Sleep Tight [OPEN]

Carina was exhausted, a lot had happened since her families massacre the night before. She could still feel her Grandfathers blood on her hands. Mostly because it still was there. It had clumped up and dried down her arms, her hands still stained with what she could not readily wipe away. The moment she put him out of his misery and did her duty that her last name had held stuck into her mind. Though, it had not felt right. It would never feel right. She had little time to pack before she fled. She had nothing but the bag she had the night they were...her family was...murdered. She knew after they settled things with the hunters they would need to leave for awhile. Though, she felt she had known it would have ended like this.

Once her and the two remaining pack members had come into the U.S. they had split off and she carried on, refusing to take a break till she found her way. Then she had caught the scent. Another werewolf from which she followed the scent until she came across a welcoming town called 'Beacon Hills'. Though by this point, she was exhausted and done with wandering. She would ask the werewolf for help, he obviously lived in the town. She was just hoping he was friendly at this point.

She tried to follow the scent but, again, they lived in this town. There were too many leads so she tried to find the strongest scent and followed it. Where she came to a house. She figured he may even know about the Hunter's who killed her family, they were awfully close to the town were her cousin Rodolfo had killed the Hunter girl in Mexico. Part of her, once her flight feeling wore off she wanted to give into her animalistic nature for just a second and, maybe just maybe, kill them. They deserved it, didn't they? They deserved to suffer like she did but, no...no...that would not solve anything and would just get her killed.

She flexed her claws, realizing they had come out on their own and turned her gaze up to the house. There was someone inside. She moved closer, her body shaking from the exhaustion of everything. Just make it to the stair. She moved up to the porch and placed her hand on the door her shaking clawed hand piercing the door's wood and leaving scratch marks as she slid down, her legs were beginning to give out on her.

She had two options at this point. Let the exhaustion weaken her and make her open for attack, or give in to her animalistic nature and see where that would lead her. Though, the later choice would be no where good. Only, she was a fresh Alpha now, would she be stronger, would she be able to handle her wolf form after her recent trauma? She took her other hand raking it down the door, trying to pull herself up but her exhausted body refusing to move. She was a mess, besides the now dried blood, she was also covered in dirt and her clothes were messed up from all that had happened.

_{Stiles Stilinski
this font is called gabriola}

Carina was now nearing the point of passing out. She was there slumped against the door when suddenly the weight of the door moved under her and something came out, It sounded like some sort of solid object, not flesh. She tensed starting to worry she had made the wrong decision in following this scent. Perhaps she had gone to the wrong people. Then she felt something poke her in the side. She showed her teeth and let out a low warning growl, letting him know she did not appreciate his intrusion to her space. Though as he opened the door the smell of fear came wafting out like a welcoming aroma. He was definitely no hunter, she took comfort in that but still, with another sniff her heart sank. He was not a werewolf either.

Her eye's fluttered open, their human brown instead of Alpha red and her claws and fangs retracted as she shifted into her human form. When he asked if she would kill him if he tried to help she became confused. He obviously knew she was a werewolf. He had to have seen the scratch marks on the door. Yet, he was human. This made no sense to her. She stared at him dully. "No es hombre lobo?" She asked in Spanish then realized her mistake as she said it. " I mean, no but, how do you...Why aren't you...?" The exhaustion was making her impatient."I won't hurt you just please I need to get off this porch." She did not wait for him though, instead she moved with the dwindling strength she had and pushed herself through his door to get off the porch and out of sight. She let out a sigh and sank down to the floor as soon as she got in, closing the door behind her with a trembling hand. Her hand's were shaking now, every muscle has been exhausted and at this point she needed a day's worth of food and a week's worth of rest. she slid a dirt covered bag off her shoulders. It was a small bag filled with maybe four pairs of clothing and minimal overnight things.

She stared at her hands for a moment, trying to close them but they wouldn't listen to her. They just stayed there aching and refusing to move anymore muscles for her. She almost fell asleep again right there, her head nodding when suddenly her eyes snapped open and she finally seemed to realize she had knocked her would be rescuer back. With a door no less. She stared at him numbly as he still had the bat in his hands. "Why aren't you the werewolf I followed? His scent is all over the place...I just assumed.." Her voice came out weak and dry, she wasn't sure if she would be able to move if Stiles tried to make her leave. At this point her leg's locked and decided she was not going anywhere and her body began aching with soreness and fatigue.

