Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters. Only the additional ones which is Jaina, a 16-year-old Sophomore.
This is my 3rd fan fiction, but my 1st fan fiction of Teen Wolf.
What if Scott had been kidnapped by Allison's father and aunt, and Jaina, his friend, didn't have a clue about it? He wouldn't be able to save her that night when she left work. . .when she was attacked by a beast. Who saves Jaina that night in the woods?
Read and find out.
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Chapter 1: The Attack
I walked down the sidewalk on my way home from work over at the vet clinic. I was all alone; there were no cars driving by. The only light around was the full moon, but I also took a flashlight from some guy's toolbox. I didn't mind walking, but I was afraid of walking at night. I couldn't drive since my dad grounded me for sneaking out in the middle of the night after he told about a hairy beast being around. I was aware of the things he was telling me every now and then, but there were times when I thought was making stuff up.
However, when he started talking about a beast being around, I knew that he wasn't making that up. I heard rumors in school about an animal killing people, like an elderly man who used to drive a school bus when Scott was in preschool, the clerk from the supermarket, and a young girl who was estimated to be fifteen years old named Laura Hale. I was hearing people talking about this beast living in the woods, hunting every night for its prey.
I'd call Scott to give me a ride, but he didn't answer his cell phone. I sent him a text message, but he didn't reply back. I thought it was because he was sleeping since it was 9:45, but he told me that his curfew wasn't until 10:30. At least, that was what he said last week when I asked him about his mom working at night, and that he'd be home alone.
Snap!
I froze as soon as I heard the soft sound that sounded like someone stepped on a twig or something. I looked to my left where the woods was since the sound could have come from there. I knew it would be dangerous to go into the woods, but someone told me that it was a shortcut to get to my house instead of going around it. I wasn't sure if that was true, and my conscious was telling me that I should take the long way just to be safe.
Snap!
I heard it again, but this time, it was louder than the first one. I grabbed the rail above the short concrete wall protecting people from falling into the small stream with rocks in the way, then I jumped over it and landed on the small pebbles in the stream.
Everything was quiet, but I was being aware of my surroundings. I walked down the stream quietly, not wanting to make a sound other than my breathing. I knew that I was nervous since my heart was racing like a thousand miles already. I'd turned off the flashlight, not wanting to be seen by anyone in the woods. I slowly lowered my hand to my pocket from my jacket to where I kept my pepper spray, and in the other pocket was my dad's pocketknife. I didn't want to steal it, but I had to find something small enough to keep it with me in case I ended up in trouble.
Shortly, I heard a growl coming from an animal that I ran up behind a tree, and stood there for a couple of minutes. I knelt down and covered my mouth to keep myself from being heard from my heavy breathings. The sounds from whatever it was were getting louder, meaning that the creature was getting closer.
I slowly leaned forward to take a quick peek. I felt my heart pounding my chest hard as well as my palms being sweaty from fear. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't once I saw the creature's dark form. It was standing upright, about seven feet tall, but it wasn't wearing any clothes. I knew that it must be some kind of animal, but I wasn't sure the kind of animal it was. The fur was jet black, and the animal had pointed ears sticking out, like Batman.
The creature lifted its head up, sniffing the air. Then, unexpectedly, he looked over his shoulder, and I pulled away in an instant. I remained hiding from the animal, hoping that it didn't see me. I heard it growling, and then. . .there were sounds like it was walking away. . .slowly like a snail's pace.
I waited for about ten minutes just to be safe, and looked back where I saw the creature. The creature was gone. I slowly stood up and looked around, but the creature was nowhere in sight. My heart was still racing, but I wasn't sure why since the creature was already gone.
I thought back of how the creature looked like. Possibly taller than my parents, and my aunt Kate, but. . .I was not completely sure it was an animal. At least, an ordinary animal. The creature didn't have a tail of any kind, but I saw claws that looked like they were almond-shaped claws. I wasn't sure what I saw, but I knew that I wasn't going to like it one bit.
