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Fox In The Hills	By : fusedtwilight Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Parrish
- 2-Ethan
- 3-Liam
- 4-Scott
- 5-Derek
- 6-Danny
- 7-Isaac
- 8-Brett
- 9-Jackson
- 10-Corey
- 11-Boyd
- 8
- 9
- 10
Fusedtwilight: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I wanted to treat you guys to something special so I decided to give you two chapters instead of one. This chapter has river kitsune Stiles and stars Jackson. Elements of this story were inspired by Jeff's plans for Jackson before Colton left the show so I incorporated it into the fic. Hindu mythology will also play a role in this story and I am really excited to share some of that with you all.
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Kawa
River
Jackson
I dreamed I was floating in the river. It was the same dream I have been having for months now. It was the night I became a Werewolf. Or rather a Werewolf with Kanima features. I still have a hard time remembering those times when I was an abomination. A word used to describe a mutation from a Werewolf bite.
Perhaps my mind locked those memories away for the sake of my own sanity. But some times I got quick snippets or flashes. But one thing I always dreamed about was the river.
I remember drowning because Kanima's are good at swimming but they do not have gills. I remember the fear and the terror. I was dying, but I couldn't move. But still I fought, still I tried to move, to find that glorious lifesaving breath of air.
Then I was suddenly surrounded by a glowing aquamarine light. I remember something swimming to me, reaching out to me. Just when I was about to see who it was reaching for me I would wake up.
As always, I would get angry. Angry I still couldn't remember what happened. Angry
That night my dad, Peter and his family the Hales were trying to find me. I had escaped, and they feared what I would do. Kanima's were instruments of vengeance. We serve others and punish those who have wronged them.
Peter had killed Matt, my former master. But I managed to slip away before they could get me. I must have been looking for someone else. I don't know why I was at the river. All I know is when they found me I was on the shore and I was no longer just a Kanima: I was a hybrid.
Even if an abomination is able to fix the spiritual flaw that fucked their transformation up they still retain some characteristics of their old selves. In my case I could transform my eyes into either their Werewolf forms or the Kanima ones. With the Kanima eyes I could see in infrared. I could also still use my tail and I had the claws with the venom. I couldn't go full Kanima though, which was fine because that form was fucking disgusting.
Being part Werewolf and part Kanima made me deadlier than the average shifter.
But I was also a member of the Hale family. One of the most prestigious Werewolf packs in the world. My real father was Peter, Talia's younger brother. He had an affair with my mom who was married at the time. My mother and her husband died in a car accident, she lived long enough for the doctors to cut her open and pull me out.
I was adopted by the Whittemores. Peter never knew I was his son. My mom never told him. Did she love Peter? Was she ashamed of her infidelity? I would never know those answers. The dead tell no secrets.
When I came of age, my wolf gene activated. But it didn't go right, and I became a Kanima and terrorized Beacon Hills. When Peter realized who my real mother was he realized I had to be his son. It explained why I transformed and the dates and times matched up.
Learning I was of the Hale bloodline should have been a highlight of my life. They were famous, influential, and huge in numbers. A big family. I should be happy. Yet I only felt angry and confused.
It seems like my identity was mercurial, ever changing. First, I was Jackson Whittemore. Then I find out how circumstances been different I would be a Miller. Then I found out the man I thought was my father wasn't. I was a human, a Kanima now I am a hybrid.
"Jackson!"
I groaned softly. There was a soft knock on my door. "I'm up mom," I said.
I heard her walk off, and I knew I had five minutes before she checked on me again. Ever since I became a Kanima my parents have been keeping close tabs on me. Making sure I wasn't having black outs and falling prey to my new animal instincts.
They couldn't help it, I knew they were only trying to look out for me but I couldn't help but being annoyed at the constant texts and phone calls.
I got out of bed and went to get a shower. After school I had swim practice and after that I had to go over to the Hale house to train with Talia. Since I was a hybrid now, I needed a lot more work.
Nothing I couldn't handle.
I was Jackson...fuck even I can't keep track of all my surnames now!
Stiles
I stared at the back of Jackson's head. It has been months since he became a hybrid. Since the night I saw him in the river. I had been going for my monthly swim. The moon was full and I could not resist the allure of a dip. Being a River Kitsune, I could not help loving to swim.
It was my element after all. Only a select few people knew my clan though. Not because I was worried I would be persecuted–because Beacon Hills is one of the most liberal places in the world. I just didn't want people to try and accuse me of having an unfair advantage at swimming because of my element.
As liberal as this town was, sports can be a nightmare for teens. When they decided not to segregate humans and shifters for sports, it seemed like a joyous occasion. Then the parents started bitching about how their kids were passed over or cut from the team because they were human. It was a nightmare. After some time and patience it was agreed that every sports team had to have an even number of shifters and humans on the team.
It wasn't illegal or against the rules for me to be on the swim team. But I don't want to have to deal with assholes saying I had an unfair advantage because I could breathe underwater...which admittedly was unfair but her, I can't help being what I am!
I had been enjoying a nice swim under the river when all of a sudden I found myself face-to-face with this reptilian creature. After I screamed in fear, I realized it was holding something. Or rather someone. Acting on instinct I used my power to trap whatever the that thing in a compressed ball of water and sent it flying out of the river.
I quickly swam to what that creature had been holding, my aura shined enough light that when I saw it was a Kanima, I hesitated to help it. I had seen plenty of pictures of these things in bestiaries and knew what they were capable of. But I couldn't let it die.
I quickly placed my mouth to its to help it breathe, the second out lips touched I felt something warm pass over me and the Kanima began to change. Its scales turned soft and pink and blonde hair grew from its head. I stared in shock at Jackson's prone form.
Acting quickly I hauled him up to the nearest bank, doing my best not to stare at his naked form (God why did you have to make an asshole look so perfect...okay that didn't sound right) I knew Jackson had recently discovered he was a Hale, but I didn't know he was a shifter.
Usually when the born shifters manifest their powers it is usually around the time of puberty. Or in some rare cases you get a few early bloomers like Malia had been. Guess Jackson was a late bloomer.
The sound of howls filled the air, and I quickly jumped back into the river. Hiding behind the end of the bank I saw the Hales arrive. They quickly inspected Jackson for injuries and carried him off. I swam down the river to where my jeep was parked and drove home.
The next few weeks were nerve wrecking. I kept waiting for the Hales to arrive at my doorstep and demand answers. But Jackson came back to school, extra smug because he still had some Kanima in him but was mostly a Werewolf and was now able to claim kinship to one of the most powerful and influential Werewolf families in the world.
Scott was the only one who I told about that night. I haven't even told my dad. It didn't seem like it was that important. I mean, Jackson was alive and well so what was the big deal. Besides, knowing Jackson he would be pissed I had saved him from drowning.
Being grateful wasn't in his character.
Miss. Jyoti Mani, our Para-studies teacher was writing on the chalk bored. She had the uncanny ability to grab her class's attention. Though the majority of the students were focused on her instead of the bored. She was a gorgeous Indian woman with long flowing black hair that had a blue sheen to it and eyes the color of coffee. The second she walked into the school it became the unspoken agreement amongst the students and faculty that she was the hottest teacher to ever grace the halls of Beacon Hills High.
"All Supernatural beings are rated by various governments using their own unique class system. These systems are defined by that groups characteristics including their abilities, their aggression and various other factors. Point in case; Druids are classified as level one. Who can tell me why?"
Not many raised their hands. Either they didn't know the answer, or they were too busy marveling at her beauty.
"Danny," she said.
"Because Druids are scholars who use their knowledge of herbs and lore to act as emissaries and keep the peace as envoys."
She smiled at him and Danny returned the gesture. Not out of any form of attraction, she just had one of those smiles that made you feel warm inside.
"Exactly. Druids are by their creed, peaceful and only become aggressive to protect themselves and their loved ones from harm. They study healing arts and do not actively seek to harm anyone else. Now why would a Druid's rating change from level one to level three?" she looked around the room. "Allison."
"If the Druid turns dark and becomes a Darach then they become much more dangerous. Darach's do not care about keeping the balance of nature. They will perform human sacrifices if it means giving them more power."
"Exactly. Since Darach's are infamous for using their skills for harmful purposes including spilling innocent blood, the American government gives them a higher rating. Now as I have said, many factors decide what the rating is. Aggression can play an important role. For instance, Wendigo's have strength to rival even an Alpha Werewolf and senses that allow them to hunt humans. But their healing abilities depend on how much flesh they have consumed and even a fully fed Wendigo doesn't have the same healing as a Werewolf would. Normally this should give them a level two rating but because they are known to feast on humans and other sentient creatures, this gives them a level three rating. Werejaguars have stats larger than a Werewolf's and can use their own type of magic but are classified as level 3."
"Shouldn't it be higher because of their homicidal tendencies?" one of the students asked.
"A good point. Werejaguars are known for their infamous bouts of rage. But like Werewolves they can learn to control their compulsions. Kitsune are class three but their dark counterparts the Nogitsune are rated four for their malevolent behavior."
Jackson snorted. "You're telling me Stilinski is worth three-stars?"
I felt my face flush as several people in the room laughed along with him.
"Shouldn't you be rated a six for both your dick-ish selves Whittemore?" Erica asked.
The class laughed again, this time at Jackson. I smiled over at Erica and she winked at me. Scott nudged my shoulder with a snicker. Jackson glared at her. His eyes shined blue, then when he blinked they were yellow and slitted.
"Jackson, Erica," Mani warned, her voice light but firm. Her eyes focused on Jackson. "If you are so lucky to see a Kitsune in a foul mood, then perhaps you will understand why they earn a respectable rank. The Kitsune are an ageless race who with time and skill become powerful beings of magic and wisdom. They are also known for being little mischief makers. I would recommend you think twice before crossing one."
I felt a sense of gratitude to her. I always liked Mani. She wasn't a prejudiced dick like Harris. She wasn't a loud crazy ass with illusions of grandeur like Finstock or a hardass like Finch. She was kind and sweet. But she didn't let anyone get away with any shit.
But she was right, you should never piss off a fox. You'd think Jackson would have figured this out by now.
"What would a hybrid be rated?" I asked.
Jackson slowly turned his head to glare at me and I blew him a kiss.
Mani spoke in a tone that made it clear there would be no more jabs. I didn't care, I got to land a hit at him. That was all that matters.
"Hybrids are very rare. There are only a handful known to live in the U.S. It depends on what races the hybrid is made up of. But since Jackson is both a Werewolf and a Kanima I would say he is a very solid three."
"Damn right," Jackson muttered.
Lydia raised her hand, getting Mani's attention. "What creatures would be considered higher than three besides the Nogitsune?"
"Well Hellhounds, Nāga's, Garuda's, girtablilu are some class four creatures. Due to their extreme powers and abilities. Class 5 are beings with power beyond our imagining and have little to almost no weaknesses. The Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt are such beings. But some debate if such beings are even real."
"I read the Beast of Gévaudan was considered to be a deviant class. What does that mean?" Scott asked.
"The deviant class are a group of supernaturals who have abilities or behaviors that give them a different classification than the rest of their group. In the case of the Beast who as you all know was histories most ruthless Werewolf. A creature who killed hundreds simply for the pleasure of it. Who despite being an Omega Werewolf possessed powers and abilities beyond even what an Alpha Werewolf had. His sheer brutality and kill count earned him the deviant classification because his power and behavior was outside the regular Werewolf norms."
Just then the bell went off, letting us know the period was over.
"I want you all to list five supernatural beings for each class. List why they are classified as such and if you think the classification for them is right!" Mani called out.
As Scott and I walked down to the hall something roughly hit me on the shoulder. Jackson moved past me, throwing me one last glare. "See you at practice Stilinski!"
"Oh you will! And guess what Jackson, I am going to swim circles around you again!" I yell at him.
His only response was to flip be the bird.
"Oh real original!"
"Dude, why do you provoke him?" Scott asked.