_{Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: Oh no, it's great. I hope I'm doing okay. Carina would not want to hurt Stiles.}

She tried not to roll her eye's as she saw he was gripping the bat which she assumed he planned to use on her just incase she turned. Unless he had it covered in wolfsbane she would not have too much trouble with it, especially since he seemed weaker than she originally thought. So his friend was a werewolf. It made sense now. She groaned in ill fortune as she had come to the wrong house. She looked back up at him watching him tiredly as he continued to stand there with his bat. " I will not hurt you. You can put the bat down." She said quietly as she stared at her hands, only looking up when he asked about the dried blood on her hands. A tear managed it's way down the side of her cheek,a cold settling into her spine. "Wash it off..." She thought out loud to herself. It sounded like a wonderfully insensitive thing to do. "My grandfather died in my arms...I should wash it off.." She said in a barely audible whisper, as if she was trying to reason with herself.

Her fingers finally moved to close into fists. She looked away from Stiles."Yes, I would like to wash my hands. It is uncomfortable. Very...uncomfortable." Yes she may seem strange but, it was only because she was still in shock it seemed. I mean, she did just lose her pack and she was just forced to kill her own grandfather. She had been through a lot. "You are too kind." She finally managed to regain some of her sanity or, at least she was trying. She looked at her bag. She knew what it looked like. It looked like she had run away. If only She turned her hands over to examine the blood. Yes, it looked quite alarming. It looked grotesque. It was worse when it was still wet nad warm. she shuddered at the memory.

"Your friend, Scott?" She asked softly after a moment of silence. "He is an Alpha, isn't he?" She guessed from the way his scent was. An Alpha. If he found out another Alpha was here...-She tried not to think about it. She was in no shape to fight another Alpha over territory and she was not about to commit more violent acts. She had enough violent acts in one night that would last her a long time.

_{Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: Thanks! Yeah, Carina is still a little shaken since she just watched her pack and family get massacred}

Carina watched him hold the bat out to her, trying to explain why he needed the bat. Yet, he still relented and put the bat down. She looked down at the bat, and she realized he was being very hospitable. "I take it this is not the strangest thing that as happened to you?" She said this after he tried his best to help, acting so easily in this strange situation. She looked at their ceiling and then around to pictures. A simple family home.

When he offered her a towel or if she wanted to get washed up she nodded. "A towel would be nice. Some water would be nice too, if you can spare." she asked lightly as she did not want to push her luck of the Alpha's friends tolerance. She felt like she hit a bit of thin ice with this one. He maybe nice but, if his Alpha friend found out another Alpha was in town... She noticed he seemed to feel sympathy for her. She had not asked him to but, it was not completely unwelcome, finally someone was feeling emotion, something she had put aside for the sake of her survival. Well, after Luis had snapped her out of the shock the massacre had put her in, and the sorrow and horror she had felt as her grandfather made her kill him was put on hold because that was when the running began.

She barely registered his assurance of the nice Alpha. There was no such thing as a friendly Alpha when it came to other Alphas, or at least that is what she had always been taught. This 'Scott' would need to be a pretty unique Alpha for her to believe Stiles. "Who are you, friend of the Alpha? You've given me Scott's name but not your own." She would have to be careful with this one. She would want to meet his Alpha friend but, in the mean time she could not let on that she was an Alpha. Though, that should be easy since she was a new Alpha. " If Scott has such a nice friend like yourself, I think it would be nicer to take your word for it though Alpha or not, I am curious as to how I could find his scent so easily. He wasn't in Mexico, was he?"

_{Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: We need a Scott!}

Carina nodded numbly as he spoke. He was very friendly and she was not sure if it was because he was genuinely nice or if it was because he was afraid she would get violent if he was aggressive. Though, as much as she would like to believe she'd be able to act properly in the later situation, she would not know how she would react to a violent Stiles. She was happy when he told her he'd give her some water. She was seriously dehydrated. She froze though as the air seemed to change, she looked up at him. He seemed to be contemplating something.

