DISCLAIMER: As you've probably guessed, I'm not Jeff Davis and therefore don't own Teen Wolf (unfortunately). So I don't own Scott, Stiles, Derek, Liam, and everyone else who I'm too lazy to write. I do own Autumn and Lottie though, so don't steal 'em :)
NOTE: This is set at the start of season 4 episode 4.
Two pairs of feet come thudering up the stairs, but stop as they see me with my hands on my hips and a glare that could burn holes through them.
"Go to bed, Autumn," my older brother, Scott, says as he trys to brush past me. I reach my arm out to stop him, my hand curling tightly over his shoulder.
"Um, Autumn," Scott's best friend, Stiles Stilinski, says, staring at Scott's shoulder. I look from Scott's face to where my hand is and see my claws out. I quickly retract my hand and form fists at my sides, the pain makig me close my eyes as blood seeps down my fingertips and onto the floor. Scott's words replay in my head; Pain makes you human.
"I can smell someone else in the house," I say, shaking my throbbing hands to try and make them heal faster.
Scott sighs and walks into his bedroom, Stiles following him. "Go to bed," he says, slamming the door behind him. I groan in annoyance and am about to go into my bedroom when my heightened hearing picks up Stiles words.
"So you bit him?"
I creep closer to the door, knowing exactly what he means by 'bit.'
"Yeah."
"And you kidnapped him?"
"Yeah."
"And you brought him here."
"I panicked."
"Mm. This isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?" I can hear muffled groans and cries, making me stick my nose in the crack between the door and frame. There's definitely someone else in there, I can smell them. And also tape, lots of it. "As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck."
"I know. That's why I called you. So, what do we do?"
I think Stiles is about to answer, but the door gets flung open. "I told you to go to bed," Scott says, now really annoyed.
"Who'd you bite?" I ask, picking myself up off the floor.
"Go to bed!" he says loudly, slamming the door. I groan in frustration, but still close the door to my bedroom and get into bed, my mind racing with the people Scott could've bit. In fact, I even dream about Scott biting everyone in town, including every pack member. When I wale up, after throwing my alarm clock violently across the room, I start to choose my clothes, still trying to work out who my brother could have bit.
Being the picky person I am, by the time I'm dressed I only have ten minites for breakfast. I can hear the shower running, signalling that Scott is out of bed, so I shove a headband onto my boring, brown-haired head, grab my backpack and walk out. I go into the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal, hopping onto the kitchen counter just as he walks in.
"Am I getting chained up tonight?" I ask him, scooping a mouthful of cereal onto my spoon and eating it, milk dribbling down my chin. Scott sits beside me, giving me a dirty look at my eating habits.
"Jeez, just because you're an animal doesn't mean you have to eat like one," he says. I punch him in the arm, maybe using a little too much werewolf strength as he probably would've fallen off if he wasn't a werewolf. "And yes, you are."
"Can't you just, I dunno, knock me unconscious?" I ask.
"Hmm, it's an idea, I guess," he says, but I've known him long enough to know that he won't do it.
I nod as if I'm accepting his answer, but am kind of pissed off I can't just be knocked out for my third full moon. The conversation ends and I finish my cereal just as an alarm goes off, signalling that we need to get to school. "You ready?" Scott asks.
"Yeah," I say, hopping off the counter and dumping my bowl in the sink. We walk outside, him putting his helmet on and me starting to stretch my legs. I smile at him just as he starts his bike and drives off. I walk to the end of the driveway and then start running. Most people would pass out from exhaustion halfway to school, but this is one of the perks of being a werewolf.
Because of my 'gift', when I walk through the main doors to the school, I'm barely tired at all. I immediately spot my best friend with a few of our friends.
I walk to them, hugging Lottie Argent, my best friend, the second I get there. "Hi," I greet Lydia Martin and Kira Yukimura. They "hi" back, then continue to talk about the upcoming lacrosse game.
"Where are the two idiots?" Lottie asks, looking around us. I start to look around too and eventually see them talking a couple feet away with some new kid who was kicking ass at lacrosse yesterday. Scott and Stiles are still on the team, as is Kira, but this kid is still better than them.
