans can handle. Especially if it’s for someone they love.  I think you’re worth handling those baggage.” Sure, anyone not supernatural might be freaked out fora while. Exposing them will be an all out war within species. People tended to act differently but there were the few that didn’t. Beacon high was an example of that. “–Protective much?” but she smiled at that. Scott has always been protective and she didn’t mind at all. 

“Some times it isn’t so much figuring it out but just accepting it.” Scott’s eyes went from his wine glass back to Lydia’s curved lips and sharp cheek bones. “Deep down you know and that’s when the struggle starts.” His eyelids flickered and he cast his gaze back down to the glass he had been sitting on. Taking a larger drink than the one before. It was starting to feel like maybe this could be the right moment to tell her. That way she could decided whether or not staying here was a good idea. 

It was as complicated as complicated could get. She was in his pack, she was his best friends biggest crush, his exes best friend before she passed, it was fucking complicated. He didn’t want to ruin this, their friendship was worth way more than that. Honestly, after losing Allison he held on to Lydia even tighter. Promising to never let anything happen to her so long as he was there. “Lydia, I-” Just as he was going to nut up, be an alpha, the door rang. The fucking Chinese was finally here. 

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xscrilege·:

       “I don’t think reptiles like wolves very much.” Lydia lightly teased. Mostly because anything that has to do with the reptiles species reminded her of jackson. “I do recall one not liking you in the past.” She chuckled as she shook her head. Still keeping in touch with Jackson and was waiting to know when Ethan or Him will pop the question to one another. 

        “ It’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless. Or any guy for that matter… Or slept besides someone who was shirtless.” Then again, they were shirtless besides her bed for a reason, she was also bare. Laughing when he bumped his hip in to hers, Lydia bumped back. “Kinky.” She teased. “ Although, warn a girl if you do get a girlfriend pretty soon. Would be awkward and funny to come home to your boo tied up in bed. “ She mused about though part of her not liking the idea. Or scenario. Once he gets a girlfriend maybe she should get a boyfriend. Or at least a distraction. “ Speaking of, anyone caught your eye? Or do you like someone?” She wondered. 

        “and I mean it, you look good and on top of that you’re nice. Good. Don’t sell yourself short here.” Lydia told him. “ You’re a true alpha, scott. Be the alpha… and I guess? I wasn’t really dating anyone or anything.” 

She was definitely referring to Jackson. It had been a minute since he had talked with him last. After everything that happened he went his own way with Aiden, but still took the time out to help Scott here and there with finding other supernatural creatures who were orphaned. “I’m pretty sure that was just because of some repressed feelings.” Scott shrugged, “That and I was a better lacrosse player.” Not to stroke his own ego or anything like that.

“That’s different though.” It’s one thing to sleep bare with a lover, it’s another to do it with a friend and that just wasn’t something people did with their friends. At least not something he had ever done before. Scott took another sip from his wine and leaned against the counter. Eyes glued on Lydia’s every move. “Uh,” He coughed. “it’s complicated. I’m pretty sure it’s just one sided so..” He nodded his head along as if the thought didn’t hurt.

“I also come with a whole lot of bag that anyone outside of what we are wouldn’t be able to handle.” It was true. He doubted any human could handle what they go through and after awhile he just stopped looking at anyone that wasn’t supernatural. “Oh, cool. Guess I won’t have to kick any surprise visitor’s ass than.”

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xscrilege·:

   “I’ll hold a pillow over your face.” Lydia joked though knew if people were tired enough they tended to drool due to their body resting. Drooling in your sleep is certainly a little embarrassing, but it’s actually a good thing. “But you would probably be too tired to even wake up or deep in the REM phase. Would hate to accidentally kill you.” She chuckled, eyes never leaving him. 

    “Just put on a shirt .” Please because she doesn’t think she would even go to sleep with out thoughts creeping up in her mind. “ And I said it rarely happens. But just in case in does. I’ll be sort of fine and no one will see you in your boxers unless you go up to your neighbors in the middle of the night. “ Lydia pointed out. “It’s not like you can tie me up to the bed.” 

