Hey everyone! So this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic and I'm pretty darn excited. I've recently fallen head-over heels for Teen Wolf and wanted to give writing my own stories a go. Here is my first chapter. I'm going to focus on the TV show itself but in between episodes and things that are missed/skimmed over and character relationships. I'm not sure yet if I'm going to make any other relationships outside of what is on the show (Scott/Derek, Stiles/Derek, the ones we all love ~) but I will keep an open mind to what you guys want or write various fanfics over time. :D
I'll try to update this story weekly so please review, let me know what you think and so on and if I get enough of a response I will keep writing!
I do not own the rights to Teen Wolf or it's characters this story is purely out of personal interest.
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"You're a werewolf, Scott. It's instinct." His words were harsh but true. Scott's eyes trailed from the blooded body before him to the taller, black haired male stood behind him. A huff escaped the younger male's lips. 'Instinct'. That word alone didn't make what had happened any better. He had killed and that was it. Perhaps it wasn't as terrible as it could have been, but it still wrecked Scott's body with remorse and guilt for what he had done. He couldn't control himself, was it always going to be this way? Losing control whenever he got angry or over excited. Obviously not, these emotions didn't effect Derek in the same way but… he had had many years of practice compared the newly turned teenage boy stood before him.
Scott was hunched over the corpse, hands planted firmly on his knees, blood trickling down from his now human hands and he panted heavily. His hazel eyes slowly crept back to the body. Derek shifted his weight onto his left foot, folding his arms loosely over his chest and tilting his head to the side. "It could have been worse." The older wolf spoke softly, cocking an eyebrow as he ran his eyes over the body before returning his gaze to the brown haired beta. "A lot worse." Scott's now furrowed golden gaze returned to Derek, narrowing as they locked eyes. "Worse?" Scott growled angrily, pushing himself up from his knees and standing straight, shifting his body to face Derek head on. "I lost control and I killed. Derek I can't do this…" Scott's voice seemed to break. He turned back to the body heaving a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as he gazed over the body again and again, each look making him feel worse and worse with every passing second.
A sigh passed Derek's lips. His arms fell to his side and he approached Scott resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering the smaller a tight lipped smile along with a shrug. "It could have been worse, Scott." He repeated, his gaze also falling to the body. "Be happy this time it was a deer."
Scott turned his head to Derek, mouth hanging open completely baffled at how heartless he sounded. "Derek… It was still a life." Honestly, how could Derek be completely fine with this?! His attitude towards this situation was unbelievable. This was not what a sixteen year old should be doing at night. Another sigh sounded from the younger male as he shrugged Derek's hand off his shoulder. Oh yeah, that's right, Derek was brought up doing this kind of thing, this was normal to him. Scott raised a hand to cover his eyes and gently dragged the hand down his face as he turned away. This was just great. A deer tonight and a friend tomorrow. Perfect.
"Scott." The older wolf called back to the smaller male. "Use your wolf senses and listen." Scott turned back to Derek, screwing up his face, questioning the dark haired male. "Listen to what?" He responded, brow furrowing once again. "Just listen, Scott. It's faint but still there." Vague as always. The smaller wolf rolled his eyes and looked down at the doe's body once again, focusing his full attention on it.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Wait… It's… its alive?" A short gasp sounded from Scott. He turned and kneeled down beside the body, eyes roaming over the creature. "It's alive!" He almost yipped with joy but Derek cut him short. "Barely. It's going to die, Scott." Derek's gaze remained on the doe, scanning it over as he kneeled down beside Scott. "Slowly. It'll bleed out overnight if we leave it." He rested a hand on the gasping deer's stomach. It was only now became obvious to Scott how many tell-tale signs there were that the deer was in fact still alive. Its eyes fluttered lightly though they couldn't focus and looked hollow, its stomach heaved heavily and slowly as it gulped for air and its legs twitched every so often. In the heat of the moment and when panic had set in, Scott instantly began to think he had killed the poor creature. A wave of relief flowed over him. He didn't feel as bad now, guilt still panged in his chest however.