"Right there," I point. Lottie squeals in delight.
"You reckon the new kid will start to hang out with us?" she asks in a really girly way. I roll my eyes at her.
"You don't even know his name," I point out.
"Liam," Malia Tate says as she walks past us, immediately starting to talk to Kira and Lydia.
"His name is Liam," Lottie says proudly.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Full name?"
"Liam Dunbar," Lydia answers for her. I glare at the banshee, who simply smiles sweetly at me.
"Why are you so interested in him anyway?" I ask her.
"He's around our age, hot as hell, and is a werewolf."
"Wait, what?" I ask loudly, apparently too loud. The three other girls stop their conversation and switch to ours.
"Lottie!" Lydia hisses. "You can't say that at school, when there's everyone around!"
"Sorry," Lottie says, definitely not meaning it.
"We're talking at lunch, behind the buses," Kira says just as the bell rings.
Throughout the whole first-half of the day, the thought of Liam keeps bugging me. It doesn't make it any easier that he's in my year, so he's in majority of my classes. And the fact that Lottie still thinks he's the hottest person alive also doesn't help. When lunch finally rolls around, I'm practically jumping up and down in a mix of agitation, excitement and annoyance.
"Explain," I demand the second everyone arrives.
"I had to bite Liam last night to save his life," Scott explains. I look at my brother in shock. Two betas in a few months. I would think it was kind of impressive but considering the fact I'm one of those betas, it just pisses me off.
"So I now have to share my basement with another werewolf. Great," Malia complains.
"It's my place, remember," Lydia says. "Oh, and my mum noticed the scratch marks you left on the walls. You too, Autumn."
"They're still learning," Stiles reminds her.
"And we'll be using the boat house for Liam. It has support beams so we can chain him to one of them," Scott says.
"But how do we get him to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira asks.
"I say, if it keeps him from murdering someone, we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake," Stiles says in his usual unhelpful way.
"I'm in," Malia interjects.
"No!" Lottie shrieks at the same time Scott says, "We're not killing or kidnapping him." Both objecting to it for entirely different reasons.
"Then we have to be smarter," Lydia says, staring off into space for a moment. "We tell him there's a party and invite him."
"So you're gonna ask out a freshman?" Stiles asks, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I'm done with teenage boys," she says. "But, if we're playing a trick on someone, let's use the trickster." We all turn to look at Kira.
"Who, me?' she asks. "No way, not me. Why not Malia, or Lottie, or Autumn?"
Lydia just looks at her as if she's a complete idiot. "Malia can't flirt, Autumn looks too much like Scott and Lottie's brain turns off whenever she's near someone she thinks is hot. It has to be you."
I nod along with it, even though Lottie looks a little downheartened that she can't flirt with Liam. "You know what they call a female fox? A vixen." Lydia says, smirking at Kira.
"Me?" she asks nervously.
"You can do it, Kira," Lydia says confidentally. "Be a vixen."
Lottie and I stand by a set of lockers, watching Kira as she walks down the stairs, looking pretty confident. Liam's staring, in the way you do when you're mentally undressing them. "This cannot go well," Lottie says. As if she cast a magic spell, Kira trips and falls down the stairs.
Just as I'm about to rush to her, Liam does it first. "Are you okay?' I hear him say.
She brushes her hair out of her face, props herself up on one elbow and smiles. "Yeah, fine," she says in a pretty flirty way. "You wanna go to a party tonight?"
I swear to God, Liam actually drools.
"He's coming," I text Scott, smirking at my best friend.
I'm lazy and didn't want to write the whole episode in one chapter, so I wrote the boring first half. Though, tbh, the next chapter will probably be just as boring because that'll be mostly the full moon and Liam won't be there cos he'll be in the boat house.
And just so you know, even though this is technically a Liam fan-fic, there will be a lot of Autumn dealing with personal stuff and her friendship with lottie.
I love you so much, so please stick around for the next chapter.
3 Jaime