Nightlife

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Lucas!" More incessant tapping. "Lucas, get up man! Lucas!"

Lucas Friar rolled over to look at Farkle Minkus tapping rapidly at his window, his eyes wide and his face pale. He got up and opened the window, letting the cool late summer breeze in.

"I was napping," Lucas said pointedly as Farkle crawled inside with his signature duffle bag.

"Yeah, well I was beginning to think I'd die of hyperthermia out there."

Lucas rolled his eyes at Farkle. "It's not that cold. It's summer, Farkle."

"Yeah well, that wasn't you out there knocking at a window for half an hour."

"Sure, sure," Lucas yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes sleepily before pointing out the duffle bag. "What's that for?"

"We're going hunting," Farkle told him reaching out into the duffle bag and pulling out a long metal bat and tossing it to Lucas.

"In the middle of the night?" Lucas asked confused. "With a bat? Kill a deer with a bat?"

"Yeah, old school," Farkle rolled his eyes at Lucas. "No, knuckle brain, that's for whatever psycho we encounter. You know killers usually show up at the scene of the crime."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Haven't you seen the news?" Farkle waited for Lucas's answer, but he already knew what it was. "No, of course, you didn't. Some girl got killed in the middle of the east woods. Some joggers found half of her body, the other half is somewhere out there. The cops are all over those woods like bees to honey."

"You mean your dad's all over those woods," Lucas said already tugging on a jacket.

"Yeah," Farkle waved his hand dismissing Lucas's words. "Point is we're there."

"Why do I always follow you to these stupid things?" Lucas muttered already missing the warmth of his bed.

"Oh, shut up you know you love me," Farkle was already going out the window not even asking if Mrs. Friar was home or not.

She wasn't. After Lucas's father left, Cassandra Friar spent day and night working hard in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. Lucas really admired his mother for that.

He skipped down the stairs and out of his house before he second guessed it all. If he second guessed it, Farkle wouldn't shut up about his 'betrayal' for months.

They spent, at least, an hour scouring the woods in the darkness. Only Farkle would want to come looking for a dead body knowing full well it was weird and that tomorrow was the first day back to school.

"Lucas do you hear that?" Farkle suddenly stopped, shining his flashlight into the dark foliage nearby.

"Farkle stop, man, it isn't funny." Lucas wasn't up for these games, he was already irritated Farkle woke him up.

"I'm not trying to be funny, " Farkle whispered softly, his face turning paler than the moon." I heard something. "

"Probably a bunny," Lucas insisted though his skin was already crawling and his eyes were desperately trying to find said bunny.

"I didn't know bunnies sounded like a freaking Chupacabra," Farkle said, his flashlight flooding light all around them.

Suddenly, there was rustle near the foliage adjacent to where they were and they both busted into a frantic sprint. Farkle was hollering and Lucas was struggling to take out his inhaler out of his pocket, already feeling his lungs start to give out.

Finally, Lucas had his inhaler in his clutch and was about to use it, when he found himself falling. He rolled down a steep hill, getting tangled in fallen leaves and foliage with loose twigs whacking him and possibly leaving scars.

"Lucas!" Farkle screamed skidding down the hill and trying to prop Lucas upright.

"Huh?" Lucas groaned, his shoulder ached and he can feel the sting of a scar on his left forearm.

Farkle slapped Lucas's cheek lightly. "Don't die on me, man."

"Farkle," Lucas breathed in roughly and his eyelids dropped.

"L-Lucas?" Farkle stuttered scared.

"I think I see the light."

"No, anything but that."

"It's so beautiful," Lucas reached a shaky hand skywards and Farkle let out a strangled sob. "So bright and big." He burst out laughing.

Farkle glanced at him quizzically before looking up at what Lucas was staring at. The moon.

He whacked a chuckling Lucas on the back, got up and dusted himself up. Lucas rolled around the leaves, his laughter resonating in the eerily quiet forest.

"You're a jackass," Farkle grumbled grabbing his duffle bag and flashlight making his towards the hill. "You know it's times like these I question our lifelong friendship, Friar."

Lucas rolled his eyes, his laughter still pouring out of his mouth like a gushing river. He moved his eyes towards the ground and dove towards his own flashlight. Something grayish white caught his eyes and he got a whiff of a foul scent.

