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Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Mark Chapham watched Cleste from across the class. She was really something. His nostrils flared a little as he watched her brush a strand of hair out of her face and bent over the chemistry book. Whatcha looking at Marky? Hannah Young said hopefully from his elbow. Hannah was his assigned partner in the class and it hadn't taken Mark more than a fortnight to get in the petite brunette's panties. Now, however, she was boring him. Your boring me Hannah he growled, ruffling his thick black hair in frustration. He really wanted to ask Cleste to prom. He knew she'd go with him. No-one ever turned down Mark Chapman, Track Team Captain and, without a doubt, upcoming Prom King. Cleste represented a challenge, a quiet kid with a tough reputation who refused to let anyone push her around. Eighteen and already at the pinnacle of High School, there were few challenges left for Mark, and Cleste was one of them. But Marky Hannah pouted, her brown eyes filling with tears, that's not nice. I thought you and me were...y'know.... she trailed off. What? he spat, keeping his voice low so as not to alert the teacher. Nothing. That's what we are. The bell rang and he stood, leaving Hannah sniffing in her seat. You didn't become an Alpha by making friends, he thought, and life was rough. He followed Cleste out of the room into the crowded hall, hoping to get a chance to catch her and ask her out. Hey, he called after her, pushing through the crowds, Hey Cleste! Got a minute?
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

She got her way to the top by showing the guys and girls she wasn't one to be screwed with, that she was somebody who could kick your ass and still have the energy to be a one girl dodge ball team. She was an excellent acrobat, which made impressing everybody even easier. She could really bend and flex in excellent ways. But Cleste was a special sort of girl. But she had no idea on what she really was. Only half human. Half Faerie, half human. She could move at extreme speeds that rivaled even that of a werewolf, her senses even rivaled a werewolf as well. But they weren't as good as her Mom's, who was a full Faerie. She had excellent strength, not as good as a werewolf, but she could hold them at a standstill. Had she been a full Faerie, her senses, her abilities would outclass a werewolf. Cleste really hated her hearing, she could pickup a lot of gossip she didn't want to hear. She could hear Mark being a jerk to Hannah. That was why she held such contempt for him. He had no respect for people he considered lower than himself. She calmed herself, and when the bell rang, she zoomed out of the room, her eyes blinking black for a moment before returning to their grayish gold eye color. She rolled her eyes upon hearing Mark trying to talk to her, and she turned around, and snapped,I'm not interested in dating you. Leave me alone! It was always the same thing. All the guys wanted to date her. But they had to prove themselves worthy to her. Hopefully she'd get some peace and quiet when she went camping on Prom Weekend.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Fuck, Mark thought, what a bitch. He knew people were staring at him, amazed that he'd been turned down so publicly. To be honest he was amazed too. But he wasn't willing to show that in front of everyone else. He pushed past a knot of girls, concentrating on looking intense and brooding, whilst he plotted his next step. He needed to take Cleste down a peg or two. But how? He hadn't come up with anything by the weekend. He'd ended up asking Hannah, knowing she would take him back, knowing he had her dangling from his little finger. It was getting to six pm that Saturday night. He was picking her up around eight, but he was getting tense. He needed to run. The moon wasn't full but it was waxing and he could feel the familiar itch. Fuck it he growled, throwing down his suit, and stomping downstairs. He could go, run in the woods for an hour or so, and still be back in time. He strode out of the house, past his parents watching TV, and shut the back door as he stepped into the garden. His parents lived on the edge of town, their garden backing onto the State Park with its tall evergreens, and Mark lost no time in shedding his clothing in the darkness. He groaned as the transformation began, his bones cracking and reforming, his jaw extending. No matter how many times you did it, it was still painful. Fuck he grunted, already more a growling noise than real words, as he felt