"Because he is a pompous, arrogant prick who has every damn thing in the whole world handed to him but it is never enough for him! He had Lydia as his girlfriend and treated her like crap whenever he was on his man-strual cycle. His parents did everything they can to make him happy but he is adopted so he had the whole lonely orphan thing that turned him into a murderous lizard. You'd think finding out he is a Hale would make him less of a dick!"
Malia snuck up behind Scott and gave him a peck on the cheek. "He is a dick."
"Isn't he your brother?" Scott asked with a grin.
She rolled her eyes and let out a snort. "Half-brother. He's cool most of the time then he gets sand in his vagina and turns into a whiny little emo. Guy needs to get fucked, might loosen him up."
I didn't know if Malia was so blunt because she was a Werecoyote or because she was a Hale. Unlike the Hales, Malia was a Werecoyote like her mother who was one of the most wanted shifters in North America. Peter sure did get around.
Malia had been put up for adoption by the Hales to protect her from her mother. When female Werecoyotes give birth some of their power is transferred to their kid. Malia's mom wasn't the kind of woman to tolerate loss of power. Even to her own daughter.
Malia lived happily with her adopted family until her real mom showed up, desperate for her power and tried to kill Malia, gunning Malia's adoptive mom and sister down in the process. Talia and the Hales got wind Corrine was back in town and rushed to stop her. They saved Malia but Corrine got away and Malia lost a mother and a sister that day.
She still lived with her adoptive father. Talia taught Malia how to control her instincts and fight. Corrine was still running around out there and Malia would be ready for her. Because it wasn't a matter of if she showed up. But when.
"Peter still grooming him?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes and Jackson is eating it up. He enjoys having Peter show him off at pack meetings. Peter is trying to convince him to become an Alpha."
Scott and I shared an incredulous looks. There was only one way to become an Alpha. You had to kill another Alpha to absorb their power. Normally such an act would get Jackson arrested but since Jackson was a Werewolf—mostly—he could challenge another Alpha and kill them because it was part of Werewolf culture. Yeah, it was amazing the shifter rights human law protected.
Then again the government doesn't care if shifters kill one another, so long as it doesn't get a human hurt.
"Could he even become an Alpha since he is part Kanima?" Scott asked.
She shrugged. "Peter seems to think so. Talia doesn't approve of him encouraging Jackson to murder. Says it would mess up the balance of the local packs."
"Well yeah, murder does cause some concern," I said.
"Jackson won't do it. He may have killed for Matt but that was when he was a Kanima. Plus he is too conceited and narcissistic to be an Alpha."
Yeah. They may be related, but Malia did not hold back on her critique of her brother. One of the things I love about her.
Jackson
I let out a sigh as the water from the shower ran down my back. The water was boiling hot, to anyone else it would have turned their skin red as a tomato. Causing their flesh to blister from the sheer heat. But one of the perks of being part Kanima was a certain resistance to heat.
The Kanima in me loved the warm water. It preferred the hot water from the locker room then the cooler, chlorine water from the school pool.
The rest of the team had left, it was just me. I heard something move behind me, I turned to see if someone had lingered behind but found I was alone. I went back to washing myself when I heard something again.
"Hello!" I called out.
There was no answer. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel and began to dry off. As I rubbed my hair with the towel, I felt something scaly touch my shoulder. I spun around, but found I was alone.
"Who is there!" I demanded.
I took a deep breath. Sweat, water, shampoo, deodorant, hormones. It was difficult to smell anything else. But if someone had been close enough to touch me, I should be able to detect them. If I couldn't smell them than I should hear them. But there was no one else. Just me.
Suddenly, my skin began to tingle, like someone was pouring liquid on my. I looked at my hands and saw the pink flesh was slowly turning into something green and scaly. "No!"
I ran to the mirror to look at my reflection. The scales were growing all over my face and my eyes were starting to glow a pinkish-white color. My teeth were becoming smaller, but sharper.
I was becoming the Kanima again.
"You never stopped being a Kanima," a voice whispered in my ear.
There was a creature behind me. At first I thought it was another Kanima. But its scales were much darker. The eyes were bronze colored, and the pupils were wide. It smiled at me, flicking out its tongue against my ear.
"A serpent may shed its skin, but a snake is always a snake."
I let out a roar and spun around, grabbing it by its neck and pinning it to the nearest locker.
"Jackson what the hell man!"
I stared in shock. It was not some monster I had hold of, but Danny. I quickly let him go and he glared at me as he gingerly touched his neck. "Dude, I have been trying to get your attention. You were staring in the mirror looking like you saw a ghost!"
"Did I have scales?"
"What?"
"Scales, did I have scales!" I demanded impatiently.
"No. Dude, you got your wolf face on."
I felt my face. My brow was more pronounced and I could feel my fangs with my tongue.
"I'm sorry man...I thought I was turning back into the Kanima," I said.
His face softened. "Want to talk about it?"
I shook my head.
Danny sighed. "Jackson, you've never talked about what Matt made you do."
"Because I barely remember it. And there is no point in traumatizing myself over the past."
"Is that what Peter says?" Danny asked.
Danny didn't like Peter. He thinks he is a bad influence on me. But he tolerated him because he was my dad. He liked the rest of the Hales just fine.
"Peter doesn't think it is healthy for me to go digging into my time as the Kanima. I don't want to remember."
"Can't Talia just use her claws to look around your head?" he asked.
"I have had enough people inside my head."
I turned and went to my locker to change. Danny knew about the dreams I have been having. He thinks it has something to do with how I became a Werewolf. The only way a Kanima can become a Werewolf is if they resolve the issue that caused the bite to mutate in the first place.
It was still a mystery how it happened. One minute I am running around as a lizard, then they find me at the river on the shore in my human form and I am a Werewolf. Ever since then I had that damn dream.
"So, Lydia and I were thinking about going to the Jungle with the twins. Want to come?" Danny asked.
"Maybe," I mutter.
Lydia was my ex. We broke up after the Kanima thing. To be honest, I wasn't a very good boyfriend to her. I was lucky she was still willing to be my friend after I was such a jerk to her. She was going out with a Werewolf by the name of Aiden while Danny dated Aiden's twin brother Ethan.
Ethan and Aiden were the adopted sons of Ducalion. One of the local Alphas who had been blinded by a group of Hunters years ago. He along with my aunt Talia—was one of the strongest Alphas in the US.
"Come on man, it's been a while since we hung out," Danny pleaded.
He was right. I have been spending more time with my dad Peter and his family than my human friends. I felt kind of shitty. But I had a lot to learn and Peter was a good teacher. He could be harsh and critical but he helped me master both my Werewolf and my Kanima instincts.
"Fine, when were you going to go out?" I asked.
Danny smiled. "This Friday!"
"I'll be there."
Danny clapped me on the shoulder. "A nice night out is just what you need. When was the last time you just let loose and relaxed a little?"
"Since I became a Werewolf."
"Well shit, no wonder you're so uptight. You need to get your flirt on."
I sighed. "Maybe you're right."
"Too much work and no play makes Jackson a grumpy wolf," he laughed.
I flicked out my claws, letting the venom seep out from the tips. "Keep it up, and I'll paralyze you and leave you in Ethan's locker."
Danny snorted. "Please, Ethan has been wanting to ask you for a sample of your venom for a sleeping beauty fantasy he has."
"Your boyfriend has some serious kinks," I said.
He rolled his eyes. "Please, I've seen how you stroke your tail. It's obscene."
My back tingled as my tail grew out from the base of my spine. I kissed the tip and tickled his cheek with it. "Aww, are you feeling jelly of Jr?" I asked in a babyish tone.
He slapped my tail away. "I agree with Ethan, that thing is disgusting."
"Jackson, so glad to see you."
I hugged Talia as she greeted me at the front door. I returned the hug. Rubbing my cheek against her affectionately. Mixing our scents together. I was lucky to have Talia as both my aunt and my Alpha. She was calm, rational and preferred to talk before she fought. She had a way of making everything seem so simple, no matter how messy the situation was.
I sometimes wondered how she was related to Peter. Hell, I wondered if maybe Derek and Cora were not adopted because they did not get their tempers from her.
"Come with me to the study, I think it is time we talk," she said.
"Where is everyone?" I asked, listening closely and finding no heartbeats besides hers.
"Out. I had Peter go with Michael to help him get some supplies. I felt this talk would go better without your father lurking around throwing sass at every word I speak."
Peter was one of the few people I knew who could get away with giving Talia lip. She was all about keeping an ear open to the opinion of others but she wasn't someone you wanted to get lippy with. She may not have a temper like her son and daughter but she had a look that wasn't a glare, yet made you feel like a deer in the headlights of a massive vehicle.
We headed up to the study. A room with a black, mahogany desk with the triskelle carved onto the surface. I sat down as she reached into her drawer to pull out a paper. "I normally do not butt into the business of my brother. But when I saw this I couldn't help but grab it when his back was turned."
She handed me the paper. I instantly recognized it. A list of names and locations. Packs Peter thought I should target for takeover.
Talia's expression had become more somber. "Peter has always been ambitious. But I never took him as someone who would use his own son to live his dreams."
I put the paper down. A feeling of shame burned my stomach. "Peter just wants whats best for me."
"Jackson, look at me," she said softly. I looked at her. Expecting judgment, or even disgust. Instead I saw only love. "I have no doubt in my mind Peter does love you like he loves Malia. But Peter's idea of happiness has always been power. No matter the cost."
"Peter thinks I could be an Alpha."
"But what do you think Jackson?" she asked. "Being an Alpha is a big responsibility. You would be responsible for the safety and well being of each and every member. It would also fall onto you to make sure they adhere to the laws we must follow, else the Hunters would be sent to your doorstep. To some the old saying of power carrying great responsibility may seem overused. But I have always thought it to be both a great bit of wisdom as well as a warning. There have been times when I have felt weary from my position. Being any kind of leader requires the ability to be selfless and being able to make sacrifices for the good of your people. And I have made many sacrifices for my pack and my family Jackson."
She stood up and walked over to me. Placing her hands on my shoulders. "If you decide to challenge another Alpha I won't stop you. But I won't support you either. Your life is your own, you must decide what is best for you."
"Thanks. I love Peter but he has some seriously high expectations."
She snorted. "I always found his expectations to be rather low."
I laughed. "Why hasn't Peter ever tried to become an Alpha himself?"
"Well, I like to think our familial bond has kept his power lust in check. But I also think Peter would never be really comfortable in a pack that wasn't his family. But I do believe that if you did take over another pack Peter would follow you as your second. I have no doubt he would love his bloodline taking control of a pack. But Peter knows Malia is not ambitious and not easily controlled. Bless her soul. But he senses you are at a crossroads. He hopes to mold you as he see's fit."
"My dad really is a Machiavellian asshole isn't he?"
She nodded her head. "Afraid so. Thank God your sister doesn't take after either her parents."
"I really appreciate everything you have done for me Talia. I know I have caused a lot of problems for you and your family. But you never lost faith in me. Even though I am a mutation."
"The circumstances of your transformation were unfortunate Jackson. But never for a second think you are unworthy of happiness. You have come a long way from that spoiled brat who thought he could have it all."
"Talia...there is something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
I told her about the dreams I had. Of me in the lake, of the aquamarine glow I saw reaching for me. She was quiet for a moment.
"Hmm. Could have been a water spirit of some kind. I know many of the supernatural residents in this county. But I dare not say I know of every kind. Despite the fact we no longer have to stay hidden from the humans. Many of our kind didn't like the fact we revealed ourselves. Some actively stay hidden even from other supernaturals."
"Isn't that against the law?" I asked.
She waved her hand. "Sort of. It's one of those rules the government can never fully enforce because some see it as a violation to our ethnic rights. You can't force someone to confess to being human or a shifter."
"But how could a water spirit turn me into a Werewolf?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I may be a born Werewolf but even I am not privy to all the secrets of the mythic creatures in this world or their powers. But I think the bigger question is why have they decided to remain hidden?"
"Come on Jackson!" Peter roared.
I ducked a blow from Derek and rolled on the ground. My tail whipped out and caught his ankle, causing him to fall to the ground.
"That's right! Use what you got! Honor gets you dead!"
