Big Bad Bitch

Laura smiled. “Normal is relative. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly.” She pressed her lips together. “What attacked you was a werewolf gone feral. My guess is an omega.”

“Are… you the spider and me the fly in this analogy? Or is that just a really badly picked example, ‘cause I’m kinda hoping it’s the latter.” He still didn’t move, just looking up at her from his spot on the ground.

Laura chuckled and went to him holding out her hand to help him up. "I'm not going to attack you. Werewolves don't generally attack people with no reason. Usually it's because the human has attacked the wolf first or because something is wrong with the wolf. Usually."

Laura bit her lip and dragged a hand through her hair before letting out a loud breath. Where to begin? “Well. Let’s start with this. I’m a werewolf. A born werewolf.” That way when she explained what attacked him, he wouldn’t jump to assume that all werewolves were bad. She hoped.

At the confession, Thomas gave a slow nod. “A werewolf. Okay, because that is… totally normal.” If he hadn’t just seen what he had, he wasn’t sure he’d believe a statement like that.

Laura smiled. "Normal is relative. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly." She pressed her lips together. "What attacked you was a werewolf gone feral. My guess is an omega."

Laura raised a brow. She would like to disagree. “Your cheek and eyebrow are bleeding.” She let out a breath. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.”

“It’s fine, just a little blood.” He hated blood, oh he hated it. His own was better than some, he could deal with his own blood, but it was still not something he liked reminding of. “Some explaining would be good, yeah.” He didn’t move from where he was.

Laura bit her lip and dragged a hand through her hair before letting out a loud breath. Where to begin? "Well. Let's start with this. I'm a werewolf. A born werewolf." That way when she explained what attacked him, he wouldn't jump to assume that all werewolves were bad. She hoped.

Laura smirked a bit, licking her finger clean. She turned to him. “Probably not.” She frowned seeing his injuries. “Are you in pain? We should probably get you to the hospital.”

Thomas couldn’t help a little bit of a shudder at her licking the blood. God, he hated blood. The idea made him fairly nauseous. “I’m fine… just some bruises and things…” He was trying to process what he’d seen. Monsters? Now she was enjoying blood. This was not good.

Laura raised a brow. She would like to disagree. "Your cheek and eyebrow are bleeding." She let out a breath. "I suppose I have some explaining to do."

Laura smirked a bit, licking her finger clean. She turned to him. "Probably not." She frowned seeing his injuries. "Are you in pain? We should probably get you to the hospital."

Laura took in a deep breath. She was fighting every urge to punch him in his face. “Did you say the same thing about your dad? At least my dad gives a shit about me. Take away my dad and I’m left where you were before you got the bite. No one to turn to. No where to belong. No friends. Nothing. My dad may be a prick but I need him. Be honest. If you had killed him, would you have thought twice about what was going to happen to me or what I was going to do?” She took another breath. “At least I would have made sure all ends were tied if I had been the one to kill your dad and leave you an orphan.”

Isaac wasn’t able to keep calm very long. As she spoke, he grew increasingly more angry until a hand shot out, pinning the girl against the nearest wall by her throat. He’d half shifted, his golden eyes watching her as wolf teeth were bared, a growl leaving his throat. It took everything he had not to do something terrible like pierce her neck with his claws, even if just slightly. “I would have killed your father without a second thought. At least mine was only hurting me. Yours hurts everyone.”

Laura's eyes shifted and she growled. She knew he was on the line and she knew better than to send him over the edge by mentioning Matt. She shoved him away, sliding down the wall to her feet. "You think I don't know that?!" She rubbed her neck. "I never once said he was a good guy." She straightened her skirt and jacket. "But this is why I can't afford for him to be dead."

Laura grit her teeth. Her father was far from perfect but he was still her father. “Oh yeah. And leave me with no one who gives a fuck about me in a pack that has made no effort to make me feel like I belong, just because of who my father is. There are consequences for every death, Isaac. Sometimes just offing someone isn’t the answer no matter how bad they are. You of all people should know that.”

He listened to her somewhat emotional reaction, not saying anything until she’d finished speaking. When he did speak, he clearly and slowly enunciated each word. “Peter. Should. Have. Died.” He didn’t understand her reasoning that he should know or that really bad people shouldn’t be removed from the equation.

Laura took in a deep breath. She was fighting every urge to punch him in his face. "Did you say the same thing about your dad? At least my dad gives a shit about me. Take away my dad and I'm left where you were before you got the bite. No one to turn to. No where to belong. No friends. Nothing. My dad may be a prick but I need him. Be honest. If you had killed him, would you have thought twice about what was going to happen to me or what I was going to do?" She took another breath. "At least I would have made sure all ends were tied if I had been the one to kill your dad and leave you an orphan."

Laura crossed her arms. “Raising me wasn’t for himself. What does he need with a kid? It just makes everything more complicated. But he still found me. Took me in. Raised me. And regardless of what he has done to anyone else, he has always been there for me.”

“Maybe.” He repeated the word. Peter was somewhat different with family. He’d cared about Derek and Cora, too. However, he’d also tricked Derek into losing his alpha status and had murdered the other sister, Laura. “Peter’s a bad guy and Derek should’ve killed him instead of sending him off to Eichen.”

Laura grit her teeth. Her father was far from perfect but he was still her father. "Oh yeah. And leave me with no one who gives a fuck about me in a pack that has made no effort to make me feel like I belong, just because of who my father is. There are consequences for every death, Isaac. Sometimes just offing someone isn't the answer no matter how bad they are. You of all people should know that."

Laura shrugged. “Sometimes the word crazy isn’t flamboyant enough for the level of craziness. And if it weren’t for him using Lydia, Scott and his merry men in tights wouldn’t have been able to figure out a couple of the big bads they’ve faced.”

“Maybe, but he shouldn’t’ve been allowed to live, anyway. He does nothing that isn’t somehow for himself. He’s a murderer and a monster.” Not all werewolves were monsters, but Peter more than was.

Laura crossed her arms. "Raising me wasn't for himself. What does he need with a kid? It just makes everything more complicated. But he still found me. Took me in. Raised me. And regardless of what he has done to anyone else, he has always been there for me."

Laura rolled her eyes. “Just because he went slightly cray cray doesn’t mean I will. Besides. He’s helped out the pack in his own….creative way.”

“Did you really just say ‘cray cray’? That is such a dumb thing to say.” Isaac gave a scoff at that. “Yes, he helped by biting Scott and then by dying. That was his contribution to the pack. Scott was free to become and alpha and Derek got to kill him to be able to become an alpha so he could bite me.” 

Laura shrugged. "Sometimes the word crazy isn't flamboyant enough for the level of craziness. And if it weren't for him using Lydia, Scott and his merry men in tights wouldn't have been able to figure out a couple of the big bads they've faced."

“You’re the pup compared to me because I’ve been a wolf longer. So you can take your age and shove it. As far as the wolfesbane goes, all of that was far more than a pinch. A minuscule amount won’t hurt our systems. Just weaken them a bit.”

“Doesn’t matter to me if you’re a born wolf or not. If you’re anything like Peter, I’m probably more in control than you are, anyway.” Isaac knew that he was a very good bitten werewolf, that he had taken to the bite as easily as if he’d been born into it. He also liked to think Peter was out of control and dangerous. “I’d rather not weaken myself, either. Besides, I don’t want to get drunk.” Being drunk was the opposite of fun when it came to him.

Laura rolled her eyes. "Just because he went slightly cray cray doesn't mean I will. Besides. He's helped out the pack in his own....creative way."