"What's wrong with you?" Malia questioned as soon as she entered the place with Scott following behind her.

"Me? Nothing!" The werewolf answered quickly, hoping to somehow convince her of something that even he wasn't so sure about.

Frowning at him, the werecoyote scoffed and started to look around "Your heart is pounding like crazy. Are you nervous?"

"He's just bad at introductions" an unfamiliar voice called out from the couch, making them quickly turn around to find its owner reading a book with no interest in them.

"Peter" Scott squeaked, cursing himself before he cleared his throat and nodded to her "This is Malia"

"Beautiful eyes... did you get them from your father?" The man asked while standing from his place as he approached the duo.

"Mother"

"Interesting... anyway, I'm sure they've told you a lot about me"

Her frown disappeared and a smirk played on her lips instead, shrugging at the Hale before she answered.

"The homicidal killing spree came up, I expected more to be honest, I'm disappointed"

Peter was clearly amused at her words while Scott looked as if he was about to faint.

"Well, we're all works in progress"

"Well, when you progress to your next killing spree, why don't you try and make sure they all stay dead?" Crossing her arms in front of her chest while keeping her head high, Malia's smirk widened once she noticed the confusion on his face as he lost his composure.

She was passing way too much time with Kisa... the smirk was becoming almost an habit already

"What do you mean?"

"What do you know about people being turned by a scratch?" Scott interfered, stealing Mal's fun.

"Did you scratch someone, Scott? Don't worry about it, the claws have to go pretty deep"

"Clawing someone's throat is deep enough for you?" The werecoyote questioned readjusting the leather jacket she had stolen from Kisa as she looked at them innocently.

"Well... yeah, it's possible, but it's also beyond rare, I mean, we're talking one one in a... million" by his face, he had finally understood where they were going to.

"Kate..."

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner" Malia exclaimed with a fake smile while glaring at him.

"So, uh, Miguel... what did you say your last name was again?" Scott's dad asked as they started to eat.

"Oh, it's Juarez... Cinqua.... Tiago" Stiles answered before anyone could, making Kisa and young Derek snort quietly as he glared at the duo.

"That's a mouthful... how do you spell that?" Stiles and Derek looked at each other, one with a smug smile as the other had a panicked face.

"Phonetically?"

"I'm not drunk enough for this"

Kicking Kisa under the table, the vampire gave him a fake smile with a glare, immediately making Stiles look away from her eyes as he shoved more food on his mouth.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent!" Derek exclaimed as he looked down at something, making the Petrova follow his eyes as she saw the FBI badge on the table.

"He's low level. Very low level... he doesn't even have a voice" The Stilinski replied, even though the question wasn't directed to him, making Kisa choke on her drink as he continued to diminish the man.

"So do you investigate murders?" Young Hale completely ignored Stiles, patting Kisa's back as he looked over at the older man.

"Sometimes. When it's a federal crime"

"What about fires?"

"Oh my God! I wonder where Scott is"

"I don't think it's FBI's jurisdiction, right, Mr. McCall?" Kisa finally cut the rambling boy, her eyes meeting the older as he nodded, repeating her words in a daze, but then explaining with much more conviction how he didn't deal with fires, making the duo completely believe his answer.

Good old compulsion, always saving the day

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" Derek questioned as they finished cleaning the table, making Stiles run towards him with wide eyes as everyone turned to look at them startled.

"I'll show him! Don't worry!" The human exclaimed before Mr. McCall could point out the directions, turning around as he started to push Derek out of the kitchen, before his head peaked back inside the room.

"Actually, Kisa, why don't you come with us?" He questioned with a nervous smile, making the girl give him a look as Mr McCall glared at him for making such an indecent proposal.

"You're asking a lady to accompany you to the bathroom?"

"Yes- I mean no!" His face turned fifty shades of red and he quickly left the room, making Mr McCall sigh as he shook his head while the vampire laughed.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you two together?" Rafael questioned the brunette, while he wasn't there for Scott for the biggest part of his life, he wanted to be now and what best way than to look out for his son's best friend?

"Oh no, do you know him? He's too awkward to ask me out" Kisa answered with a playful smile, making the man chuckle as he nodded.

"Excuse me, I'll see what those two are up to" the man nodded and she went upstairs, finding Stiles on the phone, but no sign of Derek.

"My God! Can't you stay out of trouble for a second if I'm away?" Throwing her hands up in frustration, the boy gave her a cheeky grin, cheeks turning a light pink before he explained what had happened on those few minutes she was downstairs.

Hearing that Malia would be going after this woman was enough to make the vampire disappear, leaving Stiles staring at the place she was dumbfounded, no traces of her left behind.

A loud growling caught her attention, very similar to the one they had faced before, the Berserkers were there once again.

She found three people on the ground, but her main focus was on the wounded werecoyote, trying to crawl away from the two berserkers with fear painted on her delicate features.

Rage stirred inside her body as she vamp sped towards him, one hand immobilizing his head as the other caught his hand before he could strike her, the vampire quickly bit his neck, her fangs furiously ripping through the skin as her hand came up towards the mask, crushing it as she drained him dry.

Letting his body fall backwards, she stood in front of the other berserker, circling in a crouched position, waiting for the right moment to attack as her vampire features were visible to anyone.

Her eyes a dark red, similar to blood, with dark veins underneath and her very sharp fangs on display and blood dripping from her mouth.

Her leg came up in a quick movement, kicking the berserker on his chest as he went flying away from the others, falling down the stairs of the school as a loud roar was heard, making him run in the opposite direction of them.

As the threat was out of the way, Kisa immediately sped towards Malia, taking a look at the cut on her leg, which was still open, before she hit her wrist and gave her some blood.

"If I'm dying, let me eat deer... and a cake" Mal joked at the vampire, making her deep frown fell as she smiled, giggling at the brunette.

"You're not dying, beasty, but we can always have deer and cake, don't worry" Kisa answered softly, kissing the werecoyote's forehead before she helped her stand up, not noticing the deep blush that covered the girl's cheeks at the small display of affection.

"Thank you" Malia whispered as they went a little farther away from the others, receiving an intrigued look from the Petrova vampire as she tilted her head "Thank you for taking care of me"

"I'll always take care of you, darling"