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🐺 Old Flames: Chapter Two

Old Flames: Juniper Camden died, but now she is back. After being revived by the supernaturals of Beacon Hills, Juniper is in for a heartbreaking whirlwind of ‘What the Hell Do I Do Now?’. Her boyfriend has twenty five years on her and a family of his own, she was declared dead years prior, and yet June still looks like the twenty year old she was before she disappeared. What is a girl to do? Avoid Christopher Argent at all costs.

Warnings: Peril.

To Note: Chris Argent x NAMED!FemReader.

Word Count: ~6.1k

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The Mendoza’s had told you that waking up from the spell would be like waking up from anesthesia. One moment you were locked in a deep sleepy state, and the next you were finally recalling things and able to function normally. Blinking your eyes as the sleepiness rapidly faded, you stared up at a white ceiling.

The Mendoza vault didn’t have white ceilings, had you been moved? You sat up and winced slightly at your stiff body. How long had you been laying in the vault waiting for the Mendoza’s to come to a treaty with the Argent’s? Looking down at your body, you noted that you were still wearing your black corduroys and blue blouse, the combo you usually wore when running errands for Gerard. At least that was something familiar.

Still getting used to moving your limbs once more, you slowly shifted yourself so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. While you were running a hand through your hair, you thought about everything the Mendoza’s had told you about the supernatural world, and about the family of my boyfriend.

Werewolves. Hunters.

It was all so strange, but at the same time, it made sense. The Argents ran a private security business and dealt with firearms. They could easily incorporate a hunting lifestyle into that, and by teaching you how to handle a gun, you were being taught the basics of hunting for when you would eventually marry into the family and learn about who they truly were.

All that time you had spent at the range with Chris, he had been honing your skills to shoot, and potentially, kill, a supernatural. But at the same time you could only remember pure enjoyment of sending time with Chris, being at the range hadn’t felt like training. You just got to spend time together, though sometimes things got a little too handsy when he was correcting your posture. In your defense, you were both still quite young.

You were finally feeling better that you were willing to risk getting to your feet, so carefully, you shifted your weight back to your feet. Standing up, you further looked around at what had to be a bedroom, and one you didn’t recognize. Had the Argents picked you up before you had woken up? Things also looked different and new. Maybe they had a weird style no one had seen before?

Rubbing your neck, you ventured for the door and opened it, not a hallway you recognized either. Just exactly where were you? Your ears picked up voices, so you did the natural thing and followed the sounds to a more open room. Upon emerging from the hallway, you blinked in confusion at the small group of teens that were lounging around talking to each other. Heads snapped your way and eyes went wide, and giving each person a careful look, you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“Where am I?”

You were handed a glass full of amber liquid as you stared blankly at the far wall of the Hale loft. Your entire body was filled with small shakes as your brain very slowly comprehended the words you had just been told. It had been shocking when you had learned about the supernatural and the Argents… but this? This was devastating.

“You’re supposed to drink that…” Your eyes flickered up to the teen that had spoken and you briefly gave him a scowl before raising the glass your nose was wrinkling.

“I just woke up from being asleep for twenty-five years and you are giving me alcohol?” You questioned as your eyes darted over to the dark haired man who looked like he scowled a lot. You think he told you that his name was Derek. “I’m not even twenty-one yet…”

“It will help with your nerves, trust me, drink,” He told you, his green eyes boring into your own. You felt like muttering underneath your breath about the absurdity of it all but in all honesty, you really needed to calm down and collect yourself. You took a sip, ignoring the slight burning sensation it caused your throat.

“So the Mendoza’s are dead…” You quietly murmured out as you lowered the glass back to your lap. “I really thought that— it really doesn’t matter does it, I never really knew them…”

“My uncle Peter found you in the Mendoza Vault, how’d you end up there and under that spell?” Your fingers tapped the glass in your hands. Peter was his uncle? You didn’t know Peter very well, but the Hales had always been a prominent family in Beacon Hills.