"He's right you know!" Malia yelled.
Derek shot her an irritated look.
"What? If I had a tail, I would use it."
He got up, and we circled one another. Cora and Laura were cheering for Derek, their loyalty strictly for their brother. Malia was more neutral. She didn't take sides, rather she gave credit where credit was due and belittled when someone made a dumb mistake.
Malia and I were very different. It was agreed by all the Hales that I took after Peter. I admit I could see the familiarity. It was odd if I had never learned the truth I might not see the resemblance to Peter. But now when I look I see we have the same jaw, the same smirk.
Derek and I continued to spar, I had gotten lucky with my tail but Derek was older and more experienced than I was. He did not hold back, I had humiliated him using my tail and one thing the Hales were good at were holding a grudge...must be genetic.
He had me in a headlock, his arms tightened around my neck, keeping me in place. I struggled to break free, but he was bigger than me. His weight helped keep me in place.
Then, I heard it again...the voice from earlier.
Jackson.
The noise died. The shouts and growls and even the sound of blood rushing in my ears was gone. So was Derek, he was no longer holding me in place. I was all alone in the woods.
I stood up and looked around, I took a deep breath and only smelled, wood, grass, random animals. I couldn't smell the Hales. I tried listening but I couldn't hear any heartbeats.
Jackson!
I turned around. The creature from before stood behind me. It was taller then me by five inches. It stood with it's legs fused together in a tail that lay coiled on the ground. It was long enough to wrap around me several times. It's nails were long little needle points and venom dripped from the fangs that poked out of it's mouth.
It let out a terrible roar that was more like a high-pitched hiss and it charged at me, moving with incredible speed despite the fact it could only slither on the ground, using its hands to help with its movement.
I tried to run but the fucker quickly caught me, before I knew it I was tangled up in its coils, trying to escape but unable to escape its hold. We wrestled around, I snapped at it with my fangs, desperately hoping to break free.
It was getting harder to breath, I knew how snakes hunted. Wrapping around their prey, asphyxiating them until they passed out and would be devoured whole. I didn't survive being the slave to some camera loving psycho to get eaten by some overgrown reptile!
I bit down onto its tail, blood filled my mouth. The creature roared and thrashed around. Trying to throw me off.
"JACKSON!"
My name exploded in my ear. The wolf in me suddenly went limp with submission at the angry voice of an Alpha. I fell back, aware of two pairs of strong arms pulling me.
Peter and Malia looked scared and angry. The silence that had hung so heavy in the air was gone, now it was filled with movement, heartbeats and angry growls. Laura and Cora were helping Derek up, he was coated in blood
Talia was behind me, holding me, keeping me from hurting Derek. Because I had been attacking Derek, the blood I tasted in my mouth was his. I had been biting his forearm.
"What the hell is wrong with you Jackson!" Core yelled.
"Everyone calm down!" Talia yelled, her tone bordered between the authority of a matriarch and an Alpha. "Jackson, why did you attack Derek?"
"No I didn't!"
"You started to go all Kanima and I tried to ask if you were okay and you attacked me Jackson!" Derek said standing up. He was looking at me with an expression that was part worried and part angry.
Derek and I were not close. He was a hard ass with a chip on his shoulder. But still we were kin and he had helped me a lot to learn to control my instincts. Yeah we fought, but the idea of hurting him made me feel ill.
"What do you mean I started to go all Kanima?" I asked.
"Your eyes went all reptilian and you started to grow scales on your face," Peter said. "What happened?"
I took a deep breath. It had happened again. Just like at the school. Why was this happening to me? What was happening to me! I thought I was done with the Kanima, that I had finally moved on. But I guess it wasn't done with me.
Stiles
I placed my hand on top of the cat. Scott and Deaton watched, Scott with a grin and Deaton with that detached expression that was both polite yet revealed no emotion. Guy must make a killing at poker. I was always very expressive, my mom used to say I wore my emotions on my sleeve.
Regeneration and self-healing was a common power in the supernatural world. It varied with each species. Some being immune to disease and toxins, others could regrow limbs and organs. But the ability to heal others was rare.
Werewolves and Werecoyotes could take the pain of another and Alphas could tap into their spark to save the life of another but it could cost them their status at best and their life at worse.
River Kitsune like myself were one of the few beings that had the natural ability to heal and revitalize others. Some of the other clans could do this but only with time and experience. Each of the clans were a manifestation of nature. Each of us served a purpose befitting our element. The river brings life, soaking the thirsty earth and helping the world thrive.
We could control water and breath underwater like our ocean cousins. But we couldn't control ocean life or summon storms. But do not underestimate us, we may not be as fearsome but we are not to be trifled with.
But our powers do have limits. We can't cure cancer or HIV, a lot of our power depends on any local rivers which is why we guard them so fiercely. This little guy had a tumor removed, I was merely assisting the healing process for him. Making it so when his owner came to pick him up they wouldn't have to pay a fortune on medicine and antibiotics.
The cat began to purr and stood up, stretching his back, he walked over to me and began to rub up against me. "Thanks to you, Felix here won't have to wait weeks for his body to heal. Darla will be delighted," Deaton said.
I rubbed Felix's chin warily, I knew how fickle cats can be. One minute they are adorable little fluffballs and the next they are chewing on your fingers like a saber-tooth tiger.
"What better way to use my powers for good than healing the pets of our fair town," I said.
"You could become a legal healer," Deaton said.
"Yeah, being told who to heal and having people show up at my doorstep begging me for help is how I want to use my talents," I replied sarcastically.
You'd think using magic to heal the sick and injured would be one thing to bridge humans and shifters. But healers were rare, and of course there were all kinds of legalities and red-tape involved. The healthcare laws could really fuck things up. If you didn't have a license to heal and used your powers on a person, you could be arrested as if you performed a surgery without a doctors license.
The whole thing was a nightmare. Even if you had a license, you were only allowed to heal who the hospital authorized unless it was in an extreme case. Even healing minor injuries could get you in trouble. Yet another reason why I kept my nature as a river Kitsune secret.
I would have a lot of desperate people coming to me for help, hard to turn someone away if they are on their knees begging you for help.
Scott walked over and picked Felix up and took him in the back to put him in his cage. "I know how frustrating it is. As a Druid I do not agree with the restrictions that have been placed on healers. All we can do now is work with the system and try and change the way things work."
"Do you really think things can get better?" I asked him.
"Once there was a time you and I would have been killed simply for being what we are. Our world may not be perfect, but as long as there are people who choose wisdom over ignorance there will always be hope and a better tomorrow."
"Sometimes I forget how optimistic you are," I said.
He grinned. "My sister is the pessimistic one."
"Alan!" a voice called out.
Deaton and I made our way to the front desk. Scott came out from the back. Talia Hale stood with her brother Peter, her son Derek and Jackson. I knew something was wrong, they were all tense and Jackson looked angry. Jackson was the kind of guy who hated showing anything less than confidence. Whatever was going on must be bad.
"We need your help," she said.
"Scott, Stiles. If you would be so kind as to leave the building," Deaton said.
He escorted us out, locking the door and flipping the sign to say that he was closed. "Want to go get something to eat?" Scott asked.
"Dude, Talia Hale shows up and Jackson looks like he has seen a ghost. Don't you want to know what is going on?" I asked him.
"It's not like we can sneak back in," he replied.
"Yeah, too bad you don't have enhanced senses," I pointed out.
"Oh...oh."
I smacked my forehead. "Seriously, Scottie. I just can't with you sometimes."
We made our way around the building, trying to be quiet so the Hales didn't hear us sneaking around. Scott closed his eyes and focused. Kitsune senses are a little bit better than a humans, but not good enough where we could track someone or eavesdrop on a conversation.
"Something happened...Jackson attacked Derek...but he doesn't remember doing it," Scott said. "Jackson started to turn into a Kanima...he says it happened at the school. He says he saw a creature. It was like a Kanima, but its color was darker, its legs were fused and it had a-"
"Hood," I spoke quietly.
Scott opened his eyes and looked at me with surprise. "Yeah, how did you-"
I took off, yelling for Deaton to open the door. Scott ran after me. When I got to the front I began to pound on the door. A few seconds later Deaton opened the door.
"Stiles, what-"
"I saw the thing Jackson is talking about!" I yelled. "I was there that night at the river. I saw it and I think it is back for him."
"I believe we are dealing with a Nāga," Deaton said showing us a picture from a book, it depicted dozens of snake-like beings. Some of them with the bodies with snake but human heads, others were serpents with multiple heads. "The Nāga originate in Asia. They are a very old and powerful race of serpentine shifters."
"They are also a class four race," I said remembering today's lesson.
Deaton nodded at me. "Yes. They are very powerful and very dangerous."
"But why is a Nāga coming after my son?" Peter asked. He leveled me with a cold glare. "And why the hell didn't you tell us sooner!"
"Well, why didn't you guys tells us Jackson was a Kanima?" I retorted. "Seriously, I was freaked out. One minute I am enjoying a nice swim in the river, then I am being attacked by some snake monster and saving another snake monster who turns into your walking-personification-of-privileged-white-boy-son. But by the time every thing had settled down I didn't think it was important."
"You didn't think it was important to tell me I had been attacked!" Jackson growled.
"Hi, welcome to Beacon Hills where monster attacks are a normal Monday," I snarked.
"Why would a Nāga be targeting Jackson?" Derek asked.
"Nāga's are kings of the serpents. They have the power to control reptiles. Both the mundane ones and the supernatural. Since Jackson is part Kanima that puts him under its influence."
"What does it want with me?" Jackson asked.
"Nāga's have a history of enslaving serpent shifters to do their bidding. To some you would be a rather exotic pet. Hybrids like yourself are very rare after all."
"Well how do we find it and kill it?" Peter asked.
"We don't. Nāga's are extraordinarily dangerous. They have a plethora of weapons that make them one of the apex shifters in the supernatural world. A single Nāga can decimate a whole pack with ease."
Peter slammed his hand on the table, causing a dent to appear. "I will not lose my son to some filthy snake!"
Talia placed a calming hand on Peters shoulder. She looked to me, her eyes inquisitive. "I want to know how you were able to break Jackson's curse. Kanima's can only be become Werewolves if they are able to overcome the internal chaos which caused their mutation."
I hadn't mentioned I had kissed Jackson to help him breath. I couldn't bare the embarrassment of confessing to kissing Jackson.
Luckily Deaton came to my rescue. "I believe Stiles healed Jackson, being in the river helped increase his healing powers."
"You're one of the river clan?" Talia asked.
Jackson began to laugh. "No wonder you're such a good swimmer! I knew it was because you were a fox!"
"Oh fuck you Jackson! Like your performance hasn't gotten better!" I yelled at him.
"Perhaps we should return to the discussion of the Nāga," Talia said. "Is there some way we can keep it from affecting Jackson?"
"For now, we must keep an eye on him. If need be, we may have to detain him using mountain ash. In the mean time I will make some calls. My knowledge of Nāga is limited, but I know of a Rishi who lives in Santa Clara who might be able to help."
"Shouldn't we also go to the police about this?" Scott asked. "This is a form of assault, messing with Jackson's head and forcing him to attack people."
"Problem is this isn't a physical assault. It's metaphysics," Talia explained. "Without solid proof there won't be much the authorities can do. Some might see it as Jackson merely having issues with his control and they might try to have him confined."
"I can talk to my dad, if a Nāga is causing problems he should know," I said.
"Thank you Stiles. I know Noah is trustworthy. He has lived here his whole life, he knows how deep the supernatural world runs. He has always been a friend to our kind."
The Hales left and when I went home, I immediately got out all my bestiaries which I have collected over the years and pulled up as many websites as I could find and began to study Nāgas.
They are native to Asia and play a prominent role in several cultures. Even today they are revered as guardians of lakes, rivers and wells. They are said to bring fertility to both the land and can even give a barren woman the ability to birth a child. The females are called nāgin or nāgini (now I know where J.K. got that name from!) and from what I have read they can be good guys or bad depending on the story you hear.
