Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

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"Werewolf?" He pointed at Scott who nodded. "Werecoyote?" Malia nodded as well. "Banshee?" He looked back at Kira. "Fox?" She shrugged. "Kitsune." She corrected. "But Fox works."

"What are you?" He nodded at Stiles.

"Uh, for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit." He replied. "It was very evil."

"What are you now?" Liam gave him a look.

"Better... um.."

"And what about the one in the corner who looks like she's about to rip someone's head off?" He looked at me.

I sent him a sarcastic smile. "I've been told I can be a Bitch."

His eyes moved to the coffee table where a bag had chains and cuffs visible inside. "Those for me?"

"No. They're for me." Malia answered, letting her eyes glow blue. Liam's eyes widened. "How'd you do that?"

"You'll learn." Scott replied. "But first you need to go through the full moon."

"The Moons already out." Liam spoke through gritted teeth.

"And your starting to feel something, aren't you?"

"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nut jobs." The boy snapped. "You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care." His voice was raising. "I'm walking out that door right now! And if any of you try to stop me, I swear to god, I'm gonna...." He cut himself off, letting out a cry of pain as he pressed his hands to the sides of his head in pain.

"What's wrong, Liam?" Scott asked carefully.

"You don't hear that?"

We all listened to hear cars pulling in. Scott crouched down to his level. "Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia asked.

"My friend Mason. You said it was a party."

"And who did Mason invite?" Stiles asked.

"Everyone." Kira turned to us, a nervous look on her face as Liam's claws started to protract. "The floors." Lydia stressed. "Get him off the floors."

"We need to get him to the Boathouse. Now!" Scott shouted, him and Kira leading the boy away as he growled at Lydia, eyes glowing yellow.

Malia leaned down, pressing her hands on the coffee table. "Stiles... Hope..."

"Yeah." She whipped her head around and let out a loud growl, eyes blue. "Hey. Yeah, okay. Basement. Now." We moved to help her to the basement.

"What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia asked.

"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked.

"What? Me, obviously."

"Okay, then throw a party." Stiles and Malia ran off as I stayed. "Staying with you though thick and thin." I said as I walked up to her.

"This is why your the best out of all of them." She huffed as we walked to the door. Lydia opened it to reveal a ton of kids standing there.

"Hey." One at the front spoke. "Uh, are we in the right place?"

"For the party?" Another Freshman asked.

"Absolutely." Lydia put on a strained smile as everyone outside cheered and walked inside. By an hour in, Lydia was stressed and pretty pissed off. I stood, leaning against a wall, not doing anything like usual.

"And how come you don't seem to be having fun?" I sighed and looked over to see Sebastian, smirking, solo cup in hand.

"Parties are not really my thing." I replied as he walked over.

"That's a strange thing to say for a wolf." He noted. "Usually they like to show off, party, get wild."

"And usually vampires wear daylight rings when they walk around during the day." I replied. "Yet, you," my eyes trailed down to the ring less hands, "don't. And you aren't an Original, which means your a Hybrid."

"Your smart, Little Wolf." He smirked. "And now you understand why even a werewolf couldn't lay a finger on me."

"I do." I sarcastically smiled. "But I guess it's a good thing I'm not just a werewolf." His face fell.

"What? What do you mean?"

I contemplated the options before I extended my hand, the liquid in his cup started rise out before I set it back inside. "A witch." He mumbled before looking at me. "But how is that even possible.

I smirked. "Oh, Sebby, you of all people should know that there's always a loophole."

"Well, at least I know that your not one of those purists." He shrugged.

"And how would you know?" I asked him, pushing myself off the wall. "Ever heard of Mikael Mikaelson? I'm pretty sure he made it his immortal life's mission to hunt down all his children and kill them, ending all vampires." I pointed out.

"And I'm pretty sure he's dead now." His face contorted to one of confusion. "Wait.... Hope Mikaelson...." He trailed off. "That's how. Your that miracle baby."

"Miracle. Abomination. Monster. I've heard a few of them." I shrugged.

"Well, Hope, I have a proposition." He sped away and came back barely even a second later with another cup in his hands. He held it out to me. "How about we drop the whole 'I'll murder you' or 'I'll break every bone in your body' thing and we try and live in peace?" I thought for a moment before taking the drink.

"No hurting anyone unless their complete scumbags, Beacon Hills students and teachers are off the table, and no hurting my friends." I bargained. "Then we'll have a deal."

He smirked. "Your terms have been accepted."

"Good. Then I promise, Tribrids honor, to not kill you or torture you."

"You do have your humanity on, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I've seen what vampires are like without their humanity and even I don't want to become that." He said. "I know. I'm smart, too."