his legs bend into proper canine angles. He preferred the nearly human form, but the full wolf effect was safer. Just an oddity if spotted rather than something out of nightmare. Transformed he howled in frustration as he set off into the night. The dusky forest was calming usually, but Mark's blood was up, and he was still fuming over what had happened with Cleste the other day. Fuck her, he thought, fuck her, fuck her. He thoughts pounded in rhythm with his paws. He was fuming, a ball of rage, when he staggered into the clearing and saw a small orange tent. He was about to shy away when he picked up a familiar scent. It could only be one thing. One person. He barred his teeth, all logic gone from his animal mind.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Cleste loved turning down boys that never had a chance with her. Especially the boys that had a massive sex drive and even more massive egos. It brought her a sick pleasure to piss Mark off. The Heavenly Warrior struck again, which was what her name translated to in French, and indeed, she was a warrior. She loved to get into fights. At military school, there was a subculture. The more fights you won, the more points you earned in the eyes of the instructors. And indeed, she never lost a fight. Unbeknownst to her, her abilities helped her. She loved fighting the boys the most. They were the sorest of losers. The rest of the day, well, the rest of the week passed without incident. Everybody was talking about who'd they'd sleep with on prom, which repulsed her. The guys were talking about condoms, which really didn't help her mood. Seemed like prom was more about sex than dancing. At least she'd be free of the overt grossness of prom, well, what had become of it. Momma had packed up her camping bag, loaded with weapons and the essentials. She always said pretty girls needed to be with weapons. Not long after, Cleste was in her tent on the camping grounds, counting her weapons. Then her ears picked up an animal growl. And it was close. She came out of her tent, she had two throwing knives in her hands, and two guns in her holsters. She had weapons all over, but she worked with what she had. She was terrified, but she never let fear in the way. It was a sure way to lose.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Mark watched, his canine eyes red in the darkness, as Cleste appeared form the tent. He could smell her fear. Good, he thought, completely lost in his animal instincts, let her fear him. Teach the bitch a lesson. He prowled, testing the limits of her vision, watching her hold the throwing knives tightly. He would get one good strike in, he knew, and it had to count. Darting into the pool of light made by her tent he feinted left and then dodged right and leaped. He felt, as he dodged, one of the knives sail wide. His jaws were open, a roar in his mouth, as he landed bodily on the girl. She was struggling, her eyes flashing with fear and defiance, but he had the upper hand now, pinning her down and snapping at her. She had her hands on his shoulders, trying desperately to keep his jaws from her flesh, and her growled and snarled in anger as he strove to break free. Suddenly rolling to the side he felt her loose her grip and wasted no time sinking his teeth into the flesh of her left fore-arm. He heard her scream in pain, felt her hot metallic blood on his tongue and snarled in triumph. His victory was short lived, however, for as he withdrew for a final strike at her unprotected throat, he felt a sharp pain in his side. The other knife. But it burned. Burned like nothing he had ever felt before. Stunned, he felt her push him off and suddenly his senses came flooding back. What the fuck was he doing? He'd wanted to teach her a lesson, scare her, not kill her. Now he'd bitten her and she'd...stuck him with...something. And she was fumbling at her hip for a gun! He took off, bounding into the dark, hearing two shots sail close by. A third grazed the top of his head, and he howled in fear and pain. He staggered home, transforming on the way, and pushed in. Mom I feel really sick he groaned as he made his way upstairs. I need you to get Cecily to call Hannah and tell her I'm too ill for Prom. Tell her I'll make it up to her. Promise. He was suddenly afraid, fear making him more considerate. He could trust his little sister, however, the only one in the family who knew his condition. Cecily had been bitten first but had accepted Mark as her Alpha soon after he was bitten too. He collapsed on his bed, groaning, the door firmly locked behind him. What the fuck was going on?