“The Mendoza’s took me as a bargaining chip against the Argents, or a means of protection so to speak. They wanted to talk to the Argents without the risk of being straight up killed.” You explained with a soft sigh. “They only wanted to live peacefully and had no intentions of ever hurting me. That how I found out about who the Argents really are, and about the Supernatural. Clarissa, the Alpha’s mate, told me they didn’t know how long it would take to talk things out with Gerard so they were going to have their emissary put me under that spell so I wouldn’t be just sitting around twiddling my thumbs. It would be like blinking. I guess Gerard never had any intention of negotiating with them.”

“The Mendoza’s were wiped out by the Argents. It’s presumed that Gerard lied to Chris and the others about what had happened to you.” Derek replied as his brows furrowed. “The Argents live by a code, they don’t hurt supernaturals that don’t hurt others. Except for Gerard, he just wants all the supernatural dead.”

“So you’re saying that he used me as a reason to kill them all?” You questioned, that terrifying thought echoing in your mind. “I’m why the Mendoza’s are dead?”

“No, Gerard is the reason, he just used you as a means to an end.” Derek told you. “This is all on Gerard, not you, not Chris, not anyone else, Gerard.”

“Chris,” You breathed out, your eyes briefly closing. “I don’t even want to know what he had to go through because of that lie. Have— have you told him? Does he know about me?”

“You could say that,” One of the teens, Isaac, answered. “Peter called Chris after you were brought here, he knows you’re alive… or at least not dead.”

Your grip on the glass tightened until your knuckles were straining against your skin. Chris… he had to be what… in his forties now? You could not go back to the way you were and you didn’t even know if he wanted to be near you, or try to at least be friends again.

“Right now I think it would be best if you learned to live in this century.” Derek spoke up. “Identity mess aside, things have changed since 1990, it’ll take you time to acclimate.”

“I don’t have anywhere to stay, I don’t have an identity, money, a legal education, a place to live… what am I supposed to do?” You questioned Derek. “I’m— I’m no one.”

“That’s where we come in, we can get you everything you need to start your life again. But for the time being, you can stay with Lydia, she has room and her mom is never around.”

“Am I supposed to know who Lydia is?”

“She’s the local Banshee,”

The local Banshee… of course…

“This is the guest bedroom, which will be yours until the packs get everything settled. You don’t need to worry about my mom coming around and finding out about you, she’s never around, and even if she does… well, she won’t care.” You stared at the red head wondering just how out of touch her mother was to literally not care who her daughter brought home.

“Does your mother not care what you do?” You questioned her in confusion. Lydia shrugged before shaking her head.

“No, not really, it has its pros and cons, but I’ve gotten used to it.” You were a little put off at how nonchalant she was being with her absent parent, but decided it was best not to push her any further about the subject. Lydia looked you up and down before taking your wrist and pulling you to her own room. “Since you don’t have anything to wear, you can borrow some of my clothes, we’re pretty close in size I think.”

While you looked around her room and took in the twenty first century, Lydia started digging in her closet. You were half listening to her mumbles as you ran your fingers over the keyboard of a super sleek laptop that seemed to be a quarter of the thickness of the rare laptops you had occasionally seen. The world really had sped ahead in technology, you wondered how long it would take you to catch up…

“Do people still wear jeans?” You questioned while looking at the textbooks stacked on Lydia’s desk. “Because I am not exactly the fanciest of people, my parents raised me on goodwill and church donations.”

“We still wear jeans, but I have just the thing for you to wear to make you sure cute.” Lydia said as she pulled out a black dress with a pink flowers printed all over it. It had a sweetheart neckline with soft flutter sleeves and a loose skirt that would would fall mid thigh. “Now combine that with my beige booties and a sun hat? You’ll be perfect, except I need to do something about your hair and makeup.”

“I’m not a doll you know,” You reminded her, Lydia just gave you a half hearted shrug before throwing the dress onto her plush bed and diving back into her closet.

“You might as well be, I don’t get very many chances to play with Allison…” Lydia trailed off at the mention of Allison.

“It’s okay, you know, to talk about her,” You spoke up, turning away from Lydia’s desk to take a seat on the bed next to the tossed dressed. “I’m not so ignorant to not believe that he moved on and had a kid. But I would like to know about her, we’re bound to come across each other at some point.”