Like Deaton said, they are considered to be one of the apex shifters. Only other class four supernatural beings can threaten them and the United Hunters Associations website they are considered a very dangerous threat and should only be hunted by professionally trained Hunters with top grade weaponry and never alone.
Their exact numbers are unknown, but reports indicate the females lay dozens of eggs. They are said to stop aging at a certain age, some believe they are cannibalistic. Others say they live in another world separate from ours.
They have an infamous and legendary rivalry with another race called the Garuda. Ironic as according to the Mahabharata the Garuda and the Nāga started out as cousins. Both were descended from the sage Kashyapa. His two wives wanted children. One wanted many, the other a few. The former laid hundreds of eggs and the other laid two. One of which became the sun gods charioteer, and the other was Garuda.
Long story short Kashyapa's wives made a bet, Garuda's mom lost and he and his mother had to serve the winner and her kids. Must have been a bitch to have to follow the orders of thousands of people. Eventually Garuda got tired of being their bitch and asked how he could free himself and his mother from slavery. The Nāgas told him to bring them the elixir of immortality, amrita, hoping it would make them immortal. Gaurda went to the heavens and stole a gourd and brought it to the Nāgas.
He laid it on the grass to prove he had accomplished his goal and they released him and his mother from their servitude. But Garuda was clever, years of slavery had caused him to grow a huge grudge against his cousins and he knew Indra, the king of the gods would arrive soon. So he convinced the Nāgas to perform their religious ablutions before they drank the amrita.
They went off to do their duty and when Indra showed up Garuda flew off and Indra took the gourd. When the Nāgas came back they licked the amrita off the grass which is why snakes have forked tongues. Ever since then the two races have been at odds.
The more I read, the more dread I felt. Nāgas were one of the few shifters to enjoy being celebrated, they are worshiped as gods in some parts of Asia. How do we fight something like this? A being that can summon a storm.
But why do I care? Jackson wasn't my friend. Most of our lives we have fought...mostly...I mean there was a time when we did play. Believe it or not Jackson was a nice kid. I even went to a few of his birthday parties. But then puberty turned him into a raging asshole...or did it?
He didn't become a jerk until after he found out he was adopted.
Still, what does it have to do with me? Jackson has the Hales to look after him. He doesn't need me. He is always going on about how he doesn't need anyone.
What a liar. He played the role of cocky, arrogant, brat perfectly. But like all stereotypes he wasn't what he appeared. Truth was he was more insecure and vulnerable than he liked to admit.
Jackson was a lot of things, but to sum him up in one word he is...complicated.
Jackson
I was sitting at my desk, looking at the screen of my computer looking up everything I could about Nāgas. There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I said closing the screen.
Dad poked his head in, his face scrunched up. "What is that smell?" he asked.
"It's darbha grass. Deaton's contact suggested I burn some. It's supposed to help dispel negative energy and protect me from the Nāgas influence. Got if from a spice shop in town."
Peter told me not to tell my parents. He didn't think they needed to know because they would just complicate things. He was always saying things like that.
"They won't understand Jackson. It's the only way you can become an Alpha. To kill another Alpha. They are just human."
They won't understand Jackson. You're a Hale, not a Whittemore. They are not your family."
"Don't tell them about the Nāga Jackson. They will complicate things, best they stick to their own business."
I ignored his advice and told them. They were freaked out, wanted to go to the police. We explained why there would be nothing they could do, but Talia was going to talk to the sheriff about it.
Dad came in, closing the door behind him. I could smell he was afraid. Not of me but of the situation. "Just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Well, aside from having a giant snake trying to come after me I am doing fine."
"This is all my fault," he sighed.
"How?" I asked.
"I should have hidden those damn papers better. If you never found out until you were older you never would have felt like you didn't belong. That wouldn't have screwed up your transformation and you wouldn't have to be going through this now."
"Come on dad, don't think like that."
"But it's the truth. We were going to tell you Jackson when you were older. You shouldn't have found out like that. We've always loved you Jackson. It was supposed to be our job to protect you and now all this is happening."
"Dad stop!" I yelled. He looked at me in shock. I never yelled at him or mom...everyone else yes but never them. "Dad I love you, and mom!" his mouth opened in surprise. I haven't told him 'I love you' in a long time. "I was always going to become a Werewolf. Who's to say I still wouldn't have become a Kanima. I just...please don't feel bad. Not because of me."
He walked over and put his hands on my shoulders. "I just feel like we let you down Jackson. We swore we would always love and protect you. But you always seem to be suffering because of our mistakes."
"I didn't handle it well. But that wasn't your fault. I cut myself off from you and mom. I had convinced myself that I didn't belong. That you guys didn't love me. That I wasn't who I really was. That's why I became a Kanima. It is all on me dad...not you."
Dad smiled. "God Jackson, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say this."
I had a good idea. I could smell his joy. It made me happy to know dad was happy. My parents have been going through a rough time because of me. It is one of the reasons why I have been getting therapy from Miss. Morrell to help me deal with my issues.
She was a druid and sister to Deaton, the Hale emissary so she could be trusted with our secrets. It wasn't easy for me to open up at first. I had to confess my sins, lay bare my weaknesses and talk about my time as a Kanima.
The only reason I am not dead was because it was a well known fact Kanima's need a master. They are instruments of vengeance and are controlled by their masters. If I had still been a Kanima I would have been shipped to a special reserve in the south for Kanima's, but becoming a Werewolf kept me from that fate.
Still can't believe I owe Stiles that blessing.
The next day at school I was in Morrell's office. I had requested an emergency meeting. She took time out of her schedule to listen to me talk about the Nāga and the revelation that Stiles had been the one to help break the Kanima curse.
"How does that make you feel?" she asked.
"Which bit?" I asked. "The part where a snake monster is trying to kidnap me or the part where Stiles freaking Stilinski who is a River Kitsune saved me and turned me into a Werewolf."
"Let's focus on the Nāga and get to Stiles later," she suggested. "A creature that can get into your head must be a terrifying thing. You had one person in your head before. Now this creature has the ability to control you like mad did. Once more you face being the servant to another."
"I looked up Nāgas. Most of what I read are legends and stories. There isn't much on the real thing. But if even half of what I have read about them is true, I don't know how we are going to stop this thing."
"Everything has a weakness Jackson. Even creatures like the Nāgas. The Hales have long defended this town from threats. They will keep you safe. Now, lets talk about Stiles."
"What about him?"
"You talk about him a lot.
"No I don't!"
Her tips pulled back into a soft smile. "Either you're lying to me. Or you really don't know."
"Know what?"
"You talk about him a lot. His performance during swim practice."
"I knew he was too good, he's a River Kitsune but I have to admit he does have a nice form."
"How he always dresses like he just grabbed random cloths from his closet."
"He's pure chaos! I don't know how he can have such little value of his own appearance."
"All the curly fries he eats."
"He needs to eat something else, no wonder he is so damn skinny!"
"How funny he looks when he holds his pencil in his mouth."
"He looks like such a goofball!"
"How he talks a lot."
"Well if he wasn't so damn smart he wouldn't speak a lot. Lydia is the same way."
"Now you find out he cured you of being a Kanima."
"Well he made like...95% of a Werewolf. But still I guess I do owe him."
"Don't you think it is funny that in all our sessions together you have found a way to speak about Stiles?" she asked.
The expression on her face was the same one Lydia gave me when she was trying to give me a hint.
"Well, he is around a lot. We go to school together and are on the same team."
"Yet you don't speak about the others on the team or any of your other peers. Do you perhaps have feelings for Stiles?"
"Yeah...rage."
She gave me a dry look. "You know what I mean Jackson."
"I know what you mean. But I think you are wrong."
"Oh?"
"Of course. I don't have feelings for Stiles Stilinski. He is an annoying spaz who is so clumsy that he can't even walk through a door without falling down!"
"And why do you think it is you keep talking about him?" she asked.
"Because he's...he's...Stiles."
"And what does that mean to you?" she asked.
"It means nothing, he is nothing!"
"Then why do you talk about him so much?" she asked calmly.
"I am not in love with him!"
"Jackson, I never said you loved him."
I froze.
"But you said-"
"And that is all for today. I think we should pick this up in our next meeting. I think it is important for you to look deeper into your relationships with others. Accepting feelings of love or affection isn't bad and it can help keep you from backtracking to old habits."
"Really, you're going to just leave it there?" I asked feeling annoyed.
I left her office feeling angry. I didn't love Stiles! I didn't! I've known the little shit since we were kids. He's always getting involved in other peoples business! He's a know-it-all and he talks and talks and talks and-
"Jackson!"
"Jesus!" I yelled
Stiles ran in front of me, putting his hands on my chest and keeping me from moving. "Glad I found you. Come on!"
He grabbed my hand and began to pull me down the hall. "Where the hell are you taking me!" I asked.
"Library! I think I found a way to catch the Nāga!"
Stiles
After dragging Jackson into the library where Danny, Lydia, the twins, Cora, Malia and Scott all waited I pushed Jackson into a chair. I reached into my backpack, pulling out the book I had found in the mythological section. The library had a bitch of a time keeping books categorized between myth and other books based on fact when the supernatural was involved.
Don't even get me started on the nightmare about the religious section.
"Okay, so now that I found lizard boy-I ignored the growl that came from Jackson's mouth-we can begin operation Save-Jackson's-scaly-ass."
Aiden raised his hand. "Yes?"
"Why am I even here, I don't even like the guy."
"Most of us don't but it's either help us or listen to Coach talk about why we should always use condoms with a Werewolf because of all the amount of sperm their balls have."
"Why the hell did they decide to put him in charge of sex ed?" Cora asked with a scowl. "Seriously, my grandmother does a better job at explaining sex. Seriously, I had half a mind to file a complaint when he told that story about how he lost an erection when he let the Vampire suck his blood."
"Yeah, I'll just stand right here," Aiden said.
"Is this about the snake thing trying to sell Jackson on the black market?" Ethan asked.
"I told you it is trying to enslave him, not sell him on the black market," Danny chastised.
"You told him?" Jackson asked with indignation.
Danny shrugged. "I was hoping he might know something that could help us."
"And I am going to tell you all what I told him. If there is a Nāga involved, we need to steer clear of it. Aiden and I have heard stories about these things and trust me, you don't want to fuck with them."
I snapped my fingers. "People, I think I have a solution to our problem!"
"You mean Jackson's problem," Malia said.
"Love you to bitch," Jackson hissed.
"When this thing takes you I get your half of the inheritance," Malia said with a nasty smile.
There was no real heat in her words. Malia was worried about Jackson, but it seemed to be a Hale trait to hide their real feelings behind sass and aggression.
"Guys! I know how we can find it!" I yelled.
I put the book on the table and opened it up to the right page. "There is a story about an emperor named Janamejaya who wanted to avenge his father who died by a snakebite. He then decided to perform the Sarpa Satra. The snake sacrifice."
I showed them the back and white picture showing a group of men sitting on the ground around a roaring fire while snakes fell from the sky into the inferno.
"The priests sang hymns which drew the snakes into the fire, it reached genocidal proportions. But a young sage named Astika was able to convince Janamejaya to grant him a boon and end the sacrifice and brokered a peace between the remaining serpents and the emperor."
"You want to use this to find the Nāga," Lydia said with realization.
"Dude, that's too much!" Scott said, looking like I had just suggested we kill his first born son.
"Damn Stiles, didn't think you were so hardcore," Aiden said looking at me impressed.
"Would this affect Jackson?" Cora asked. "And what about other serpent beings in town?"
"We are not doing this!" Scott said angrily. "This is murder!"
"I mean...if we just kill the Nāga that is one thing. But I don't mind snakes," Malia said.
"Oh for the love of...guys, I am not saying we start the next mass genocide! Jeez! I think if we can find out what hymns they used we could use them to find the Nāga!"
Everyone made an "Ohhh!" expression.
Seriously, did they really think I would resort to mass murder!?
"I am afraid that wouldn't work," a voice spoke. I turned around to see Miss. Jyoti standing behind me, a solemn expression on her face. "Those hymns have been lost to time. If they still exist, they are closely guarded."