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Cleste was seeing perfectly, more perfectly than she had ever seen before. Like all of her senses were really awakening. Like she could properly feel everything. But then she really saw what was prowling outside of her tent. A wolf. Impossible. There hadn't been wolf sightings in the forest forever. But there was one, snarling, with glowing red eyes. But wolves should have yellow eyes. red eyes... That wasn't natural, not natural at all. It was faster than her instincts allowed her to go. Just as she was about to throw her first knife, it went the other way, and the knife went wide, and it thunked into a tree, the knife sinking up to the hilt into the wood. The wolf pounced onto her, and she was fighting very hard to keep the wolf from making a meal out of her.... She screamed suddenly she was in excruciating pain, the wolf bit her left forearm. She had her right knife though, she could possibly get some revenge. Her aim was sort of off, she aimed for the back leg, her vision was blurry as she stood up, she got it in the back. Actually, that was a much better target. Her pain was great, her right arm was fumbling as she got a gun out. She shot thrice, two missed, but the third managed to graze the head ever so slightly. At least she had successfully wounded the monster. She felt woozy from blood loss, and blackness stole over her eyes. She woke up, still in terrible pain, in her bed, black ooze pouring out of her left arm. Her Mother was whispering to her Father,We haven't had werewolves in the town in years. I should have sensed a pack in town! Now our daughter's been bitten by an Alpha, and I think she won't make it! Half Fey almost never survive! She was frightened for her daughter, this sort of injury could kill her. Wolves and Fey didn't get along. But she smelled wolfsbane on her daughter's hands. She must have wounded the wolf. Soon, the Alpha would die if he or she did not get treatment. She was constantly changing the dressings on Cleste's wound, which was slowly lessening the black goo... Which meant she was far closer to dying, or the Change was taking to her. Full Fey never survived, it was extremely rare for part fey to survive, their human side allowing it to take. Slowly and slowly, the ooze stopped forming, and the wound properly knitted back together. She sighed, the Change had taken. Cleste's eyes suddenly opened very wide, and they were black, the color they turned when she was using her extreme speed or other fey ability, and she spoke, as if possessed,Beta. She blinked again, her eyes were white, and she spoke,Killer of innocents. She blinked one more time, and her eyes were a deep, deep purple, and she spoke,Alpha. She pretty much fell back asleep, slumping against her pillows. At least her daughter survived the change.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Within hours, Mark was groaning and sweating. Beads of perspiration formed and dripped on his brow. Its no good Cecily said, wringing out the cloth for the umpteenth time and replacing it on his forehead. Wolfsbane. She looked down at her brother, her Alpha, with concern. Mark groaned again, his eyes feverish, and looked up at his sister. A petite redhead Cecily was the only member of the pack he truly trusted. Without a clear mate it fell to her to carry out the organisational tasks and support role such a female would normally carry out for Mark. Any of the other members might be tempted to put him out of his misery now, but he could trust Cecily. He looked up at her, knowing what he had to do, dreading it too. Cec... he winced, every word an effort, You gotta take me to...ugh...to the girl...to her mother...Fae... he roared in pain Fae'll know what....what to do. Cecily's eyes blazed. Cleste? Seriously? You fucking idiot! If Mark was so hurt she'd slap him stupid. As it was, she helped him down the stairs and out into the passenger seat of her little car. Within minutes they were pulled up outside the Guerrier house and she was helping her brother limp up the path. She knocked at the door and then stood back a little, letting him lean on the frame. I'll stay with you brother she murmured but this is your shit pile. You do the cleaning up. As the door opened Mark winced and, pulling on the last of his strength, he hissed through the opening I need you to help me. Your daughter speared me with Wolfsbane.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Astrid Guerrier looked upon Mark and Cecily with curious eyes after she opened the door, but her eyes held a coldness to them, a coldness only felt by a Mother who was trying to protect her young. She looked like a near exact replica of her daughter, the only true difference being her eyes were even more golden than her daughter's eyes were. She spoke,And it only happened because you attacked her. I smell werewolf. You're the Alpha of this pack, aren't you? I will help you, despite the fact that your bite turned Cleste. She's asleep now. She ushered her husband forth, to help bring Mark in. Astrid's name translated to Beautiful Goddess. She continued,I will only help you since there will be too many questions if you die from your wound not being treated. She brought out a lighter, and a very bloody knife. She spoke,I will burn this knife, and rub the ashes into the wound, it will heal it. She nodded towards her husband Alexander, and he ushered Mark and Cecily to the couch in the living room, and he spoke,Lay him down face first, as the wound is in his back.