"We can't leave it like this." Derek eyes were now on Scott, he picked up on the sudden change in Scott's feelings. "It's still going to die. We can do this quickly or if you would rather leave it…" The older Beta trailed off as his gaze returned to the deer.
"I don't want to kill it." Scott retorted looking between Derek and then back to the deer. "I know this is my fault but… I…. I don't want to take its life, Derek." His gaze lowered to the ground. He still felt guilty for what he had done but now he knew he wasn't a killer he felt a lot better but even though the poor thing was suffering he couldn't bring himself to end its life.
Derek was looking at Scott out the corner of his eye, an eyebrow quirked. He knew the moment Scott realised the deer was still alive that he wouldn't commit to the kill, it was going to be left to him to clean up the younger wolf's mess. He let his eyes fall back onto the doe. It could have been a lot worse. If Derek wasn't in the forest, ushering the young wolf along he would have made it into town and only god knows what could have happened, especially if the hunters were in the vicinity. Who knows what could have happened to Scott or even to Derek himself and it was best to keep a third werewolf quiet for now, they didn't need any more trouble.
The older wolf lifted his head to look up at the sky. The moon was directly above them, clearly stating that the night was nowhere near over yet, they were lucky it wasn't a full moon, Scott would have been a lot wilder and not so easy to coax out of his wolf-state. His eyes fell once again to the deer. It had become still, breathing a lot more lightly compared to a few moments ago. It was almost as of the creature had come to terms with its inevitable end and was just waiting for death to take it. It was a sorry sight and even Derek felt sympathy for it though his features remained stern. Scott beside him was whispering apologies to the creature, gently running a hand along its neck, trying to sooth the deer. Derek watched him for a moment before he allowed his eyes to glow their wolf blue hue and claws to extend on the hand placed on the deer's stomach. With one swift move he shifted his hand and his nails dug deep into the deer, causing the creature to whine out in pain before falling completely still. The older wolf then withdrew his hand, wiping his claws on the deer then allowed his claws return to their human form.
Scott's eyes widened as the scene played out before him. He knew it would have to die one way or another but didn't expect that. Tears began to form in his eyes and he let out small, heavy breaths to keep himself calm and keep the tears back. This is why he needed to learn control, to stop situations like this occurring in the future. He looked to Derek who was wiping his claws on the deer before withdrawing them and turning to look back at Scott, resting his now semi-clean hand on his own knee. "You'll learn control, Scott." He spoke softly to the younger beta. "It'll take time but with guidance you will master it." Scott nodded slowly in response. It was something he needed to do soon, especially with him being around humans regularly. Derek's explained the whole werewolf situation and Scott understood there was a lot he was going to have to learn. "Okay," Scott breathed, keeping his eyes focused on Derek. "So what do I need to do?"
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A howl could be heard echoing throughout Beacon hills. At first Scott didn't wake, he became anxious in his sleep, grabbing fistfuls of his pillows, screwing up his face and rolling over in his bed, burying his face into one of the many pillows sprawled around him, sweat began to lightly coat his skin. A second howl sounded and this time the young wolf reacted though not instantly, he bolted upright in his bed after a second or so and snarled, his eyes turned amber and fangs quickly grew in his mouth. Something… no, someone was calling out to him and it was a call he couldn't ignore. The boy moved swiftly, throwing his bed sheets off him and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and straight into the shoes he had positioned next to the bed. He wiggled his feet until they fit and settled comfortably into his sneakers then pushed himself from his seated position and over to a pile of clothes left on the chair in the corner of the room. He grabbed the first shirt he could find and pulled it over his head before rushing to the window and climbing out and down the side of the house. The window was a better, safer option than taking the front door, his mother was home tonight and would hear him creeping about if he attempted to leave via the front door and with his current inability to control his wolf form, who knew what could happen. Another howl sounded when Scott reached the ground, his ears perked head immediately jerked to stare in the direction of where the howl came from. Whoever it was calling out was beginning to sound angry, getting frustrated by being kept waiting. Scott took off at an immediate sprint, fearful of keeping the other wolf waiting. He hoped to himself that it was Derek calling out to him, wanting to give him some more pointers on being a werewolf, but deep down inside he knew it wasn't the older, dark haired male, it was someone else entirely.