      Lydia moved to get a glass as he got the bottle of wine. “ Well, so far you’re aging like fine wine.” She smiled at him. And scott was more than fine. God, she really needed that drink. Taking the bottle and pouring herself a glass, lydia took the first drink. 

Death by pillow, that would be a new one for Scott. How many times had he died before? Three or more? There are far worse ways to die than comfortably in your sleep. “On the plus side you can easily feed me to the gators.” He did his best not to dwell on things like that but some nights were easier to get through than others. 

“Hey, some times is still hot late into the night and the air conditioner, but I’ll do my best to make sure I’m fully dressed when we sleep.” His comfort was meaningless if she was uncomfortable. This was her home now too, after all. Still a bit weird to think about, not in a bad way. “Uh, I totally could, but that’s the sort of thing I’d save for a girlfriend.” Scott chuckled, playfully bumping his hip in to hers.

Scott followed close behind, grabbing a cheap wine glass of his own and filling it practically to the brim. His eyes squinted and his head jerked back to release another laugh. “More like a cheese. You,” He took a sip from his glass. “on the other hand must have broken some hearts moving down here.”

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idyllicka·:

          seeing her father in the flesh, her heart was beating at an unsteady pace. she had wished for this day for a whole year, but to see him so bloody, that wasn’t what she wanted for him. “it’s me, dad” the words stuttered out, as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. her hand reached up, gently touching his face where the grazes were placed, a shake of her head, “this isn’t what i wanted for you” she admitted, she wanted him to move on and be content with his life, not to struggle.

Was it really her? Could this actually be his daughter? The daughter that he had to bury along side his wife? The softest touch made him realize that it was all real. She was here, breathing and even crying. “Oh,” Chris wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing her head against his chest, eyes filling with small droplets of tears. “baby girl, I’ve missed you.” 

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idyllicka·:

          her eyes closed as his hand placed onto hers, the comfort of a human touch was something she had missed “i was alone, derek. an empty void was on an endless loop, torturing me” her words stung her, the sharp pain twisting into her heart. “i can’t die again, i need to be stronger” gesturing to her surroundings, the target boards swinging in the trees, scattered around. “this is my life right now, a way to forget, a way to become stronger”

He understood her need to be stronger, to feel in control. When he was losing his own power he felt as she did now but she was lucky because she had people around her that were willing to help raise her back up. “It’s going to take a lot more than just targets.” Derek removed his hand. “I could help you.”

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oricinals·:

 okay —  not exactly the greeting that had been expected , but all she could do was nod to herself as brows furrowed . would she demand an audience right now ? no , this was scott , and that wasn’t how anyone she knew would treat him . though she wasn’t the type to exactly stand around , arms crossed , and huffing until getting a response .  “  am I only allowed to choose one option ? ”  partially joking ,  “  take your time , i’ll just entertain myself with whatever this stuff is . ”  motioning to a table covered in engine parts and manuals .

Putting his pack on the back burner never happened, it didn’t matter the time or day, the pack always come first but when one of them came to him while he was at work with something not entirely life threatening then yeah, he would take his time getting to it. “Actually,” Scott leaned over the side of the truck to get a better look at Malia. “Grab that wrench and come help me out.” He pointed towards the table with a oil covered finger. 

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xscrilege·:

      Sharing a bed meant nothing. It’s not like they havent slept in the same room before. Given, others were there with them but still. She told herself it was nothing. Pillows will be placed in the middle and it would be like having a bed of her own and he technically wouldn’t give up his bed. She made it a mental note to find a home to rent quickly. Setting a goal for herself. no less than a month. She’d hope to at least complete it. Lydia laughed at that. “ I do not droll or sleep with my mouth wide open. “ she shook her head at him. “ Just don’t droll on me either.” She teased him. 

     “&&. Don’t be alarmed if Im not in bed in the middle of the night, though.” rarely happens but when it does she having a vision she wished would just stay in the dream rather than physically move her. “Rarely happens but just saying.” 