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Cecily laid Mark on the couch and stood back, arms folded, her senses going crazy in this fae house. Just sort it out she growled. Mark was largely out of it by now, the pain too severe to stay focused, and he groaned as he felt the ashes touch his skin. He gripped the couch in pain, his slightly transformed hands leaving light gouges in the material, his breath leaving his body in huge, ragged, gulps, before finally passing out. He awoke with the sun. Pushing himself into a sitting position he surveyed the room with sore, sleepy, eyes. Cecily sat, curled on a seat in the corner, watching him with level eyes. An older couple, who he assumed were Mr and Mrs Guerrier, also watched him from the other couch. His eyes were angry, and Mark could smell the resentment and fury bubbling within him, whilst her eyes were more level and unreadable. And then, sitting on the floor at the feet of their couch, and glaring at him, was a pair of very familiar brown eyes. Cleste. Her knees pulled up to her chest, her blonde hair loose. Fuck he mentally cursed as he surveyed the scene. The questions came like a barrage, mainly from the parents, although Cleste interjected a few here and there. Only Cecily was quiet, watching it all with steely eyes. Eventually, after trying to answer what he could, Mark held up a weary hand. Enough he groaned. I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Guerrier. He couldn't bring himself to meet those brown eyes again. I'm sorry, but this has happened now. We need to deal with it. He gestured to Cleste. She needs to try and turn. We need to see what she's like. Cecily nodded agreement. He stood, shakily, and looked at them. I'm guessing your yard isn't overlooked this far out of town? he asked. Also, ummm he added, dreading the next bit, Its easier if she's naked. Mr Guerrier went so red Mark thought he was about to explode, but Mark hurried on. She doesn't have to be, he added quickly, holding out his hands in supplication, but it does help the transformation and prevent her ruining everything she owns.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Show me respect, little wolf. I only help because there'd be too many questions if you're brother died, and I do not want war between our races. Astrid spoke, her golden eyes seeming even more luminous than they usually were. She held up the knife as she stood over Mark, and lit the lighter, and moved it over the knife's blade. Ashes formed, and she rubbed the ashes into his wound, healing it, sighing when Mark's clawed hands pretty much killed part of the couch. The little jerk would survive. As the sun rose, she and her husband waited for him to wake up so they could interrogate him. Cleste eventually woke up... But she felt strange. Off. She felt really disoriented, not at all herself. It was like all of her senses were super charged. She barely remembered what had happened last night... Except an extreme deal of pain, more pain than she had ever felt before. She stumbled downstairs into the living room, curious when she saw somebody laying face down on the couch. She saw Mom and Dad, and a strange girl... But she looked so familiar... Like a female version of Mark, but only with red hair, since Mark had black hair. She got a closer look at the boy laying face down on the couch, and put two and two together. She looked at her parents, who gave her the 'Don't Ask' look. She saw down at the foot of the couch her folks were sitting on, her blonde hair loose, her golden gray eyes glaring at the unconscious form of Mark, though they were slowly darkening to black. Then when Mark woke up, her folks bombarded him with questions, with the occasional remark from her. When Mark said she'd transform, and preferably be naked before transforming, her eyes went really black, and her nails, nay, claws... Appeared, though they looked much sharper and deadlier than what Mark had. She managed to calm herself down, forcing back the claws, the anger, and her appearance went back to normal. Cleste's Mother spoke, looking at Mark curiously,I thought only a specific bloodline could only do the full wolf transformation, and even then, only a precious few people from the bloodline could do it... But given my daughter's pure hybrid nature now, I suppose anything goes now... I merely assumed that the average werewolf could only do the normal transformation, remain humanoid. Then Cleste spoke,So Mark... Was this just because I turned down your prom date?