She looked up at him, unsure what he was doing and a tiny bit of her suddenly worried at what the situation was turning out to be. Then he slowly brought up his hands, he was trying to look submissive. She eyed him wearily as he approached her. He just wanted to help her to the kitchen. She blinked at him. "Okay..." She said slowly but let him help her up and sure enough he took her to the kitchen. So far her trusting in this stranger was paying off.

She felt better once he gave her his name. She smiled a little as he got her a glass of water, though a bit bothered by the blood on her arms, he seemed rather trusting of her too. She took the glass as soon as he set it down in front of her it was a bit cold but not enough to bother her. Before he could even offer the bottle of water, she had already finished the glass. " Thank you, Stiles. My name is Carina, by the way." She watched as he turned to leave for the first aid kit."Wait." She said, lifting her hand a little to catch his attention."You were in Mexico... too?" This was strange to her. Pack's are packs, friends are friends. If the alpha was in Mexico with his pack, did that mean this stiles was in his pack? Strange.

_{Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: New members? Woot Woot!}

Carina nodded to Stiles when he excused himself to go get something from upstairs. He had told her she could get more water if she liked but she knew her hands were too dirty and she did not want to mess up their sink. After sounds of rummaging upstairs that sounded like it belonged in a cartoon (all that was missing was the cat yowl and the glass shatter sound effects) She raised her eyebrow when she heard him call out in triumph as he found what he was looking for. When he came back he told her it was hiding under his bed but, he found it. She gave a small tired smile. "Congratulations, Stiles."

And then he started to work on taking the blood away from her hands. Wiping away the black till it turned back to red, the smell of the peroxide and blood overwhelming to her. She looked at stiles and he looked at her and then he asked her the question she knew would come, but she had been dreading to answer. Where she got the blood on her hands. She closed her eyes, She still had the numbness she had adopted while running to give her the strength to talk yet, slowly she felt the numbing feeling turn to ice in her veins.

"The darker splatters, the places you have to scrub extra hard to get off. That is my mothers blood. She was shot in front of me. The easier to removing blood, the fresher blood was from my grandfather. He was shot with a wolfsbane bullet and he was dying, it was too late to burn it out, and even if we had the resources it was too close to his heart, he was dying painfully and slowly and told me to put him out of his misery." She closed her eyes to keep the tears from forming."I did what he asked...."

That was one part of the question finished. {b]" As for....why. Well, my cousin was dating a hunter, or someone related to a hunter at least. He had skipped out on a fullmoon to be with her they must have gotten in a fight, or something. He killed her and the hunters killed him. They sent word to our pack...making it seem like they just wanted to talk, tell us they killed Rodolfo so we were even. We just needed to talk, re-evaluate our boarders. It was a meeting to settle peace, they said."

Carina shut down when he mentioned hunters. They had hunters here. Her gaze drifted to the wall behind stiles though her mind was farther then that. He seemed to act like they were all good now. So they were not good before. She looked back to Stiles. He seemed okay with this. What made him think that. "When did this..pact happen?" She wondered , her voice a bit hollow. She watched him retrieve a chocolate bar, the side of her mouth twitching into a smile as the human boy tried to comfort her.

She took the chocolate bar slowly, and nodded a bit. "How sweet of you Stile's, thank you." though the thought of a hunter family. with a pact. It sounded too familiar for her. When push came to shove, pacts with hunters were about as useful as...well, she just did not believe in it. Well, maybe it was because of what happened two days ago. Still she could not be judging another pack's choices. That was not her job, or her choice with the position she put herself in. Instead she gently peeled back the wrapper, breaking off pieces of chocolate. She picked up one of the broken off pieces and gave it a little nibble.

It was a little weird because her hands still smelt like chemicals and blood so the chocolate was not the most appetizing thing. She did look at the glass for water. She looked back at Stiles."May I have some more water?" She asked after a second from swallowing the piece of chocolate.

_{Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: Awkward silence}