"How do you know what we were talking about?" I asked.
She smiled. "You were not being very quiet. As Harris loves to point out in the break-room."
I knew he was talking shit about me! I thought to myself.
"I have come to apologize and offer my help. I fear I-"
Something went flying past me. It slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. "Jackson no!" Lydia screamed.
Jackson had his claws buried in her side, Half his face was covered in scales and his eyes were like a Kanima's. "Beloved, how I have missed you!"
The voice that came from his mouth was not Jackson's voice. It belonged to someone else. Someone wicked and hate filled.
"Kiran!" she hissed, her eyes were bronze colored and a pair of thin, needle-like fangs protruded from her mouth. She pushed him off, the wound where his claws had been buried oozed blood but the wound quickly began to heal. She tried to get up, but it was clear the venom was taking hold of her nervous system.
Aiden and Ethan merged into their super form and wrapped their arms around Jackson, holding him in place. Malia and Cora surrounded Jyoti, growling at her menacingly.
"You're the Nāga!" Cora growled.
"No, you don't understand!" she tried to say, barely able to move.
"Guys, Jackson tried to attack her!" Scott yelled.
"So what?" Malia snarled.
"If she was controlling him why have him attack her? Jackson could have easily killed Stiles before turning on us!" Lydia said.
"You can't run from me!" the voice roared from Jackson's mouth. "I will make you suffer for what you did you whore!"
"Can someone give us a hand here!" Ethan/Aiden said, struggling to keep hold of Jackson while avoiding his claws.
Malia walked over and decked Jackson right across the face. Knocking him out.
"Malia!" Scott sighed, his shoulders slumping.
She shrugged, and we gathered around Jyoti.
"That thing controlling Jackson, you called it Kiran. Who is he?" I asked
"He is my husband. And he wants me dead," she said sadly.
By the time Jackson woke up the venom had started to wear off Jyoti. She sat down on one of the chairs. Telling us her story. Lydia had locked the door to the library to give us some privacy. Corea, Malia and the twins stood close to her, I noticed they all had their arms crossed, I did not doubt they had their claws out, waiting for her to make a wrong move.
"Many years ago when I was young, my family married me off to a Nāga named Kiran. He came from a wealthy and powerful family and took a liking to me. He was...very abusive. He would complain about how I didn't dress beautiful enough, but when I wore my best dress, he would become enraged and accuse me of trying to draw the attention of other men. Nothing I did pleased him, he had his good days, but they were far in-between his bad days. I had no on to turn to. My parents encouraged me to bare his wrath for the sake of our families prestige. He liked to keep me isolated, only letting me accompany him festivals with his kin. Even then I was not allowed to leave his side and could not speak to anyone."
"You managed to escape," Lydia said, a tone of sympathy in her voice.
"It was...more complicated. While he slept I managed to sneak off. I didn't know what to do. I was so afraid of him. So miserable. So alone. I prayed to the gods to end my suffering. Then Ratan appeared. I had heard stories of the Garuda, but never seen one face-to-face. Our two races had been killing one another since before I was born. I knew he meant to kill me. But I was not afraid. I fell to my knees and held out my arms, waiting for him to end my suffering. I believed the gods had answered my prayers. I was glad to welcome death to free me from my life. But my actions drew his curiosity. He wanted to know why I didn't try to run. I told him of my plight. And he made me an offer to come live with him in his village. I accepted. We faked my death, using torn bits of my clothing with some of my blood to make it look like I had been killed. Then he took me in his arms and we flew to his village. I'll never forget the feeling of safety I felt. I knew he would protect me. I was happy with my new life. The people were kind, and I made many friends. In time Ratan and I fell in love and we were going to marry. But Kiran found us. He killed the villagers and fought Ratan. Ratan died trying to protect me but Kiran didn't come along. He brought his kin and members of my own family. For leaving my husband and bringing such shame to my people I should have been killed. But Kiran wanted me alive. He was made with rage. He wanted me to suffer. I had brought him such shame, consorting with our sworn enemy. I was stripped of everything, no Nāga clan would offer me help of any kind. I was an outcast. Doomed to spend my days having Kiran follow me, bringing down his vengeance on me for all time."
"He must have been the one I saw at the river that night," I said.
She shook her head. "No. That was me. Over time I learned how to hide from Kiran. That night I was looking for Jackson, I had heard reports of a wild Kanima running around and wanted to help put a stop to it. I was in the middle of trying to reverse the curse on him when you showed up Stiles. I saw you heal him and realized you were merely trying to help protect him."
"Yeah, sorry about all that," I said rubbing the back of my head feeling awkward. All this time I thought I was some hero, saving Jackson from a monster when really I just got in the way.
I always liked Jyoti. She was one of the nice teachers so I felt bad about attacking her. Now if she had been Harris...well.
"Why didn't you tell anyone you are a Nāga?" Danny asked.
"Kiran always finds me. When I build a new life, he shows up to ruin it. Killing anyone I have formed a bond with. I chose this place to hide because of its high population of supernatural beings. But he always finds me. I was hoping to spare people the danger of knowing me."
"So your ex is using me to try and hurt you?" Jackson asked.
She nodded. "Knowing him he would have used you to frame me for any murders you would do under his command. Turning the people against me. He has done it before."
"If this is all true, you need to talk to my mother," Cora said. "We can help you end this. End him."
She shook her head. "No, I can't. People have tried to help me before and...I just need to run. He won't stay here if I-"
"Fuck that shit!" Lydia spat.
We all stared at her in shock. Lydia was not one to curse. She usually left that to riff-raff like us.
She walked over to Jyoti, grabbing a chair so she could sit in front of her. "I am not familiar with the customs of your kind. But traditions or not, it is bullshit for any civilization to expect a woman to endure such abuse."
She took her hand in hers. I saw Aiden tense a little.
"My grandmother loved men and women. Back in her day people were not so accepting of of such things. When she was my age her parents sent her to a camp for people who needed to be reeducated. But she made friends there. They supported one another, comforted one another. Because when women don't stick together we let the pigs win Because men like your husband live to prey on women because they can't stand to see us happy. And there is a special place in hell for women who don't help each other in times like this. I refuse to let a misogynistic filth come into my town, screw with my friends and torment you all for the sake of his fragile ego."
"You don't know me? Why would you wish to help me?" Jyoti asked.
She looked up at the wolves. "Has she lied?"
Ethan shook his head. "No."
"Could she be lying?"
Aiden shook his head next. "Her heartbeat hasn't skipped a beat. But it has sped up at certain parts of her story. She hasn't been trying to control her heart rate and her scent has been consistent as well."
Lydia turned her eyes back to Jyoti. "I had a dream last night. It was dark out and there were huts on fire. People were screaming and being attacked by Nāgas. I saw a woman holding the broken body of a man with large talons. Another Nāga stared down at her with a look of pure hatred. He spoke to her, but I don't know what he said. The woman stood up, her face was covered by a veil and she ran off into the night. That was you, wasn't it?"
Jyoti nodded. Looking stunned. "I knew you are a Banshee...but you can actually see something that happened so long ago?" she asked.
"My girl is amazing," Aiden said with a proud grin.
"Well duh, anyone who knows Lydia knows she is the greatest," I said.
Lydia smiled, enjoying the praise. "It's time you stopped running. Let us help you."
"I am a Hale, my family protects this territory and its people. If what you say is true, then it is my duty to help you," Cora said.
"No question here," Scott said with a warm smile.
"Always wanted to fight a Nāga," Aiden replied with a cocky grin. "Imagine how great it would be for our street cred if we kill one!"
"I won't be much help in a fight but if there is anything I can do, let me know," Danny said.
"This thing wants to use me. I won't be someones slave again. Plus you are one of my favorite teachers," Jackson said giving her a smile that made me feel warm and fuzzy.
"Ditto. I can't let this schools greatest teacher be bullied," I said.
"What do you say Malia?" Scott asked.
She gave him an incredulous look, as if she couldn't believe he just asked her that. "Fuck that snake!" she growled. "I am going to rip his dick off and shove it up his ass!"
"Alright then, lets bag us a snake."
We ditched school to go speak with Talia. Jyoti told her what she told us. Talia believed her and agreed to help her put an end to Kiran. We her testimony we were able request the assistance of the American Hunters League. No one was thrilled at the idea of bringing Hunters in on this but we were dealing with a class four supernatural being.
Luckily dad has a Hellhound on the force. Jyoti revealed that Nāgas have a weakness to fire. It was one of the few things that could kill them. But she also warned that Nāga venom was capable of killing a Hellhound. Parrish wasn't afraid. In fact he was itching for a chance to roast Kiran. Having grown up in the foster system he had lived with a family or two where the men was abusive to their wives. Jyoti's story struck a nerve.
We don't know where Kiran is, he is doing a good job at hiding. The officials are trying to keep it quiet, so not to cause a panic. If people find out, there is an evil semi-divine snake slithering around there would be chaos.
"He could be hiding in plain sight," Jyoti said. "My kind has the power to hypnotize people. He could break into someones house and convince them he had always lived there."
Peter had doubted her claims until she made him dance around making clucking sounds like a chicken. After that he kept his distance from her.
So far Kiran had yet to make his move. Deaton got hold of his sage friend who was on his way here to help us deal with Kiran. Once he arrived, he would not only be able to help us find him, but kill him as well.
I was at school, using my free time to practice swimming. As I made my way to the deep end Jackson appeared wearing his swim trunks. "Getting some practice in?" he asked.
"Always," I replied.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Course not."
He jumped in, a moment later his head broke past the surface of the water and he swam over to me.
"So why did you keep it a secret?" he asked.
"What?"
"Your clan. I mean we all knew you were a Kitsune."
He looked curious, a slight frown on his face. It wasn't the usual harsh scowl he wore. It wasn't often Jackson wasn't irritated about something, though after the whole Kanima thing with Matt he mellowed out.
"You know how it is with shifters on sports teams. Most schools still keep them separated from human teams or don't allow them to play at all because there are not enough shifters to even things out. Beacon Hills is very liberal minded and has a large supernatural population that the schools here mix the teams. But if people found out I could breathe underwater we both know there would be an investigation and I would be kicked off. You almost had to quit because being part Werewolf and Kanima made people think you had an unfair advantage even over regular shifters."
"It is kind of unfair you can breathe underwater," he said with a smirk.
"Yeah well I want to swim!" I said hotly.
"Easy, I wasn't trying to be a dick."
"I know...it's just a touchy subject for me. Swimming is one of the few good things I am at. I am not a warrior or a fighter, I'm not charming or super good looking. I am not popular or rich. I am a Kitsune but I am clumsy. You'd think having enhanced reflexes would make me like some kind of ninja, but it just seems to make me more accident prone."
"You're smart. Smarter than me. Almost as smart as Lydia. I always liked that about you. People take one look at you and think you are dumb because of how spaz-y you are. But I know you're a low-key genius."
Either I just pissed in the water or I was feeling very warm at all the praise Jackson was throwing my way. I have never heard him speak to me so...nicely.
"But I get what you mean. Things are still at that awkward phase for the supernatural and humans. I mean, gender and racial equality is still a big issue. Shifters like us are just a major complication."
"Do you miss being human?" I asked. "I didn't get my power until I was thirteen."
"I thought Kitsune are born with their powers?" he asked.
I shook my head. Kitsune are regular foxes who have managed to live like a hundred-years and evolve into spirits, or are someone who has a Kitsune parent and a human parent. For the ladder they are born human and develop their power when they come of age. Werewolves were just humans who gained wolf powers. But you didn't answer me, do you wish you were human still?"
He was quit for a moment, I could almost hear the gears in his head turning. "So much has happened to me. Finding out I was adopted, then finding out my real mom had an affair with Peter, then the shit that went down with Matt, knowing I killed people. But for all the bad there has been some good. I love the Hales, even Malia. And I am finally in a better place. I am getting therapy with Morrell and it has helped me with my issues."
"I didn't know you were going to her?" I said.