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Mark was about to answer the mother's question when Cleste's question cut him short. He flushed, swaying a little on his feet, and looked away. He felt the Guerrier family's eyes boring into him. Mr Guerrier looked as if he wished nothing more than that his gaze would set Mark alight. Yes and no he said finally. Yes I was cross. Arrogant. You were nothing to me in that moment in the corridor and to turn me down so publicly. He sighed, tired eyes fluttering closed, and then focused on Cleste. I know it sounds crap. A crap excuse for attacking you and ruining your life but to make up something else wouldn't be fair. He paused to let his almost apology sink in. Also, you've got to keep in mind that once the full transformation takes over you're more animal than person. There's very little of you left in there, especially when your blood is up. Decisions aren't...rational. Y'know? Animals aren't like that... He looked up to the parents beseechingly. That's why she has to transform here. Why Cecily and I have to see it. We need to know. If she can only go halfway, what you call the normal transformation, then it will be easier for her. But, if its as I suspect and Cleste is a fully blooded werewolf, then she needs all the help we can give her. She needs a pack. And she'll need help to manage her emotion. He hobbled towards the door, unable to bear those shifting eyes from the girl crouched on the floor. Cecily followed hesitantly. I swear. I don't need to see your daughter naked or anything. I can close my eyes during the process or whatever you like. But I need to see her try and shift. And she needs to feel what its like. He turned back to the three Guerriers. We'll be in the garden when you're ready he murmured, and moved outside with Cecily's help. They sat on a garden bench together in the warm night air. What a fuck up Mark groaned. Cecily snorted. You can say that again. Just wait until you try and explain this to the pack. I mean she grinned in jest what if she's your bonded mate or something?! Don't even joke Mark scowled. That would be too much to take.
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

So many questions were bombarded at Mark, and at the very least he properly answered them, but all Cleste wanted to know was if he turned her just to patch his wounded ego after she turned him down for Prom. She and her parents drank in all of this new information, and her Mother spoke after Mark and Cecily went outside after all the explanations were done, knowing Cleste was going to bombard her with questions,Only Alphas can turn people. Sometimes the bite doesn't take and the person dies instead of turning. Wolfsbane is bad stuff for werewolves. That's what I seethed your weapons in because I know this town has strong supernatural history... Transformations are triggered by the full moon. As to your questions about what I am, I'm a Faerie. In actuality, I barely look older than you, but my kind specializes in illusionary magic, and other sorts of Faerie magic. Mundanes see an aging woman, the magic is there to avoid others from asking questions. Your ears are naturally pointed, but others see them normally since the illusionary magic prevents them from seeing what they actually look like. I do not know what you can access since you were born a hybrid, but since Faerie blood is dominant, and now you're half werewolf, half fey, I truly have no idea what your abilities are now. Cleste nodded, and walked outside, and she spoke,How the hell do I even turn? Do I have to feel a particular emotion, or feel anything? What triggers it besides the full moon?
Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Mark sighed, watching the Fae girl from the bench next to Cecily. Just... he paused. He'd been about to say Just do it but that wasn't fair. Mark didn't really like Cleste. Hated the situation they were in now. But she was his responsibility now. He was the Alpha. And it had been him that had fucked up her life. He felt sorry for the small blonde girl standing defiantly before him. Just...It's like....It's like.... he frowned. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? he asked, Its like that. Exhaling whilst knowing you have something inside you. Imagine a lungfull of smoke to breath out. Honestly. The transformation is easier than you think. It'll hurt, I'm afraid, but it gets easier. He sat back, closing his eyes, breathing heavily. Honestly, not being creepy or anything, but you might want to strip. The process really fucks up your clothes. He knew Cleste probably hated him, thought him an arrogant jerk, but really he didn't care. He was tired. Tired of this fucked up situation. He wanted to watch her transform into a weak beta, something her parents could help her deal with, and get the hell out of there. He felt certain that would be all. He felt Cecily tense beside him and, from the sounds and smells his heightened senses picked up, knew the transformation was taking place. Maybe he should peak, he thought with a smirk, maybe catch a sight of the haughty girl in her underwear, but then he felt Cecily tense again and heard her gasp. He opened his eyes. Holy shit he said, jaw open, at the sight before him.