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    skyler wasn’t sure what to do.  he was with friends, spending some much needed time with each other.  they were all a success now.  best selling novel, producing a hit show, getting a breakout role, everyone was thriving.   it was all perfect.  and skyler couldn’t be more happy that they were all doing it together.   but of course, they were missing one person that wasn’t there, malachi silva.  his mal.   he sighed, trying to not think about him.

Stiles didn’t even know what to think about what was happening right now. How do you go from dealing with some asshole in a kink club thinking he owns your ass to having your savior in an overly tight shirt taking you out for ice cream after you’d mouthed off to him. This was like the strangest, most bizarre fever dream and yet Stiles had pinched himself multiple times since this had happened and all he had to show for it was a sore arm...but no waking up.

So there he was, ice cream in hand with the many sprinkles he’d wanted sort of just letting it melt slightly on the cone, eyes instead drifting up and down the huge brick wall of a man who had taken him here. Caught between curiosity, suspision and maybe just...a little bit distracted admriring his greek god like physique. “So this your usual move, taking a guy out for ice cream? Not exactly what I’d expect given where we met” He remarked, eyes shifting up and down the man. “So what’s next step of the plan?”

chocolate brown eyes roll in defiance at the man's offer of mercy. they both know that'd be too easy for either of them, instead isabella utters a mocking laugh. "what's wrong? did i hurt your precious feelings today?" she taunts, testing the strength of her restraints while her eyes focus in on the riding crop he declan brandishes. she knows she probably deserves whatever punishment he has in mind after the way she's treated him all day.

it's one thing to wear her public face of the boss' daughter, and for those that knew, the mastermind. it's another thing to outright make him a target for her barbed comments and scrutiny, but she had and so now here she is bound and at his mercy.

    he wasn’t sure when the nightmares had started back again.   maybe it was after almost dying, trying to save his mom, but the amount of times he had woke up screaming, or waking up with terrible cold sweats, he knew that they wouldn’t stop.  even when isaac had stayed the nights with him now.  

     there were nights that were really nice though, just laying there with him, talking about life, about being supernatural, their upbringings, and their future.  they were both seniors now, realizing that their last year, they would make the most of it, and hoped that maybe things could normalize enough for them to enjoy all the things that came with their final year at school.  but sadly, things weren’t going to be normal anytime soon.

alastair lingers outside of the room, a smirk on his face as he listens to the sounds filtering out from the two females. freya is certainly playing her role of seductress to perfection, just as she always does, and sweet dahlia is making this twisted game of theirs far easier than alastair initially thought it would be. he waits a minute or two more, wanting to increase the chances of him walking in at just precisely the right moment before he does.

helping lost souls was a part of his job. that was why when father santiago was driving around and saw someone in a corner, he felt the urge to pick them up. yet it wasn't for what the man was used to. he brought him back to the church, gave him some food, and then after a couple of minutes sat down to have a talk. some people probably though he was poking his nose where it didn't belong, but he didn't care.