He shrugged. "Don't want people to know. Still working on some insecurities you know?"
"I'm happy for you Jackson. You can still be a dick but you're not mean like you used to be. Your calmer, more controlled and you are a better captain for both lacrosse and swim team now. You don't criticize so harshly now."
"I was projecting. I was so obsessed with being the best. I felt like if I wasn't surrounded by people who were amazingly talented then it affected me. So I would drive people to an impossibly high standard. I was a real shit to my friends. It was wrong for me to let my insecurities control me."
"Wow, you really have changed."
The look he gave me was hopeful. "You think?"
I nodded. "Yeah. You have opened up and are facing your flaws and trying to make up for them. The Jackson I knew never would have shared all this with me."
He looked happy at this knowledge. "Good. I want to be a better person. I know Peter wants what is best for me but I don't think what he wants for me is good for me."
"You mean how he wants you to take over a pack by killing the Alpha?" I asked.
He sighed. "Malia?"
I nodded.
"Love her but she really does talk too much."
"I know more details about Scott's sex life because of her than I care to know," I said with a wince.
"Me to," he replied giving his own little wince. "Peter has all these dreams and ambitions for me. But I don't want to be an Alpha. God only knows how that could affect the Kanima in me. I could be a second maybe, I am good at telling people what to do. But not like that. It bothers me how Peter talks about killing so nonchalantly, like it isn't a big deal. He says it happens all the time. That we are Werewolves."
"I think he is projecting on you. Peter was a star when he was our age and he was always ambitious. I think he is projecting that on you his own dreams and desires. Sometimes our parents want what is best for us, but not what is good for us."
"Talia said something similar. I haven't even known him a year but I don't want to disappoint him. Is that dumb?"
I shook my head. "We always seek our parents approval. We want to make them happy. He is still your dad."
As we had spoken we had made our way to the shallow end, sitting down on the steps. We sat close to one another, our thighs touched, neither one of us tried to move, if he was still human that might be different, but he was a Werewolf now (with a bit of Kanima) and I was a Kitsune. Our kind were tactile.
"You've always led the life you wanted Jackson. Don't let Peter convince you to do something you don't want to do. I know he is slick and charming. But he didn't raise you, the Whittemores did. They love you and I think you should think about what they have taught you."
He was quiet for a moment. "I haven't told them. They were already still freaked about the whole Kanima thing and Matt using me. Then this shit with the Nāga happened and if I tell them about Peter's plans they might snap. My dad was seriously considering moving us to London after Matt. I'm already a killer, but I don't want to be a murderer. I mean, the snake I will kill. But I don't want to do it if I don't have to."
"Have you talked to anyone else about this?"
He shook his head. "Can't exactly talk to many people about how my dad wants me to take over a pack. Talia thinks if I did Peter would want to be my second in command, so we could start a new Hale pack."
I wouldn't put it past Peter to do that. Power will always be at the top of Peters list if he could use his own kids to do it he would. Guy would totally be one of the Lannister if he was in Game of Thrones...no, scratch that, he would totally be Littlefinger.
"Enough about Peter and his villainous ways. We got a snake to worry about right," I said trying to distract him from the topic at hand.
"Did you really break my curse?" he asked.
Well shit, the tables have turned.
"You mean that night?" I asked. "I guess."
"How?"
"Well...I thought Jyoti was hurting you. After I blasted her with water, you were sinking underwater and I grabbed you."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
I knew what he was going to say even before his eyes narrowed, I had felt my heart skip in my chest. "You're lying."
"I am not!"
"Then you're not telling me the whole thing!"
Panic began to well up inside me. How did this happen? One minute we are having a rare heart-to-heart now my biggest secret is at risk!
He put his hand on my shoulder, firmly, but not aggressively. "Stiles if there is something you are not telling me I want to know!"
"Why?"
"Because I have a right!"
"I saved your life what more-"
"Stiles please just tell me!"
"I kissed you!" I yelled, my voice echoing my shame throughout the whole room. "You were drowning. and I panicked and I kissed you to help you breath I felt something happen and you turned into your human form and I dragged you to shore!"
I was breathing heavily after having confessed what happened. His arm slid off, a look of surprise on his face. "You kissed me?"
"I can breathe underwater. I used to do it with Scott when we would go swimming when he would start to need air I would simply breathe it into him."
His lips pulled back in a smirk. "You kissed McCall?" he began to chuckle. "I knew you were gay for each other!"
"It wasn't like that!" I hissed, feeling my ears turn red.
"So who has better lips? Him or me?"
"...You do."
"Damn right."
"So...you're not mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"Because I am me...I mean, we don't exactly have a good history. I figured your would be ashamed to have been kissed by me."
He shook his head. "I told you I have been trying to change. You saved my life and somehow you broke the curse. How?"
"It's like Deaton said, river Kitsune have powerful healing abilities. Not just physical stuff like cuts or illnesses but also spiritual ailments. We represent life, shifting and flowing through the land bringing vitality. Just like how the void Kitsune represent chaos and darkness or the Celestial represent light and order. I wasn't trying to heal you, but being in the river and full of panic caused me to act on instinct."
"I did feel different when I work up, like some weight had been lifted off me. Could that have been you?"
I shrugged. "Maybe, I might have purified your chakras. Not something I know how to do but like I said it was all instinct. Since your identity crisis was what was causing the spiritual dilemma, maybe I helped ease your mind."
"So you made me a better person?"
I shook my head. "You made you a better person Jackson. You chose to see Morrell, you chose to better yourself. I just helped get rid of some of the bad stuff in your head."
You really are amazing Stiles. I am sorry for all the years I spent putting you down I—he took a deep breath—I was a selfish bastard. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could have told you how amazing I thought you were."
"You really think I am amazing?" I asked.
He looked at me. For the first time in our lives I felt like Jackson was truly seeing me as something more than the sheriffs spaz-y, blabbermouth son. His face began to move closer to mine, his hand snuck around my waist to bring me closer.
"I think you are everything a guy like me could hope for."
Before I could ask him what he meant his lips were on mine. It was gentle, sweet, soft and delicate. All sensual lips evenly timed apart, making the warmth I felt spread.
He stood up, leading me out of the pool and to the showers. I didn't need an enhanced sense of smell to know what he intended. Gym had been canceled today because coach had gotten a sinus infection. No doubt Jackson would lock all the doors with the keys to the locker room in his office so no one would interrupt us.
Knowing Jackson, I would pity the fool who would be unlucky enough to walk in on us.
The water was warm enough to be comfortable, but I was too busy kissing Jackson to care. As I predicted once we got in the locker room he ran to Coach's office and grabbed the keys and locked the door. Then he led me to the showers and now here I was with his lips against mine.
It felt so good, like something I had been waiting for, for a long time. He pulled back and hooked his thumbs in his swim shorts, pulling them down his legs and kicking them off into the corner.
I haven't seen him naked since that night. He was just as perfect. Hard-cut muscles and sharp features. He looked like a painting of an angel from some Renaissance-era painting come to life. All he needed was a toga and a pair of white wings and he could be an angel of God.
His lips pulled back into a smirk and his eyes boiled over with lust, turning electric blue. Suddenly he was a fallen angel, ready to indulge in sin and fornication and I was helpless to resist.
He got on his knees, pulling my shorts down. Before I could say anything he took me in his mouth and I cried out, banging my head against the wall. Fuck! How is he so good with his mouth?
"You've done this before," I stated, because there was no question about it.
"After Lydia and I broke up, I decided to give guys a try. I've always been attracted to men and women and wanted to see what it would be like, one of the perks of being a Hale is you get a lot of people who want to sleep with you."
"Can I blow you?" I asked.
He froze, with half my cock in his mouth. He pulled off, licking the underside of my shaft as he did. "Sure. Got a little surprise for you though."
"What?" I asked.
He stood up and the smile he wore was too devilish, it made me feel a little intimidated. I had a lot of memories of that look, not all of them were good.
"Watch this," he said. He cupped his dick. Movement at the base of his cock caught my attention. I watched in amazement as a growth began to form, growing in length and girth until a second penis had grown over the first, matching it in size and shape.
"Holy shit!" I said feeling my knees grow weak. I looked at him, the expression on his face was beyond smug. "You can grow a second dick!"
"Perk of being a Kanima. You know how born Werewolves have a knot?"
I nodded. Bitten Werewolves were not so lucky. Being a born Werewolf meant you had a little extra something that affected your physiology. Men had knots and women never hit menopause.
"Well, Kanimas can grow two dicks when they fuck. Found out when I was experimenting with men. When word broke out, I can grow an extra cocks the size queens almost rioted over me. And to answer your next question, yes I also grow knots."
"I wasn't going to-" I stopped when he gave me a look. "Alright I was going to ask about knots...whats it like, having two dicks?"
His eyes rolled up in his head. "Fucking amazing. I have one in my left hand and one in my right, then I bust and grow my knots. Seriously spent almost a whole day experimenting."
I shuddered at the image of Jackson on his bed, naked, coated in sweat, his body glistening with fluids, erupted from his cocks.
"You really are a Gary Stu you know that?" I asked with a needy sigh.
He walked forward, still cupping his cocks. "Think you can handle them?"
"Lean against the wall," I instructed him.
He did as I instructed, walking past me and leaning his back against the wall. Water cascaded down his body, running down every line in beautiful little rivers and flowing off both his dicks. He looked at me with his usual cocky smile. He knew he was beautiful. His arrogance wasn't wasted purely on his ego. Jackson knew he was a beautiful bastard
"So I got to ask, did you ever blow McCall too?" he asked.
I walked up to him, kissing him gently on the lips before I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "No, I was too busy dreaming about you shoving your cock down my throat."
I smirked when I heard the gasp that escaped his lips. Guess even Jackson can be taken by surprise.
Sliding to my knees I quickly went to work on both his cocks. I wasn't kidding when I said I spent a lot of time fantasizing about sex and Jackson. The guy was a walking wet dream for men and women. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Jackson with two dicks.
Guy really was a Gary Stu.
Despite what Jackson said I have never done anything sexual with Scott. The kissing had been merely for us to experiment with my powers. But that didn't mean I was unfamiliar with sex. I had lost my virginity to my friend Heather, and I had fooled around with Jared a couple times. Guy may be quiet, but he was into some freaky shit.
It was odd to see two cocks grown out of one mans groin. But already my mind was racing with the possibilities. Being a shifter could make ones sex life complicated but also very...unique. Kitsune are spirits, beings who are more magic than mortal beings. But other than the psychological effects the fox instincts have on us we don't have knots or double-dicks, but that doesn't mean we don't know how to use our magic to spice things up. I secretly bought a book for Kitsunes that has taught me how to be an aquaphiliacs wet dream; no pun intended.
Speaking of which, time to show Jackson a few of my tricks!
I focused on the water, willing it to move to his groin. Soon his dick was trapped in a water-bubble and I held my hands over it's surface.
"I thought you were going to suck my dick not wash it," Jackson said with a frown.
I smiled and began to move my fingers. He gasped and his whole body began to tremble. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Want me to stop?" I asked a mockingly sweet tone.
"Don't you fucking dare!" he groaned, thrusting his hips out.
"You Werewolves and Kanima's aren't the only ones who have gifts when it comes to sex. Learned this from a book. It was written by a group of Kitsune sex guru's who explored the art of love using the elements we control. I learned to use water to pleasure myself. Didn't you ever wonder why I was sometimes all red faced during swim practice?"
"During practice?" he asked with a gasp. "In the school pool? In front of everyone!"
I grinned. "Oh yeah. Got off a couple of times while you were yelling at me. I had the water tickle my balls and caress my hole."
"Jesus, you're a fucking freak!"
There was no anger in his words, in fact he was looking at me with a rather proud expression. I grinned at him and continued to manipulate the water around his dick.
I noticed movement below me, Jackson's tail had grown out and was moving beneath me. "I liked to experiment as well. Care to guess what I used my tail for?"
There was no need to ask, I struggled to maintain the control I had over the water as I felt the tip of his tail probe my entrance. I knew what he was going to do. I eased my muscles and looked him in the eye. "Why don't you show me?"
