The news that my parents were leaving for a couple of weeks came as quite a shock to the twins, they couldn't believe it. I didn't mind though, it was a couple of weeks I got without the worry of them finding out about any of this, seeing what's happened to me, or potentially getting in the crossfire.
I found it was more or a win - win situation.
The twins stayed till Allison and Lydia showed up, the girls were going to spend the night instead of the twins so I would be more comfortable with the whole arrangement. I honestly didn't mind though, whether male or female, as long as you could protect me, you can stay the night.
But I still said goodbye to the first friends I had in Beacon Hills as they drove off on their noisy bikes, and watched them disappear off the street, before finally retreating into the house and locking the door behind me.
We three girls sat on the couch and watched some lame reality tv shows, not knowing what else to do, its not like I know them that well. I feel like I should, but I don't.
Finally, the question that was burning inside of me, got put out. "So how exactly did a werewolf hunter get mixed up with a bunch of werewolves?" I blurted.
Allison just laughed. "It's a bit of a funny story... I moved to Beacon Hills a few years ago, Lydia was first to befriend me, and I was quite attracted to Scott, and I think he was to me too. I was dragged to a Lacrosse practice and Scott was absolutely incredible, caught every ball. That night, I took my eyes off the road of not even a second and ran over this dog, I drove to the nearest clinic and it just so happened Scott was there." She smiled, obviously at the memory.
"Scott helped the poor dog then asked me out to Lydia's party and I said yes.Eventually Scott and I broke up, but that is indeed how I, a werewolf hunter, became invovled with a bunch of werewolves." She explained. "But I don't so much hunt werewolves anymore, more like the same stuff the guys do, now that we're on the same side."
"Oh..." I said, looking at my hands. "I see."
She after explained that although Scott was a nice guy, her mothers death had been hard on her and given her grandfather an attempt to take over her mind, so to speak, and she'd completely turned on them. Coming to her senses later on, finding out about her grandfather's plans, she went against him instead. It was quite complicated.
We continued to talk about boys, parties, clothes, you know, girl stuff. For a while, I completely forgot about the threat of Giselle. She didn't worry me while I talked with Allison and Lydia. And it felt good not to worry for once since I moved here, since I'd first been attacked. It felt better than good, it felt great, fantastic, superb. Not once did Giselle cross my mind.
Till there was a noise outside.
We all whipped our heads to the backdoor, aware someone was out there. Allison pulled knife from her bag and held it as she slowly approached the door.
Something echoed off the wall the the left of the back door, and we all turned to it. Then further up the wall, closer and closer to the front door.
It hit the front door and didn't make another sound, Allison moved to the front door instead, slowly and carefully, not wanting to make too much noise and alert whatever it was out there.
She reached the door and peeked out from the curtain. She sighed and lowered her knife, opening the door. It was just Stiles.
"Stiles? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Uh, well..." He started.
"You're hurt," Allison noted, looking at his arm.
"Yeah, they're all around out there. I could barely get past."
"Why didn't you just come knock on the front door instead of sneaking around?" I asked, pulling him into the kitchen where I made him sit at the small table there. I started looking for the first aid kit as he continued.
"Well, I thought of that, see, but I though you'd think it was weird someone knocking at your door through all of this and decided against it." He told us, as I pulled out the first aid kit and set it next to him. I looked at him arm and saw that the wound on his arm was across the width of his arm, and quite deep.
I started to clean his wound. "I would have thought it was completely normal that someone was knocking on my door, actually." I told him.
"I'll remember that next time." He said, wincing.
When I had patched him up, we all sat around the dining room table. Any more surprises?