He screamed already knowing what it was he found. He kicked the leaves and scrambled back, not having enough strength in himself to get back up and run.

"What? Did you find the freaking bunny?" Farkle said irritated, already on his way up the hill. "Is it freaking Bunnicula? Does he vant to suck your blood bleh bleh bleh."

"Farkle I found the body!"

"Sure, Lucas," Farkle sighed. "Just like you saw the light right? You had me one second away from seeing the light. The cause of death is no longer hyperthermia but a heart attack."

"Farkle I'm serious."

Farkle turned around, the fear and desperation in Lucas's voice scaring him. He ran down the hill pointing his flashlight towards Lucas's flashlight that lay next to something sickly.

Farkle had never seen something more disgusting in his life and in the name of science he was intrigued. It was the dead body of a woman, who once was probably beautiful but now she looked like something that washed up out of the ocean. Her skin was ghostly and covered in dried leaves. Her eyes were milky and her mouth was slack with a couple of bugs crawling out.

The sounds of dogs howling and footsteps were heard in the distance, inching closer. Farkle could already the stream of light coming from flashlights.

"Hide it's probably my dad," Lucas didn't move and Farkle stared at him pointedly. "He'll tell your mom and she will kill you. Hide Lucas. Go!"

Lucas nodded and grabbed his belongings and ducking out deep into the woods not bothering to look back.

"Farkle?" Sheriff Minkus groaned at the sight of his son. "How many times do I have to tell you not to listen in and go body hunting?"

Farkle was about to answer him with a quick witty remark when Sheriff Minkus pointed the light towards the woods.

"Where's your partner in crime?" He questioned confused.

"Lucas?" Farkle asked nonchalantly. "Oh, he's at home. Yup, he's so excited for school tomorrow he went to sleep early. That weirdo."

Sheriff Minkus didn't buy it but he shrugged it off and began talking to the other officers as they all crowded around the dead body. Farkle looked back into the woods hoping Lucas got home alright.

Lucas bolted through the woods, wheezing when he knew he was far away from the scene of the crime he stopped. He shook his inhaler and breathed in. His lungs wanting to burst and collapse simultaneously. He groaned from the pain and exhaustion.

Why did he always have to follow Farkle to these things?

He could hear a faint rustle and a growl from his left. Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Not funny, Farkle!" Lucas yelled out.

There was no answer just the sound of the rustling and growling creeping closer. Lucas gasped as he saw a hunched dark figure shrouded in the darkness. He could see it's beady red eyes fixed on Lucas.

Lucas's breathe caught in his throat and he was paralyzed with fear. The figure lurched forward hurriedly and Lucas scrambled to escape. His long legs pulled him forward, but his lungs held him back. He lost his footing and stumbled clumsily but kept going.

He cursed, feeling his lungs painfully trying to keep up with his speed. The figure howled, its long snout twisting up as it peered up the moon. Lucas scared tripped again, this time hitting the ground hard.

The beast pounced, its teeth puncturing Lucas's side, before it pulling away. Lucas's body writhed, as he felt a hot searing pain sweep it and he gives out a strangled scream.

The beast stepped back with an almost satisfied look in its eyes. It turned its head as its ears perked up at noise from afar, it sped away as if nothing had happened. As soon as it dashed out of his eyes, Lucas was dashing out of the woods too, forgetting his flashlight and inhaler in the process.

He stumbled blindly onto the road barely being missed by a swerving vehicle. He pulled up his sweater, gagging at the sickly red bite mark he was sporting.

"Oh, damn," he gasps feeling dread pool in his stomach.

Next on Werewolf Meets Huntress:

"So what are you suggesting?" Lucas asked shrugging his hand off. "Werewolf?" He joked.

Farkle shrugged, his eyes bright with amusement. "Could be."

"You need to stop watching those movies," Lucas pointed out. "I think it's affecting your brain."

Note: Based on Teen Wolf. It won't be the exact thing. The characters will be different. I've taken the concept of Teen Wolf and put it how I saw fit with Girl Meets World. No character will be exactly who they were inspired by from Teen Wolf.

Disclaimer : I'm not Jeff Davis or Michael Jacobs. I don't own any of this.