Never one to step down from a challenge Jackson pushed into me, the tip of his tail slid in easily. It became harder to focus on moving the water around him while he had his tail in me, but I had a trick up my sleeve. I gather more water and when it was the size of a basketball, I pushed my head in.
I heard Jackson curse outside the bubble, his image was a blur. I wondered what it looked to him with my face inside this sphere, how it felt to have both the water and my tongue pleasuring him.
He had eased a bit more of his tail into me, stretching me out, getting me ready. It felt like all these years of sexual tension was finally being unleashed. All the sass, arguments, lip and fights had been building to this.
I went back and forth between his cocks, licking from the bottom of the first and all the way to the tip of the second, the bases had swollen, not a full knot, more like a sign that it was ready to swell.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the bubble. I looked at him, wondering if maybe he was having issues with Kiran. "I'm about to blow!" he warned.
I continued to pleasure him with the water, feeling grateful for his warning. When he came the water developed a milky white color, I let it fall away, revealing that both his tips were still gushing a steady stream of cum.
"You weren't kidding," I said.
"I can go again. Always had a quick refraction time. Are you stretched out enough?" he asked.
He gave his tail a twitch, and I moaned, my own cock was throbbing, with need. "Can you put one of them away?" I asked nodding to his junk. "We are going to need a lot of lube and prep if I am going to fit both of them inside me and we don't have time for that."
"You want me to DP you?" he asked looking shocked.
I smiled. "Are you kidding? The idea of putting both those monsters in me is hot as hell. But I need more time. Fuck, if only I was a time Kitsune!"
"In another life maybe, but don't worry. We have all the time in the world."
His second cock pulled back into the base, it didn't get pulled into his body, nor was there some slit it crawled into. It was just reabsorbed back. Shifters really were a bizarre lot.
"All I need is one to ruin you," he said.
He pulled his tail out of me and helped me up, we kissed again and he led me out of the shower, leaving it on and taking me to the nearest bench, I climbed onto his lap, latching my mouth onto his and rubbed our dicks together.
"Fuck, is this really happening?" he asked.
"Do you want it?" I asked.
"Oh yes. Do you?"
"Damn right."
"Good. Wanted you for so long. Need you so bad!"
I raised my hips, waiting for him to to place himself at my entrance, when I felt him push past my cheeks I began to sit down, he stopped me before I could get him in me. "Easy now. I opened you up, but we didn't use lube. I don't want to hurt you."
Warmth blossomed in my chest. The look in his eyes, it was protective, firm. He was genuine about wanting to keep me from hurting myself. He wasn't willing to sacrifice my comfort just for his pleasure.
Slowly I began to sit, he kept his hands on my hips, keeping me from just dropping down on him. It was a tight fit if we ever were going to do the DP thing I was going to need more prep and lube. But that was for another day.
Right now I had his cock fully sheathed inside me, he filled me up so perfectly. I brought my hands up to touched his cheeks with my fingertips.
"I'm in you," he whispered.
"Yeah you are," I spoke, wrapping my arms around his back and resting my forehead to his. "Does it feel good?"
"Better than I imagined," he said planting a soft kiss to the corner of my lip.
We picked up a steady rhythm, hum lifting me up to let me fall back down. I hugged him close, burying my face in his neck as he plowed into me.
"Want to knot you so bad!" he growled.
"Next time, promise!" I mewled as he began to stroke my cock.
"Gonna make you feel so good! Knot you with both my cocks, wrap you up in my tail and keep you forever!"
Part of me wanted to argue. DP was one thing. But being double knotted sounded hot in theory, but even I couldn't get myself that loose.
Jackson stood up, holding me by my hips, he thrust forward, using his knees to give a bounce to his movement. I could feel my orgasm approaching, judging from the way his thrusts were picking up he was getting close as well.
"Back in the shower Jackson!" I told him.
He carried me back to the shower, the water was still warm and with how sensitive my skin was it felt nice to feel it caress my skin, I used my power to make the water cascade around out bodies, rubbing us like liquid silk. Jackson had me against the wall, his cock buried deep in me as far as he could go when I felt the warmth coat my insides. I soon followed, coating our stomachs only to be washed away by the water.
He held onto me, staring into my eyes, his eyes glowing an electric blue. I know he hates this color. The eyes of a wolf who has taken innocent lives. I cursed Matt, hoping Peter made his death painful in the end. He used Jackson. Kanima's were instruments of vengeance but Matt had gone overboard. Instead of killing the people who wronged him he used Jackson to kill anyone who got in his way.
It seemed unfair Jackson should have these eyes when he couldn't even remember doing it. When his own nature compelled him to obey the will of another. The universe really could be cruel sometimes.
"That was amazing, almost popped my knot."
"Next time," I said. I let the water fall down our bodies, carrying my seed into the drain.
"I love how you keep saying that," he said with a smile. "It means you want this to happen again."
"I wouldn't mind if. But next time I will make you work for it. I am not just some booty call you know. I need to be winded and dined."
He smiled, I knew it all to well. That cocky, confident smile Jackson wore that dazzled the masses and made your heart flutter.
"Oh I'll work for it. But I should warn you, I bore easily."
I tightened my muscles, making him groan. "Somehow I think I have the advantage here." Something hard and warm slid against my cock. I looked down to see Jackson's second cock had reappeared and was pressed against mine at the tip.
"Being a hybrid has some serious advantages," he replied smugly.
I sighed. Fucking Gary Stu.
Jackson
I held Stiles hand as we drove to my house. I offered to drive him home since his jeep was getting some work done on it. I felt so damned happy. Stiles was finally mine!
Morrell was right, I did like Stiles. I always have. I was the stereotypical bully who picks on the person he likes. But I was blinded to the truth by my own ego, what we just did...I didn't deserve it. I have been so cruel to him over the years, how can he stand to even let me touch him?
We pulled into my driveway. I was supposed to spend the night at the Hale's tonight and needed to grab some things. Kiran had yet to try and use his power to control me again thanks to the darbha grass I had ingested. But we had no idea how powerful he was or what else he could do so we decided I should spend my nights with the Hales.
We sat in the car, just holding hands and looking at one another.
"What are you thinking about?" Stiles asked with a shy smile.
"Of all the ways I am going to make up being a jerk to you for all these years," I replied.
"Well, you're off to a good start."
"I mean it Stiles. I really do care about you and I want this—I motioned between us—I want it to work for the both of us. I don't want to earn this. You make me happy but I want to deserve it."
"Everyone deserves happiness Jackson. You can't make yourself think you don't."
"I had every reason to be happy but I pissed it all away!"
He gripped my hand tight. "Then don't piss it away now. You have a second chance Jackson. Don't waste it on things you could have changed or done differently. You-"
He paused, his eyes staring off to the side, slowly turning to a frown. "Why is your door open?"
I turned to follow his gaze. The front door to my house was open. My moms car wasn't in the driveway but my dads was. I focused my hearing, closing my eyes and letting the sound in the air. I could hear the distant sounds of our neighbors moving in their homes, the birds in the trees, but I could only detect silence in my home. No movement, not even a heartbeat.
Something was wrong.
I got out of my car, Stiles followed me inside. Part of me expected a crime scene. Furniture overturned, pictures on the floor with their cases cracked, but there was nothing amiss. Not a single thing was out of place.
"No one is here," I said. I took a deep breath. I could smell my parents, but there was something else. Something...not human.
I pulled out my cellphone and dialed my dads number. I heard it ringing in the kitchen. We found it laying on the table next to my dads briefcase.
"I'm going to call my dad," Stiles said.
"Wait, my mom is calling!" I said as my cell began to ring. I swiped the button and answered it. "Mom! Where are-"
"Hello Jackson," a male voice said. He had a heavy accent. I remember hearing this voice only a tad deeper. "Your parents can't come to the phone right now. If you wish to see them again in one piece, I suggest you do as I say."
"Don't you fucking hurt them!" I growled.
"Don't threaten me mongrel!" he spat. "You're going to bring me my wayward bride."
"Jyoti?"
"Don't speak her name!" he roared. "She may be a traitorous whore but a filthy half-breed like you doesn't deserve to utter the name of a Nagini!"
"What have you done with my parents?" I demanded.
"When I realized you had found a way to protect yourself from my influence, I decided to collect you myself. You were not home, but your parents were. It was easy for me to take control of their mortal minds. It was so easy to make them submit to my superior will. Perhaps I will make your father beat your mother to death, or maybe I will make your mother skin your father alive."
"Don't!" I pleaded.
"Presume to give me a command again half-breed and I will make them suffer!" he hissed.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I will send you the address when you collect the bitch. Do not anger me boy."
He ended the call.
"Damn it!" I yelled.
"Kiran has your parents doesn't he?" Stiles asked.
"He says I have to bring him Jyoti, and I can't bring anyone else or he'll kill them!"
Stiles was quiet for a second. "If we take her to him, there is no guaranty he will let you and your parents go. We can't face him ourselves so...what if we change the rules?"
I looked him feeling puzzled. He had this look in his eyes like he just had a good idea. I have seen that look many times over the years. Stiles methods could be suspect but often got the desired results.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Alright, Kiran is an obsessive misogynistic psycho. He's been chasing Jyoti for centuries just to make her suffer because she left him for a Garuda. He wants to make her suffer. But what if we offer him a trade?"
He reached into his pocket. "I got a plan. Do you trust me?"
His thumb hovered over his contact list. Part of me was afraid. But there was another part that knew better than to underestimate Stiles.
"Always."
Jyoti stood, gazing off into the darkness as I held the gun to her head, waiting for her husband to arrive.
"I am sorry for all this," she spoke.
"It's not your fault," I told her.
"So many years I have spent running. After tonight it will all be over. I wish things had gone differently though."
"Yeah...me to."
I had sent Kiran a picture with me holding a gun to her head. Warning him that the bullets were laced with mountain ash. Nāga are difficult to kill, but not impossible. One of these in her brain would kill her. He had called, threatening all kinds of tortures he would unleash on me if I hurt her.
He wasn't afraid for her. He hated her. Because she defied him because she was brave enough to leave him. Men like Kiran have fragile egos. This I know all too well. He wanted her to suffer for her strength and will. All these years of chasing her, making her life hell. He wanted her to live so he could keep on punishing her, making her feel weak and helpless.
That's why he wouldn't let her die. The plan was he would bring my parents and I would hand her over and he would leave me alone.
At least that's what he thinks the plan is.
We were waiting at the river where I had awoken after becoming a Kanima. It was late, we had needed a place far enough where he would feel safe and keep anyone innocent from getting involved. All we had to do was wait for Kiran to show up. Luckily we didn't have to wait long.
The wind began to blow and clouds began to form in the sky, I could smell the rain preparing to fall. I knew right away it wasn't natural, the sky had been clear but a moment ago "He's here," Jyoti said with a note of fear.
He came walking past the trees with my mom and dad. They walked behind them, each was holding a gun. Kiran was a few inches taller than me with brown skin. He had thick, black hair and angry, narrowed eyes. Derek could look scary but this guy could make you piss your pants. The rage he projected was staggering. I felt like I was looking at a literal time bomb that could go off at any second.
He wore a simple pair of faded blue jeans and a tan colored shirt. He was barefoot, and I noticed he seemed to be having some difficulty walking. No doubt he wasn't used to walking on two feet.
"You dare lay hands on my wife?" he demanded.
"It was easy, I went to her house and pumped her full of my venom. Took a lot, but I was able to take her down."
His gaze traveled to Jyoti, she flinched and looked away. "You let this half-breed get the better of you. You are a disgrace to our people!"
Stiles and I had gone to her house and told her the situation and our plan. She had agreed. She was tired of running. Tired of people dying because her husband didn't know when to give the fuck up.
"Let my parents go!" I yelled.
"At arms!" he yelled.
Mom and dad raised their guns, pointing them to the others head. "Give me my wife, else your parents brains will splatter all over the ground."
"No!" Jyoti walked forward, glaring at Kiran. "I refuse to let any more people die!"