Two deep, red eyes staring from within the light fog that hazed the street stopped Scott in his tracks. He stared back, his eyes glinting gold in light of the moon. A harsh growl sounded from the direction of the eyes and the young wolf found himself feeling hypnotised and proceeded towards the dangerous red gaze, walking slowly and lowering his own gaze to the floor in a submissive manner. Another sharp growl echoed through the street and the younger wolf raised his gaze to catch the eyes disappear and the dark figure of a wolf dart off, deeper into the fog. Scott followed, returning to his sprint and chasing after the demanding creature.
The young Beta only stopped running when he realised where he was, outside the school parking lot where they kept the busses during the night for safety. He approached the chain linked fence and reached out to entangle his fingers within the links, a small growl passing his lips as he gazed across the lot with his wolf vision. Out the corner of his eyes he spotted the red orbs again, glaring at him from within the parking lot. Scott looked towards the much bigger wolf who growled lowly and turned its gaze to the direction of the school. The smaller wolf followed its gaze and found himself staring at a rather plump man leaving the school and walking across the lot. One of the bus drivers must have been working late. His golden gaze returned to the other wolf whose gaze narrowed as it stared back at Scott and in one quick movement the wolf was got, it had darted off after the human, howling and snarling with rage.
It must have been the realisation of what was about to unfold that brought Scott out of his trance and cause him to return to his human form. Shock and fear over took his body he looked around the parking lot vigorously for the wolf and human. He could no longer see either of them and panic engulfed the young male. He puffed and panted wildly as he ran along the chain linked fence looking for the man and animal. He caught sight of the man who had stopped in his steps and was staring at what was more than likely the wolf hunting him. The plump man slowly began to back again towards one of the busses and Scott could hear the man's heart thudding hard against his chest.
Everything then happened so fast. The man turned and sprinted towards the closest bus, managing to force his way through the door and slam it shut behind him. The wolf darted after the man, slamming into the door and snarling viciously, rushing around to the back of the bus where it wrapped its claws around the door and pulled it open. Scott scrambled up and over the fence, running towards the bus where he could hear howls, growls and screams from within. The young wolf wrestled the door open and threw himself onto the bus where he watched as the man was dragged by the other wolf down the centre aisle. Scott pushed himself to his feet and rushed towards the man, grabbing the outstretch hand and pulling against the other wolf. He raised his eyes at the sound of a furious snarl and watched as a huge clawed hand slashed at him, forcing Scott to recoil in pain and stumble backwards, immediately letting go of the screaming man and grabbing his own chest, roaring with pain as he fell backwards onto the hard floor of the bus and watched the wolf rip and claw at its prey. The pain was too much for the younger wolf, his head rolled backwards still clutching his chest as he whimpered in pain. The screaming from the man ceased and a howl of anger directed at Scott filled the bus. The force of the howl made Scott get to his feet and stare feebly back at the larger wolf, panting heavily. The other wolf was furious, its gaze fixed on Scott as it snarled and growled at him. The young Beta needed to be taught a lesson for acting against its Alpha and disobeying its order. Without taking its eyes off Scott it ripped one of the seats from its place beside it and threw it at the younger wolf. Scott could only watch in horror as the seat came towards him and collided with his body, throwing him backwards with such force he was thrown against the front of the bus. He let out a cry of pain before slumping to a side. The larger wolf stepped over its most recent kill and walked down the aisle towards Scott. Scott's vision began to cloud over as he watched the huge creature approach him and then black.
From on top of the school two piercing blue eyes watched the events unfold below him. Derek had also heard the calls and followed Scott and the wolf he now began to recognise as the Alpha. He was proud that Scott had acted out against his Alpha but concern was also present within the male as he watched. Scott was lucky he wasn't killed for what he did, the Alpha clearly needed the teen wolf for his future plans. Derek continued to watch and wait for the larger wolf to leave before rushing to Scott's side and aiding him before returning him home to his bed.