“True, but I think you are wrong about the whole moving on thing,” Lydia replied as she emerged from her closet. “I might not know what your guys relationship was like, but Allison’s dad is definitely not over you.”

“It’s been twenty-five years.”

“And I know a man still in love when I see one. His reaction was more than enough evidence…” She quipped back before setting the beige bootie she had mentioned on her desk and planting a hand on her hip. “So tell me, how good are you in heels?”

“I’m decent,” You told her before eyeing the booties once more. “And those look like they have a thick heel so I should be fine. Can you tell me what Allison is like?”

“Smart, clever, has beautiful dark hair, needs to get a long term boyfriend…” Lydia trailed off while tossing her strawberry blonde hair to the other shoulder. “I think you two will get along.”

“Are you saying that because I was in a relationship with her father… or because it is the truth?”

“You seem pretty chill, Allison is also chill, you’ll get along fine. Now change, there’s a Lacrosse game this afternoon and you are going.” Lydia Martin had spoken, and you figured that it was probably best to just go along with her.

Peeling your outdated clothing off your body while Lydia went and did something in her bathroom, you pulled the dress on over your head and pulled your hair from the neckline. It felt nice on your skin, flattered your body, and was surprisingly comfortable. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice how ashen you looked.

You guess spending twenty-five years sleeping in a vault did that to one’s complexion. Lydia poked her head out of her bathroom with a flat iron in hand.

“Good you’re dressed, that means I can work on your hair.” It was at this point you figured out Lydia was using you as an excuse to play dress up. “So the boys are playing Devonford Prep, total hotties, but we are still cheering for Beacon Hills.”

“Then why mention the other team and their aesthetically pleasing looks?” You asked in confusion as you adjusted the wide brim sunhat you were wearing. Until you got your identity sorted, everyone wanted you to remain incognito. Wearing a hat helped to obscure your face.

“Why not? They’re hot and fun to look at, especially when our boys know we’re watching.” Your eyebrow popped up in understanding.

“Do you normally make them jealous on purpose?” Lydia gave you a pink smile before pulling you from your seat in her car.

“Keeps them on their toes, come on, we have seats to find before the bleachers fill up.” With one hand on your sun hat and the other in Lydia’s grasp, your feet worked overtime in the beige booties you were wearing to keep up with her.

Considering that Lydia was a mere five foot three inches, you were surprised that you still had a hard time keeping up with her at your own height. She had a lengthy walk.

You felt out of place in the swarm of people heading for the lacrosse field, but no one gave you a second glance save for the younger boys and a few girls. They were probably curious as to who was with the Queen Bee of Beacon Hills.

“Did you mention that we were meeting up with someone?” You questioned as Lydia took a sharp left to head for a less packed area of the stands.

“It’s time you and Allison meet, besides, she just started dating Isaac.”

“And Isaac is?” Lydia stopped short before turning to face you, she grabbed your other hand with a frank look.

“Quick run down of the McCall pack, Scott is the Alpha, Isaac is a Beta… but technically not currently in the pack, Malia is a werecyote, Kira is a kitsune, I’m an banshee, Mason is a genetic Chimera human… I’ll tell you about that later, and Stiles, human, spastic, but our detective.” Lydia summarized quickly as you nodded. “And Allison of course, she’s a hunter, but doesn’t do much of that since her mother died.”

Touchy subject you were not willing to bring up without prompt by her.

“So you’re are all a hodge podge of random supernaturals plus one human who sounds like he needs to be on a high dose of Adderal.” You replied as your mind worked quick to memorize and categorize names with species. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Stiles has a habit of forgetting to take his medication… but he is good at figuring things out.” Lydia admitted before looking at something over your shoulder. “Looks like Allison is here, believe me, you two will get along.”

You gave Lydia a look before the hairs on the back of your neck rose. You could feel a gaze on you, your upper half twisted around to look back at the parking lot where people were parking and dropping off. Eyes scanning the cars, you searched for the source of the burning gaze. It was so startling familiar you were nearly unnerved and uncomfortable by it.