Kiran began to laugh, it was a mocking bellow that made me want to rip his throat out with my teeth...huh, must be genetic.
"You refuse?" he asked struggling to find air. "All these years you still haven't realized you have no choice!"
"I have always had a choice Kiran. My family raised me to be the perfect obedient bride. I tried to be the perfect wife. But you were just a pathetic worm!"
Kiran clenched his fists in anger, I could hear his knuckles pop.
"You dare speak to me like this!"
She stared at him defiantly. "I do more than dare! I speak the truth! You were never a man Kiran. You were just a spoiled brat who was never taught any manners. You were insane with jealousy and spite, the only reason your parents wanted me to marry you was because they knew no woman from your cast would have you. So they took me, a Nagini from a lower family because they knew how eager my parents would be to be elevated. They knew what you would do to any other bride they chose. So they took the poor girl and offered me to appease your darker urges!"
"They took you from the dirt and raised you above all others! Wretched viper, you paid our generosity with deceit!"
"I gave you what you gave me Kiran! Ratan was more of a man than you could ever hope to be! He was kind, gentle, he knew how to treat a woman in every way that matter. And he was a far better lover than you! I still remember feeling his hands on my body, inflaming my desires with his words which were sweeter than honey!"
He was about to pop, his scent had soured with pure hatred, I felt like the hair in my nose had singed. I never imagined a being could be filled with such black rage.
It was all part of the plan, keep him distracted while the others got ready. Waiting for the signal.
"I am tired of running from you, I will not spend the rest of time hiding from a pathetic, miserable creature like yourself. I am strong Kiran, stronger than either one of us imagined. I wish I had learned this sooner. But one thing I learned while I hid from you was the power that resides in me. The power pigs like you fear and try to squash with abuse and spite."
Her eyes became reptilian, glowing like bronze fire. Mom and dad began to sway, lowering their arms.
"What are you doing!" he demanded turning his head to look at them.
"Freeing them from you! You didn't think I was being idle all these years did you?"
My parents dropped their guns. Mom began to cry and dad grabbed hold of her and they began to run. Kiran let out a hiss and was about to go after them but I fired my gun three times, hitting him on the back.
He spun around, two needle like fangs protruded from his mouth. "That won't kill me fool!"
He was right, the mountain ash would slow him down but it wouldn't kill him. He went to chase after mom and dad again but he froze when he saw who was emerging from the woods. The Hale pack, accompanied by the McCall pack as well as a few dozen deputies and Hunters strolled out. Mom and dad were taken away to safety.
"You are under violation of the Paranormal Accords! Stand down or we will open fire!" Chris Argent called out.
"It is over, your reign of terror has ended!" Talia yelled.
Kiran began to laugh. "Fools! All of you! Did you think I came alone? Did you think I would fall for such a juvenile trap? I knew the boy wouldn't just obey me, not when he has so many friends and family to turn to. Luckily my time in this town has been well spent!"
"You can't charm as, we have protection from your mental powers," Stiles dad yelled.
I saw Stiles standing next to Scott. His eyes glowed orange, looking up at the sky. Was he waiting for it to rain? It wasn't like he was going to need to fight, not with all the others present.
"Foolish mortal, true the herbs you have protect you from my gaze now. But I have met many of this pitiful towns protectors a few times."
"Oh no, he's already charmed them!" Jyoti yelled.
"Slaves, protect your master!"
What happened next was chaos. The shifters, the Hunters and the deputies all turned on one another. Gunfire erupted in a deafening roar. Kiran charged at me, I fired my gun but he dodged it, and spat in my race. I didn't know Nāga's could spit venom. My eyes burned and I dropped the gun. The last thing I heard was Stiles screaming my name before I was being pushed into the river and dragged to the bottom.
Stiles
We underestimated the Nāga's power to hypnotize people. We should have guessed he could have been able to plant suggestions in a person to manipulate them at a later date. All this time we thought he had been bidding his time, waiting to make a move against Jackson or Jyoti, but he had been slithering around, using his power to manipulate the people we would turn to for help so they would fight for him.
I had to get to Jackson, I saw Jackson get hit in the face by Kiran's venom before he got pushed into the river. I was sure Jackson's eyes would heal, hopefully Nāga venom didn't impede his healing. Cobra venom could cause permanent blindness. I hoped Nāga venom could be cured.
There was a sudden, bone chilling scream, Lydia was fighting a group of deputies, sending them flying back. Ethan and Aiden had fused and were fighting Laura and Derek. Talia and Peter were going at it, Cora and Malia were fighting some Hunters.
I saw the Whittemores hiding behind a tree, looking terrified. Jyoti was able to free them from Kiran's control but with everyone running around there was no way she would be able to free them unless she could look them in the eye. I couldn't even tell who was being controlled and who was just defending themselves.
"Look out!" Parrish shielded me from a volley of bullets. He turned around and let out a roar, a wave of heat shot forward, heating the guns the humans were using. But it left them defenseless. Scott pounced on my dad he was about to claw his face off but Talia's husband Damian pushed Scott off, he went to offer my dad a hand to help him up but dad socked him in the face.
"Stiles, we have to break Kiran's hold on them!" Lydia called.
"Use your power!" Jyoti yelled. "You can heal them!"
"I don't have any water!" I called back."
She raised her arms, and the wind picked up, a moment later it began to rain. I wasn't sure if I could do it, but I had to try. I raised my arms, mimicking her posture and let the fox in me act. I felt my power travel through the water on the ground, through the puddles that were quickly forming that people were standing in.
Healing one person could be tiring. Healing this many was a bit more taxing. But I was a river Kitsune and drew power from water. Eventually the fighting stopped, one by one they all settled down and looked around in confusion.
I lowered my arms, feeling tired. But I couldn't stop. Not now.
I quickly ran for the river, kicking off my shoes and taking off my jacket and shirt I jumped into the river. I felt my body tingle as the water re-energized me. I don't know how long Jackson has been down here or what Kiran has been doing to him, but I pray he is okay.
Jackson was floating near the bottom of the river, he wasn't moving. I began to swim to him but movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Kiran had transformed. His legs had fused together to form a long tail and his hood was drawn, his scales were dark and his eyes shined in the dark.
He was faster than I thought he would be, but I was in my element and managed to dodge him before he could get his claws on me. I swam to Jackson, using the water to propel me forward.. I grabbed him and looked for Kiran, he was swimming right for us, his mouth open impossibly wide with his fangs sticking out. But then something slammed into him, another Nāga...Jyoti.
They wrestled around, blood began to cloud around them as they clawed at one another, and as much as I wanted to help her I had to help Jackson first. I swam for the shore, hauling him up. The others rushed over to us. The Whittemores were with them. Jacksons mother was crying, two deputies had to hold his father back.
I pulled the water out from Jackson's lungs and threw it to the side. He began to cough and gag. I placed my hands over his face, healing the damage Kiran did with his venom. Thankfully it worked. Opening his eyes, Jackson focused on me and smiled. "You saved me again."
"Where are the Nāga?" Argent asked.
"Jyoti fought Kiran to give us a chance to escape," I said looking back to the river.
"Something is coming," Peter said.
"Where's your guns?" Jackson asked.
"Melted," Argent said giving Parrish the stink eye.
We backed away from the pond. Parrish and the shifters stood in front of us, waiting.
Jyoti emerged from the pond, her scales were a lighter shade of bronze than Kiran's. She dragged him with her, both of their bodies were covered in bloody gashes, I noticed a syringe was sticking out of his side. She dropped him to the ground and raised herself over him, I would say she stood but she didn't have any legs. Just a tail.
"Kanima venom?" he asked with indignation.
"A little donation Jackson gave me before we came here. Mixed with a few other powerful tranquilizers. Just in case things went bad."
"It won't hold me for long!" he hissed.
"Long enough!" she raised her hand. "This is for Ratan you bastard!"
"You can't kill me! I am your husband! I am your master!"
"You are my nightmare! And your reign of terror over me is over!"
She stuck her fist right into his chest, pulling out his still beating heart she opened her mouth wider than any human ever could and swallowed it whole.
Kiran stared at her in outrage then the life faded from his eyes and he stopped moving. It was finally over.
Later that year
Jackson and I sat next to each other, our legs in Lydia's pool. We watched as the twins and Scott and Danny wrestled in the pool. Ethan was on top of Aiden's shoulders and Danny was on top of Scott's.
"Are they trying to play the game or make out?" Jackson asked as we watched Ethan and Danny play.
"Jesus Ethan, this is why I wanted to be on top!" Aiden yelled as Ethan grabbed Danny and began try and pull him close to make out with him.
"That's what I told him last night," Danny said.
"Oh my God he's growing a boner!" Scott yelled.
Jackson and I chuckled as Scott and Aiden struggled to get Ethan and Danny off of their shoulders. Lydia walked over to Cora and Malia with some lemonade. They were watching the guys with various expressions of amusement.
After Kiran died things finally began to settle down. Jyoti was still in Beacon Hills. She was fired when word got out she was a Nāga. She had lied on her application and said she was human. She decided to move on, now she was an active supporter of the MeToo movement. Her story of centuries of abuse made her a hero to many. She travels around speaking to women about abuse and how they can find the strength to move on and defend themselves.
Kiran's body had been sent back to his family in India. They were not to upset he was dead. His psychosis made him the black sheep of the clan and they were relieved he was never coming back. Jyoti's family has not tried to contact her. She was still seen as a traitor and disgrace to many of her kind.
But not all of them. Other exiled Nāga have been contacting her. Those of her kind who like her dared to love someone who wasn't one of their race or wanted to live unbound by their peoples ancient and outdated rules on class. This year the Hales would be hosting one of the largest gatherings of Nāgas and if things go well Beacon Hills might have it's first Nāga colony.
I was happy for Jyoti, she never imagined she would find a place among her kind again. That the word home would mean something more than just a temporary residence. Though she is no longer our teacher we keep in touch, always happy to offer a hand if she ever needs it.
Jackson was still going to therapy. He had a talk with Peter about how his plans for the future didn't involve murder and becoming an Alpha and if Peter wanted to be a part of his life he needed to make peace with that. Luckily Peter wanted to be Jackson's dad more than he wanted to be his second in command and begrudgingly agreed.
I had been invited to dinner at both the Hales and the Whittemores along with my dad. Jacksons parents loved me, saving their son made me their new favorite person.
"I'm just so happy my baby found a nice young man to take care of him," his mother had said as she gave me a warm hug.
Jackson and I were doing great. Some times he lapsed back into his old habits but he was always quick to apologize. He really was trying to become a better person and I was proud of him for that. I also loved all the gifts he loved to buy me. My book shelf was quickly filled with the latest graphic novels. He even helped pay for Roscoe's repairs, I hated having him do it Jackson refused to allow me to ride in it unless it was fixed by a professional.
I never thought Jackson and I would be like this, together and happy. He really has come a long way from the bully he once was. Jackson said when we graduate he wants to work with kids. Help make sure that orphans were lucky to find a good home like he was and to help make sure no one went through what he did.
It hit his popularity to be my boyfriend. But it was a testament to how much he has changed because the old Jackson would have never sacrificed his public image for love. It made swim practice problematic as Coach had to pry us apart many times. Now that we were having sex I couldn't keep my hands off him, especially when he was in that speedo. Also I couldn't help resist messing with him so when Jackson was in the water during practice and suddenly began to turn red and struggle to speak no one knew it was because I was fondling him with the water.
Turns out Jackson didn't mind an audience.
I rested my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and he whispered in my ear. "What do you say we join them in the pool?"
I grinned. "Let's sneak in and pull the shorts of Scott and Aiden."
Jackson chuckled. "God, I love how you think.
Fusedtwilight: So a few things. First this chapter deals with subjects of spousal abuse. I am a supporter of the MeToo movement and have had women in my family who have suffered physical, verbal and sexual abuse. So to anyone who is or did suffer from such a thing, this chapter is for you. If you are in an abusive relationship seek help from friends and family. Abuse and love do not belong together.
Second, next chapter is Corey and time Stiles!
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