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“Oh my god— I am so sorry." She stated almost instantly, grabbing as many napkins as she could to help dry the girl’s shirt who she’d just run in to.
"Fuck!" That shirt was new, and if anybody was going to spill a drink on it, it should have been Kate. "Watch where you're going!" She gripped the girl's hand a little harder than she meant to. Hunter's grip and all. "You've done enough damage for one day."
Studious Affair || sataninavneck
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"You can't give me detention just because I'm a hunter! This is so fucked up!" The huntress narrowed her eyes at Mr. Hale. She let out a huff. "I can't believe this stupid school even lets your werewolf ass teach. They should know better." She rolled her eyes. Kate just liked hearing the sound of her own voice, but most importantly she knew that it pissed Peter off. "It really is a shame that you're such a monster. Such a waste for a sexy body that like. It's a shame that I'm going to end up cutting you in half." She tilts her head to the side as she let's her eyes tail down his body. He might be a werewolf, but he was damn good looking, and yes she was definitely thinking about how he would look naked. She didn't care if she came from a family of werewolf hunters, or if he was her teacher. She was an 18 year old senior in high school. She had killed before. She was definitely old enough to make her own decisions.
"Yes. Yes you are."
Derek held up the sweater, though he knew he was a little shorter than Kate, he knew it would fit her. Knew that it would look good.
"It’s this— It’s just, you’re my girlfriend now. Girlfriends wear their boyfriend’s sweaters…" he shoved the clothing towards her, smiling slightly as he blushed.
"Please?" his voice was low, eyes glancing up at her and then back down to the floor. They had slept together, proclaimed their love for each other. This was the next step.
Kate pouts her lips in his direction. "Derek!" She crosses her arms against her chest until he shoved the stupid sweater at her. She wasn't that kind of girl. She wasn't the kind of girl to wear her boyfriend's sweater. This wasn't even real anyway. She was just using him to get close to his family. There was no way that she was going to wear his stupid sweater.
"I'm not that kind of girl. I'm not a teenager, Derek. You know what would happen if anybody saw me wearing your shirt."
No. She wasn't doing this. She didn't want to do. She didn't have to this. It was stupid to do this. She watched him curiously, still not budging. Then she heard that one little whispered word and damn it. One word that made her melt. It only took one little sad word coming out of his adorable mouth for her to cave.
"Ugh, fine."
She pulled the sweater over her head, and was suddenly engulfed by his scent. She should be disgusted by the smell of wolf, but that was the exact opposite of how she was feeling. His scent was absolutely intoxicating.
"Happy now?"
Perfect Opportunity || iamyouralphanow
College is Kate's escape. It took a hell of a lot of convincing for Gerard to allow her to go off to college, and even then he made her stay close to Beacon Hills, where she had grown up. He knew there was a big pack around Beacon Hills, and he wanted someone to keep an eye on the pack. Kate wasn't so concerned about the pack. Kate just wanted to party as much as she could. She knew that she'd have the rest of her life to hunt werewolves, after all that's exactly what she had been trained to do. As far as Kate was concerned, college was the last adventure she was ever going to have before hunting controlled her life.
So Kate partied. Kate partied a lo, but despite that she got pretty good grades in school. She kept up her training. Gerard wanted to make sure that she stayed sharp. So she trained, studied, and partied. Partying was Kate's favorite. It was her escape.
Somehow Kate ended up at a party right outside Beacon Hills, not far from her apartment. A few of her friends from college were celebrating the end of the semester, and of course Kate was going to be there. Werewolves were the further thing from her mind as she made her way through the crowd with a red cup of beer in her hand, but that didn't mean that she was vigilant.
Kate was on the prowl, but not for wolves. She was in a room full of sexy college guys, and she wanted one of them. As she made her way through the dancing crowd she accidentally bumped into somebody. He was a little awkward and looked completely out of place at this party, but something about him caught her eye. "Hey Cutie, you look lost."
I want a storyline where young Peter seduces Young Kate and tricks her into liking him only to get to her family, which leads her to get revenge a few later and do the same to Derek.
Unlikely Friendship || hyperactivexhero
Kate was fifteen. Old enough to understand that her mom was dying, and there was nothing she could do about it. Kate spend everyday doing the same thing. She'd go straight from school to the hospital. She'd stay there until either the hospital forced her to leave, or Gerard unwilling dragged her out of the hospital. He never went to the hospital with Kate. Sometimes her older brother would go, but never Gerard. He never liked his way, and he resented how much Kate loved her. He hated that Kate would waste her time with her dying mother instead of training. Kate was destined to become a werewolf hunter. The second her mother was gone, Gerard would force her into that life. It was only a matter of time.
She let out a sigh as she walked into the waiting room with a box of pizza. Her mother was having a procedure and she might not even get to see her this afternoon, but Kate still refused to leave. Instead she picked up a pizza for her and Stiles, the only person that understood what she was going through. She propped her feet up on one of the chairs and took a bite of pizza, waiting for Stiles to show up.
Things are Complicated || mistersourwolftoyou
It's past 5 on a Friday afternoon. Everybody that's normally at Beacon Hills High School has gone home, everybody except Kate. Kate needs to think. She needs a place where no one will find her, and since she's the swim coach she has key to the aquatics center. She doesn't even think as she pulls her t-shirt and track pants off, revealing her sleek maroon one-piece. She has so much on her mind. She knows why she came here. She's known since she was a little girl that this was going to be her life. She excepted that, and even enjoyed it, but she never counted on him. She never counted on meeting Derek, and she sure as hell never expected to feel something for, a monster.
Yes, he was a blue-eyed, fang sprouting, monster. Kate repeated that phrase over and over again in her head, desperately trying to crush any sort of attachment she felt for the teenager. She dived into the pool, still thinking about Derek. He was so young and impressionable, but then again Kate was still young herself. She was 20, and barely even an adult even though she'd killed before. Yes, she'd killed before. She'd killed many wolves, but none of them she had gotten to know like she'd gotten to know Derek. Kate was conflicted, and needed more than anything just to forget. Right now swimming was her outlet.
Coming Home || grandpappyargent
Kate picked up her phone. It was late, and Kate was already on her way out of Beacon Hills. She dialed Gerard's number. It was no surprise when she got his voicemail. "I'm coming home." Kate's message was simple. She could have said that she was running, or that she had just set fire to the Hale House. She choose not to say either. Gerard would hear about the fire. He would know that Kate had locked the entire Hale family in the basement while she set fire to the house. He would hear about how the family was burned alive, how they all begged for mercy as the fire consumed them. There was no need to tell him anything. Gerard always had this way of finding out.
Kate knew that she wouldn't be able to go back to Beacon Hills anytime soon. She couldn't let them figure out what she did.
By the time she got to the house in Washington, it was the early hours of the morning. The sun was just starting to rise, and Kate wasn't tired. She was too full of pride and adrenaline to even think about sleep.
Kate let herself into the house with a smirk on her face as she fixed her a glass of orange juice.