But you couldn’t see anything that tipped you off.

“Juniper?” Blinking, you turned back around to Lydia. “You okay?”

“Sorry, just thought I felt…” You trailed off when you realized whose gaze it had felt like. You didn’t want to think about him right now. “Never mind me, I think I’m still jumpy from the whole twenty-five years asleep.”

“Well, don’t jump now, but Allison is coming over.” That made you freeze for a second, panic flashing through your veins before you quelled it enough to not start hyperventilating. It wasn’t like you were about to meet your boyfriend’s daughter, or well, you suppose he was your ex-boyfriend now.

That was going to take some getting used to, you hadn’t been single in years.

“Hi, Lydia,” A sweet voice said, a dark haired teen emerging from the crowd to stop next to where Lydia had you standing. You glanced at Allison and took in her appearance. She was definitely Chris’s daughter, but you could pick out the features she had gotten from her mother.

“Allison, this is Juniper, it’s our job to acclimate her to the twenty-first century.” You shot Lydia a slightly scathing look.

“You say that like I’ve been living underneath a rock for a few centuries.” You huffed at her.

“No, you’ve just been asleep for twenty-five years, say hello,” Rolling your eyes, you gave Allison a small smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, Allison.”

“I know it must be weird or even uncomfortable, but it’s nice to finally meet you after hearing what little stories I could squeeze out of dad.” Allison responded. “He didn’t talk about you much, definitely didn’t like talking about you either.”

You winced. Yeah, as the story went, most people had thought you had been mauled almost unrecognizable.

“Understandable, I’ve heard the stories about my apparent death, it was not pretty.” You muttered before looking up at the bleachers. “Can someone please educate me on lacrosse so I actually know what is going on?”

While Lydia gave you the basic run down on how Lacrosse was played, she and Allison led you up the short bleachers to find a seat. You found your seats and you looked to examine the Beacon Hills Lacrosse team. You recognized a few of team members from when you had woken up and connected names with faces.

“So if Lacrosse wasn’t popular in your time, what was?” You blinked before glancing at Allison and giving her a smile.

“Basketball. I get that… but Lacrosse? Not in the slightest.” You explained as your eyes skimmed over players until you were looking at the opposing team. Did all boys this age look more mature and hotter than they did in your time? Don’t forget the jacked part too. Many a boy you saw looked far too muscled for their age. “Just how many supernatural’s are there in this town these days?”

“More than anyone thinks,” Allison responded as the coach for Beacon Hills started yelling at someone called ‘Greenburg’. “I can get you up to speed on all of the types that are currently residing here. Beacon Hills seems to be a hot spot.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t find out sooner,” You softly murmured as you leaned your forearms on your knees and rested your chin in your palm. “Especially with Gerard hanging around so much and asking me to do stuff for him.”

“What exactly did he have you doing?” You rolled your head so you were looking at Allison once more.

“Errands mostly, met with a few of his clients to drop papers off or collect signatures. I was running a parcel to one of his contacts the day the Mendoza’s took me.”

“Sounds like he was grooming you to join the family.” Lydia commented. You couldn’t disagree with that statement.

Over two weeks since you had acclimated into your new life, you were holding the iPod Allison had given you after learning about your love for music, tears running down your cheeks.

You had been a little suspicious of the contents of the iPod, as all of the music contained most of your favorite songs. You hadn’t talked about your music preferences with anyone since waking up. Allison had given you a quick tour of how to use the small device, and after finding a playlist already made, you had chosen to play those songs first.

The first song that played had your eyes burning, the second you were sniffling, and the third you were openly crying, biting hard on your lower lip so that Lydia didn’t hear you sobbing inside your borrowed room. It hurt so much to listen to this song, so so much, but you couldn’t stop hitting the back button to play it again.

Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go 'round and 'round

You're on my mind

Restless hearts

Sleep alone tonight

Sendin' all my love

Along the wire

Over and over and over, you played it. You played it until you had to press a pillow into your face to muffle the god awful sobs coming from your mouth. It was the only thing you had left to connect yourself to what you had those twenty-five years prior. Going to classes, coming home to relax and enjoy cooking a meal, sharing a meal with the one person who mattered most in your life.

