Playing With Fire [Valentina]

“The Nogitsune...he knew.” The demon creature had immediately realized that the seemingly normal half sister of Lydia Martin wasn't so normal after all. She had the potential of being a completely catastrophic individual or an amazing and powerful ally, should she learn control. He had seen the fire aura of the fox surrounding her, protecting her and it was partly one of the reasons why the dark fox had paid her no attention. He wasn't going to bother trying to fight with an inexperienced kit when he had a whole pack of wolves to mess with.

He had never particularly cared for Lydia's sister especially during the whole half sister debacle. Truly for her to not have noticed she wasn't Mrs.Martin's full kid was almost unbelievable. She had none of her facial features or her hair color, plus her eye color was all wrong. He had done the math before and played around with biology, only to realize she was Mr.Martin's love child in seventh grade. He had simply kept it to himself. Just like Lydia being a genius.

He watched the flame rise and fall faster than a seesaw. Did she truly have no small sense of control on her powers? Scott had taken to being a werewolf a little harder than most, or he assumed, but even he had learned eventually. Stiles just hoped dealing with foxes was a little easier than that. “It's Saturday. You don't have school, no one does.” He might not be sleeping all too well but he knew what day it was. Keeping a steady eye on the flame, he stepped back at her declaration of leaving. He was willing to put some time in and help her but if she didn't want it fine. He was human and therefor wouldn't be touched by the hunters. Her on the other hand, well, she wouldn't get off so easily.

Golden brown eyes trailed after her every move, calculating a possible escape route should she loose control and attempt to attack him. As she actually managed to control the fire, he saw that perhaps she wasn't a lost cause. He could work with this but his good mood was quickly lost as he was pulled into a tight hug, hurting his already sore body.

“Don't do that again.” He snapped. He hated being touched by people he didn't trust completely and to have her hug him like that had him feeling repulsed and pissed off. It was an invasion of his personal space.“You're training is far from over. You have so much more to practice.” So she had managed to do it once, it could seem like a cause for celebration but he just saw it as a need for improvement. She had failed to do it a few times before and that was more cause for concern. “Just because you got it once doesn't mean you've mastered it.”

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His right brow raised, a tiny arch displaying itself prominently on his face accompanied by a scowl. Not one had he ever approached her or anyone other than Scott really, as friends. He had kept to himself then and now. Perhaps she had been deluded and believed him occasionally being nice to her because of Lydia as him trying to be friends. However he wasn't about to comment on it, instead allowing her to live in her delusion seemed like the much better option.

His eyes tracked her movement as she reached for a stick. Was she planning to beat him with it? He had handled far worse, not that she knew that, but even then it was unnerving to see her catch fire to the stick. Had she been faking the lack of self control? His left arm jerked back when it made contact with her weapon. She had threatened him and made an enemy of him, regardless of her heritage or connections, and that was not to be taken lightly. His right hand slammed on the area around the burn, it was nothing dire but if he didn't get it examined or treated medically, he would get an infection. Her words meant nothing to him, not now and not ever.

She even had the audacity to smack him across the face. channeling some of the anger, he dropped his voice a few octaves and glared, resembling the nogitsune as only he could. "Watch yourself Valentina." He had offered up his help out of the goodness of his own heart but now he would rather see her dead than ever help her again. "You may be a Martin by name, but you'll never be like your sister." Turning his back on her, he made his way to his jeep. He couldn't care less if something attacked her out in the woods. He had a wound he needed to treat.

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