Hi guys! I know I've been MIA for a while. I'm sorry, new story Scream: Beacon Hills. It's a Sterek, but based loosely around the Scream Franchise. I have a lot of Ideas. I will be continuing Attraction, when my writers block for that is gone. It's been a struggle. But enjoy the story .
Summary: all human AU, m/m. Based around Scream. Masked killer terrorizing the gang, a lot of curse words violence and steamy encounters. Enjoy.
Matt raced back to Mr. Lanyard's class, it was already twilight. He couldn't believe he'd left his camera in the class, his parents would kill him; he begged them for this antique camera and carelessly left it in the back of the room. Shuddering he released a sigh of relief as he wiggled the knob and it opened with the familiar creak. "Mr. Lanyard I'm sorry I left my ca-"he shut up realizing he was alone in the class room. He cursed in frustration when he saw that his camera was gone. Barging out of the room he failed to notice the blood leaking through the underneath the coat room door in the class room or the masked face observing him through the window.
He felt his eyes fill with tears as he thought about everything his parents were going to say, he couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Feeling his phone vibrate he pulled it out of his pocket. "What" he barked into the receiver when the name read restricted. "Looking for something" an eerie voice asked.
"Who is this" matt said calming his voice, his mind beginning to race with the slight possibly of actually getting the camera back.
"Someone who might be able to help you out of your dilemma" he voice replied in the same creepy voice.
Matt felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he continued to listen to the voice "Your parents are probably going to be super upset with you for losing that special gift they got you".
"So what you want me to pay for the camera to get it returned" Matt scoffed "I'm sorry but poor photography student here, my pot isn't overfilling with gold.
"Who said anything about getting your camera back you sarcastic little shit" the voice snapped back, the eerie voice taking a sharper edge.
"Then what do you want" matt asked stopping in his tracks realizing he had gone the wrong way home.
"Just figured out you went the wrong way?" the voice pulled matt out of his thoughts; matt's skin crawled as he heard the phone click hearing the joy in the speakers voice.
Matt looked around as he called 911, seeing no one around campus. His dorms were on the opposite side. His phone beeped as it searched for a signal. Matt's heart began to race as he weighed out his options, mind filling with scenarios. He ran up into the library, panicking as he pulled on the locked doors, turning when the heard a group of students walking by. Sighing with relief he fell into a pace behind them, thanking the powers above that they were headed toward his dorms.
"911 what's your emergency?" Hello? Is anybody there? Hello?" a concerned woman's voice shouted in the phone in his hand.
"Oh hello sorry My phone must've dialed on accident" matt answered before hanging up, one student giving him a stink look for walking to close to them. He shied back a few paces embarrassed. This was probably just Jackson playing one of his damned pranks he thought. Chuckling to himself he hardly made a sound when he felt a burning slice go through his throat, an arm pulling him back into the hedges that lined the grounds. He warm and wet realizing that it was blood. He couldn't breathe; air was escaping through his throat only to be filling his lungs with blood. He was drowning on his own blood. He felt his body lose the ability to move when he was rolled over to his back. He saw a cloaked figure standing before him. A knife dripping with blood, his blood. He willed his body to move but he was weak. His eyes grew heavy as the figure turned and walked away.
Stiles awoke limbs flailing and he felt the lack of substance between him and the floor. Grunting he hit the floor with a loud smack. Rubbing his eyes he heard the sirens outside his dorm at Beacon Hills University. He opened the door to the living room where his step brother Scott stood watching the scene below.
"Who died" stiles asked bluntly walking to the kitchen pursing his lips realizing that coffee hadn't been made yet.
"Matt Lunsford and Mr. Lanyard" Scott replied feebly. Stiles' eyes widened with shock when he heard the words leave Scotts lips.
"The creepy kid that you threated to beat up junior year for nearly stalking Allison, and the art professor?" stiles asked, Scott nodded turning around. Scott was paled obviously troubled. "What happened" stiles asked ushering Scott to mound of cloth they called a couch.
"They found him in the utility alley by the girls dorm with his throat slashed; he had dialed 911 but told the operator that it was a misdial. Some students came forward and said they saw him behind them walking home but didn't hear or see anything. A janitor found Mr. Lanyard with his throat stabbed in the coat closet, when he went in to mop the room and there was a puddle of blood coming from underneath the door. All classes are cancelled till next week the dean said." Scott muttered.
"Dad must be having a fit, all of this on the news and everything" stiles said shaking his head.
"No he called this morning to make sure we were okay after he got the call" Scott said softly.
"What he just called and told you all the juicy bits and whenever I wanted something I had to snoop through his office and listen to the radio" stiles stormed to his room to find his phone.
At the end of an adventurous junior year Melissa McCall and John Stilinski had sat down their two sons and told them they had been seeing each other for a while and had finally decided to let the world know. They were married after the boys graduated from high school and the boys being together their whole lives as children to teens had no problem calling each other brothers and soon calling Melissa and John mom and dad. To add to the festivities the boys had been informed they will be attending Beacon Hills University on a full ride Lacrosse scholarship along with Jackson and Danny. Lydia and Allison had received a full ride academic scholarship. So the whole gang started school together with a few other familiar faces from high school and some others who came to the growing town for an education. A week before school started Stiles had come out of the closet confessing that his affection toward Lydia had been nothing more than a cover up, he was now dating his father's newest recruit to the BHPD "Hottie Hale" or Derek and he preferred people other than himself to call him.
Stiled flung himself back to bed; he had a feeling in his gut that bothered him. He knew Scott felt horrible and like a bully when he confronted matt after Allison panicked when she started receiving pictures of herself in her locker. Scott was to gentle to actually do anything more than puff out his chest and deepen his voice but no one knew that. Scott probably felt like even more of a jerk now that this kid was found murdered. How weird was it that a professor was also found dead, Lanyard was matts favorite teacher everyone knew that. Lanyard was a versatile artist but was a world published photographer and took matt under his wing. It was weird and strange and stiles thought just continued to rattle on until his phone chirped.
"Stilinski get your ass over here and bring McCall to" Jackson barked and hung up before he could even say hello. Sighing, he yelled at Scott to get dressed; pulling his pants over his boxers, sliding a hoodie over the white shirt he slept in and stepping into his sneakers. Walking back into the living room he saw Scott silently snoring on the couch. Shrugging he left his step brother to doze while he went to Jacksons to see what they wanted.