You eyes closed and your fingers tightened around the iPod you had clutched to your chest. No one ever said loving someone would be easy, but there wasn’t exactly a handbook or counselor you could go to for this. Scott’s mom had tried to get you to talk about it, hell, even Allison and Lydia periodically told you that you needed to talk to someone about what you were feeling, rather than let it fester. Talking was hard, staying silent was easy.

Circus life

Under the big top world

We all need the clowns

To make us smile

Through space and time

Always another show

Wondering where I am

Lost without you

You weren’t sure if you were going to smile like you used to, every day that ticked by it was harder and harder to move your mouth into a natural smile. You weren’t sure if you would be able to keep up that façade of being ‘okay’. Most days you were grasping at straws trying to find an ounce of happiness in your life. The Hale pack had pulled through with their promise of getting your life back. Your degree, your identity, money, you had everything you could want, except the one thing you needed.

Falling back on your bed, you dragged the pillow down your face and stared at the ceiling, your hot tears now running down the side of your face. Overwhelming was the statement of this new century, and you weren’t quite sure if you could manage to stay strong enough to keep going. Deep in your heart, you knew that you didn’t have enough love in you to ever fall in love with someone else.

Faithfully

I'm still yours

I'm forever yours

Forever yours

Faithfully

You sniffed once more before releasing your iPod and rubbing your watery eyes. You needed to stop crying over what you had. It was pathetic. Your head rolled and you looked out the window, seeing that it was a surprisingly clear night out, the moon shining overhead brightly. You needed to clear your head, and you think a midnight walk would do just that. How many people would be up right now to see you upset? Some of the pack on patrol most likely, so it was probably safe to walk around the preserve.

Pulling the headphones from your ears, you tossed the pillow aside and rolled off the bed. Stripping yourself out of your nightgown, you changed into jeans and sweater, grabbing your silver necklace and hooking it around your neck. You scribbled a quick note to leave on your desk in case Lydia came looking for you for some odd reason, and with your iPod in hand, left the room.

You quickly moved through the Martin household, grabbing your sneakers and hopping along as you pulled the already tied shoes on. Stuffing your iPod into your jean pocket, your fingers grabbed the dark blue long coat insisted you get and you stepped outside. It was chilly, your skin prickled as you buttoned the coat and got your iPod and headphones situated once more. But the chill in the air made you feel more alive, and you could be thankful for that. You went to the main list of songs and hit ‘shuffle’, before stuffing your hands into the pockets of the coat and walking down the sidewalk.

The slightly misty night was calming as you walked, heading for the nature preserve. Your head tilted back and looked up at the bright moon illuminating your face. The stars overhead twinkled just like had twenty five years ago. Letting out a nostalgic sigh and then a sniff, you turned down the little dirt path that was a short cut to the nature preserve.

Your iPod clicked to the next song and ‘Edge of Seventeen’ started playing, bringing a small smile to your down turned lips. It brought back memories of your seventeenth birthday party. A bunch of your high school friends had arranged a surprise birthday party that involved some not so legal drinks and a night of Stevie Nicks.

That night had been crazy fun, you all had let loose since Amelia had convinced you to make it a boys free night. Let’s just say you had one hell of a hangover that Monday morning and school had been a bitch to suffer through. But you wouldn’t take back one second.

You found yourself humming along to the lyrics while stepping over branches that had fallen onto the narrow trail. It wasn’t until you were halfway down your usual walking trail that you noticed that something felt… off. Your finger paused the music blaring in your ears, and stuffing the headphone into your jacket pocket and zipping it closed, you looked around.

Your eyes couldn’t pick up anything in the dark shadows of the forest, but Chris had always told you to trust your instincts, and your instincts told you that you weren’t alone. Breathing out, your exhale turned into a cloud of white in the cold air as you twisted your body and further looked around. Still nothing. You frowned and started walking again, but this time at a slower and more methodical pace, trying to remain aware of your surroundings. Five minutes later you still hadn’t come across anyone, but that hair raising feeling still hadn’t left. Just as you were about to split left to head down another trail, your ears finally picked up on the sounds of someone else crunching their way through the misty late night.