I walked over to the spot where it was before it left, and I looked at its footprints. The footprints weren't anything like I'd seen before. They were a bit bigger than mine, but I believed that they were bigger than a normal human's footprint. The creature wasn't wearing any shoes, but in front, there were what looked like toes to me. . .with claws. The footprints looked like an animal's footprints, but what kind?
Hmm, that's strange. Most footprints from animals I'd seen aren't any bigger than mine, I thought. How strange of that.
I looked up from the footprints and looked around me, but I was the only one in the middle of the woods. Behind was the path where I came to the creature from, but I was mainly surrounded by tall, dark trees with hardly any leaves on them. Owls were hooting softly, a howl was heard in an distant that was sending cold chills down my spine.
Slowly, I stood up with my eyes widened with alert. Somehow, I was sensing that there was someone with me. I felt a pair of eyes staring at me, but I didn't know where. I looked around, but there was no one but trees. At once, I was afraid. . .of being killed like the others. My heart was still racing as I was backing away slowly. I'd regretted of coming to the woods in the first place; then I would have been halfway home already.
Snap!
For the third time I heard it, it was coming from behind me, and I was afraid to look back. I assumed that it was the same creature who was here a while ago, and I knew that it was standing behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck were going up, and I could hear the creature growling. I closed my eyes as soon as I felt it breathing down my neck, sending more chills down.
Immediately, I turned and looked at it only to realize that it was the hairy beast everyone was talking about. The red eyes like the color of blood were staring at my eyes. It bared its drooling fangs at me, and I could have swore that I smelled that disgusting breath! His head was like a dog, but more. . .hideous and vicious-looking.
The beast roared at me viciously that I started to panic!
"AAAHH!" I screamed.
I took off when I had the chance. But the beast was quicker than I was that he grabbed me by the back of my jacket, and pulled me with such force. He'd pulled me back so that I was against his strident chest, and he wrapped his muscular, hairy arm around my neck. He growled loudly while I screamed in a high-pitched shrill. As I was struggling around to free myself, he then scratched me on my side that I let out an agonizing scream.
Then I reached for the pocketknife, opened up the blade, and then I stabbed the beast's arm to make him let me go.
He let out a howl of pain while I ran, but then he came up behind me and pushed me to where I'd hit the tree in the head. I groaned softly once I felt the pain throbbing the back of my head. And when I reached to it, I felt something wet and smelled rust.
Blood! I thought.
When I tried to get up, I felt something wet on my thigh through my pants, and my white shirt. I knew by then that it was blood seeping through, and I didn't have any time to stop the bleeding. The beast was advancing me with that vicious glare of his. While I was staring at his red eyes, I could see my reflection on them with a painful expression on my face. I wanted to move away, but I was injured badly that I couldn't move without having the stinging pain in my leg and head.
The beast opened up his hand to reveal his sharp claws that were like knives. I remained lying down, bleeding, keeping my eyes on the cruel beast. I was waiting for him to kill me since there was no way I could call for help from a mile away. The beast stood about a yard from me, and raised his hand slowly, ready to strike me, and tear my flesh apart into pieces.
I closed my eyes, waiting for my life to be taken away by a cruel beast. Goodbye, Scott. Goodbye, Stiles, I thought.
Without prediction, I heard a loud roar coming that wasn't from the beast in front of me. I opened my eyes, and saw a stranger in clothes charging at the beast. The guy growled at the creature, and then pushed him down away from me. I didn't get a good look at the guy, but I knew that he was wearing a jet black leather jacket, and he had black hair. When I saw his face, it was nothing like I'd seen before. He had ears sticking out, and his eyes were golden-yellow. And when he roared at the beast, I saw canine fangs like the beast's.
I couldn't keep myself up to see of what was happening, but I let my head fall back and I closed my eyes. I heard the guy growling like an animal, the soft grunts, and the sounds of pain. As I was beginning to fall asleep, I could still hear the guy fighting the beast as if it was human like him.
Then. . .silence fell upon me.
Thank you for reading this!
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Go, Derek Hale!