       “Wine please and nope.” She popped the P. “ The older the wine the better it gets. Which is strange but I appreciate it. “ She smiled at him. 

“Can’t promise I won’t.” Scott had a tendency of letting a little drool run from the corner of his mouth when he was completely worn out. There were some nights when he would come home from working at the shop all day, kick his shoes off, pull off his pants, and just collapse on his bed and sleep for a good twelve hours. Next morning he would wake up with his face in a puddle and feeling like a raisin. 

How was he not suppose to be alarmed by that? If he rolled over to find his bed empty in the middle of the night when she was there only a few hours ago then yeah, he was going to be a bit alarmed. “If that happens I am going to be alarmed, and so are the neighbors if they catch me searching for you outside in my boxers.” Seeing how there was a bit of land between him and his neighbors he highly doubted that they would see that but still. 

Scott retrieved the bottle and a corkscrew from cabinet drawer. “I hope to one day be like a bottle of wine.” He chuckled, popped the top and set the bottle down on the kitchen counter. 

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xscrilege·:

     Lydia was starting to begin to question her self restraint but at this point she kept telling herself she had some and she was better. Though given how she was in high school she would have jumped on him. Well… She did. Sort of. Kissed him. But purposely doing it and had motive behind it that were not so good. She even had to admin he was a good kisser from what she remembered. Thoughts were all racing before she sighed as she listened to the water running. Ordering the food and extra eggrolls along with crab ragoons which were her favorites. and now that was over with the red-head knew scott wasn’t going to budge so she went to the room to put her stuff there. but only on half of it. 

     “ Don’t give me that look. Your bed is big enough for 3 people. We can share. Simple as that. One side is yours and another side is mine.” Lydia declared as she followed to the kitchen. “ They said 20 minutes for the food.”

He was going to share a bed with Lydia Martin. If Stiles could see him right now he’d probably punch him directly in the face. Hell Scott was thinking about hitting himself just to make sure this wasn’t some crazy fever dream. It had been a hot day so maybe he was just passed out on the floor of the shop having a fit. “As long as you don’t drool on me.” What? His eyes pinched closed. That was so dumb. Reality was that she could drool all over him, in fact that’s kind of what he wanted. 

Once in the kitchen he opened up the fridge and had a quick look at what he had to drink. Sweet tea that was very sweet, his neighbor had made him jug after Scott insulted her by trying to make some of his own, case of PBR, and wine from Lydia’s last visit. “What are you thinking?” He peered up. “Tea, beer or that wine that I’m pretty sure is still good? Wine doesn’t go bad, does it?”

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xscrilege·:

     Lydia started to order when she scott came back in the living room protesting her declaration on the couch. Eyes landing on him and going down. His belt hanging off in front and button almost undone. Automatically without thinking, the red-head bit her lesser lip before shaking her head. “–I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed, scott. Besides, I’m fine anywhere. “ She walked over towards him and turned him around physically. “ Go, shower. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” Hands touched his back though better than staring at him where he can clearly see. Giving him a little push. Well, as much as she could given he was far stronger than her and taller. She tried to slow down her heart beat which sped up a little. 

For a split second he thought he saw her bite her lip but that couldn’t be right. Clearly he was just seeing what he wished he was seeing which was her actually interested in a guy like him. A guy with nothing to offer aside from some lonely nights and a shit house that could be washed away with the next flood. “Then you will be fine sleeping in my bed.” Scott laughed as he was forced to turn around. The soft touch of her hand against his back instantly caused the hairs on his body to raise. “Don’t forget the egg rolls!” It was a playful bark and a mindless playful pinch to her side before he was heading back to the bathroom. A thudding in his ears that made him wonder if he was losing it or maybe he was making her uncomfortable. 

A couple of minutes later, he was out of the shower and in their shared bedroom? Pulling on some fresh clothes, he even brushed his shaggy hair back from his eyes. “That’s better.” He laughed back in the living room already heading towards the kitchen to get the table seat.