A few seconds later Allison came into view, a crossbow in hand. Your eyebrow rose as you stared at the weapon.

“I thought you liked short bows?” You asked her, shifting your gaze to meet hers. Allison let out a snort before shrugging and looking at you inquisitively.

“Felt like the crossbow tonight… what are you doing out? It’s literally the middle of the night…” You returned the shrug and looked up at the dark sky.

“Couldn’t sleep so I decided to go for a walk, my head’s too muddled with thoughts. Walking always helped me clear my mind so I figured I’d get out while I had peace and quiet.”

“Yeah, I get that… but it’s also kind of dangerous, the pack we’re dealing with isn’t playing fair.” Allison explained, hefting her crossbow up. “Scott is worried that they’ll go after a human this time.”

Your eyebrows pinched together as you tilted your head to the side in thought.

“That sounds… serious…what exactly is going on? No one has told me anything.” You questioned as the two of you started meandering down the trail. Allison sighed and adjusted her grip on her crossbow.

“The rival pack wants the Hale packs land, and are rivaling Scott’s land as well,” She said as you simultaneously stepped over a fallen tree branch. “They’ve already made it apparent that they don’t have a problem attacking pack members to get their point across.”

You hummed in response and rubbed your chin before stuffing your hands into your coat pockets. Your fingers brushed against the iPod.

“I hope you teens aren’t burning yourselves out with all this patrolling.” You spoke, chewing on your lip. “High school can be brutal when you’re bogged down with homework, and add all of these supernatural issues… I’m surprised that you all seem to be not insane by now.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it,” Allison chuckled, then she frowned slightly. “So… I know by now you don’t want to really talk about it… but how exactly did you live in Beacon Hills your whole life and not find out about the Supernatural? I mean, you were dating my dad, he’s a hunter… surely you would have come across something?”

“Well, that… I couldn’t tell you. I mean now that I think about it, I wonder how I could have been so blind?” You let out a snort of disgust. “I guess I was just one of those girls so in love I failed to see what was right in front of me.”

Allison didn’t comment, so you continued talking.

“When you date someone that long and you think you know them, you are blind to what is hidden in the shadows.” You chuckled and shook your head. “I can’t believe we used joke about parenting goals… it— it only seems like yesterday.”

“You guys joked about parenting goals?” Allison questioned with a small laugh, you couldn’t help the small smile that bit at the corners of your mouth.

“I have an issue with public displays of affection, Chris never let me forget that. Your father likes— liked, to tease me mercilessly in the privacy of our apartment.”

“Yeah, he liked to tease my mom on occasion, but not nearly as much as it sounds like he teased you.” You made a sound in echoed agreement.

“I think at this point I’m just gla—“ Your words were broken off by a not so distant growl which had the both of you spinning around and Allison bringing up her crossbow.

“Shit,” Allison breathed out. “I think that’s—“ Another growl, only this time is was much closer. You grabbed the sleeve of Allison’s jacket and tugged on it, hard.

“Time to go, neither of us are equipped to handle anything by ourselves.” You told her, pulling her in the opposite direction. Luckily Allison wasn’t too resistant to your idea to flee, and the both of you were soon booking it down the path. “So what do you think that is?”

Allison, huffing and puffing next to you, glanced over her shoulder.

“Kanima, we’re dealt with one before. They’re controlled by someone and sent after people, so far we can guess that the rival pack is trying to force our hand with the land. I think it knows my scent from a few nights ago.”

“Kanima, great… I have no idea what that is… what do I need to know about them?”

“It looks like a giant lizard and don’t get hit by their venom in their claws or tail, it will leave you paralyzed for hours.” A giant lizard? How the hell does a giant lizard go around Beacon Hills without getting caught? This wasn’t the time to think about that so your brain went in a different direction.

“You said it has your scent? That means it is hunting you?” You questioned. Allison nodded.

“We should break up, it doesn’t know your scent yet. We should keep it that way.” Allison said as a tree branch slapped you in the face. You spit out a few leaves and yanked Allison to a stop.

“No way in hell,” You stated before looking at her coat, it was long and looked well used… which meant that it was probably soaked in her scent. You started stripping your coat off. “Take your coat off.”

Allison looked at you in confusion.

“What? Why?” Shoving your coat underneath your arm, you started pulling at the zipper of her coat while she protested.

“It knows your scent, so let’s confuse it,” You explained, forcing her jacket off her free hand. “It can only follow one trail, so if I take your coat and you take mine, maybe it will get confused enough to throw off its hunt.”

“You know a lot about hunting…” Allison commented beneath her breath as she shed her jacket with a very unhappy expression on her face.

“Byproduct of spending years at the range and going hunting,” You explained shortly as you handed your jacket over and swung Allison’s coat around your shoulders. You zipped it up and looked at the way you had come. “I’ll distract it while you go and find one of the boys who’ll be better equipped at handling a Kanima.”

“Juniper…”

“I know this place like the back of my hand, I’ll be fine,” You told her before giving her a little shove in the opposite direction. “Now go!”

Allison was still hesitating.

“More distracting! Less indecision!” You hissed at her, moving back the way you had come. Allison let a noise of frustration and ran off, your coat hopefully smothering her scent slightly. Your adrenaline was now pumping through your veins and causing a jitter to run through your limbs. Eyes searching for any sign of movement, you found nothing and had to rely on the sounds the Kanima was making.

The first glimpse you got was yellow eyes and mottled scaled skin. Your stomach rolled and you turned tail instantly, crashing your way through the woods perpendicular to where Allison had ran. The Kanima behind you let out a roar, and you heard it give chase… but that only made your adrenaline pump faster and a new thought popped into your head.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all… because you didn’t know what to do when it caught up to you.

Weaving through the trees at a less than desired speed, you tried your best not to slip on the damp forest floor or trip over any unassuming roots. You had just made it to a stretch of forest that was slightly more even underfoot when a blur shot in front of you and you were confronted with a very scaly… lizard man?

You slid as your forward momentum carried your feet forwards while trying to veer off to the right to avoid crashing right into the thing hunting Allison. You nearly face planted, but managed to save yourself from completely sprawling out onto your stomach with your hands flat on the ground. Pushing yourself back up from a semi crouched position, you stumbled forwards. But you didn’t get very far.

Something snaked around your ankle and yanked you back, partially sending you flying into the air until you hit the cold ground and tumbled. You felt your chin smash into a rock as you rolled, and when you stopped moving, you were sure a stick was digging into your stomach. Groaning out, you just barely shifted when you were pulled by your ankle once more.

You let out a gasp and scrambled to grab onto something, but your searching fingers came up with nothing, and soon a scaled hand was forcing you onto your back. Your wide eyes stared up into a face full of scales and teeth, and despite being petrified, you still managed to continue your search for a weapon with your fingers.

Something seemed to click in the Kanima’s mind that you weren’t the one it was hunting, and it let out a bone rattling roar in your face. Pressing back into the cold mossy forest floor, you whimpered slightly, afraid it was going to lash out at you. But then your fingers found a rock, a single, precious rock you could use. When it stopped its roar, your arm came swinging up as hard as you could manage, and you hit it in the side of the face.

It reared back with a screech, giving you a chance to try and crawl away. Hands digging into the cold ground, you scrambled to get out from under the lizard man. Stumbling to your feet, you probably made it three steps from the screeching creature before something lashed across your left thigh, drawing a line of fire across your skin.

A cry of pain left your lips and a second later your entire body went numb, then you were crashing back to the forest floor in a heap of none responsive limbs. Lying on the ground, you breathed hard against the frosty moss pressing against your cheek and tried not to panic. Allison had said not to get hit by the Kanima because its venom caused paralysis. You were shit out of luck, because you were fairly sure your thigh had just been scratched open by its claws.

This was not good.

Date Published: 6/17/22

Last Edit: 9/14/23

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