I'M SORRY ABOUT THE CONFUSION, MY SEQUEL, SAME OLD TRIALS, WAS TAKEN DOWN FOR SOME REASON AND I CAN'T RECOVER IT. REPOSTING IT SEEMS LIKE TOO MUCH OF A HASSLE SO I'LL BE POSTING THE NEW CHAPTERS ON THIS FANFICTION.
After being dragged to the woods with his best friend and being scratched, Samuel aka Sam, begins experiencing weird things, seeing weird things and feeling weird. It does help that his grandmother is acting weird also. He also begins noticing weird things happening around his one of his best friends and makes it his mission to help him, but will he have the time once his grandmother reveals her secrets to him?
Rated T…for now
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf but I wouldn't mind locking Lydia, Derek and Scott up in my room to be my prisoners. ;-)
(Chapter 1)
Sam sat at the desk in his room with a pencil in his hand and a huge sketch paper in front of his. He was drawing on the huge paper with a lamp beside him. Behind him was a queen sized bed, a night stand next to it, a dresser across it with a television on top of it. There was a closet door next to his desk. There were two windows that were on either side of the dresser on the wall that lead out to the roof where a tree was in the front of his house.
Sam grunted erasing a little mistake before fixing it, making it look as if he never made a mistake. Sam was dressed in a long sleeved white t-shirt, track pants and long socks. His long locks were brushed back on top of his head and his sage green eyes stared intently at the sheet.
Suddenly, there was a couples a branches breaking and leaves rustling, breaking Sam out of his trance. Turning to his window Sam climbed out of his seat and walked over to peer through the blinds. He saw something pass by his windows.
"What the hell?" he muttered, he watched as whoever was standing on his roof walked over to the other window on the other side of his room. Frowning, he turned to his lamp and turned it off so that his room was completely dark.
He knew exactly who it was on his roof and was planning on teaching that person a lesson. Sam ventured over to the window and pressed himself against the wall in between the window and dresser. A shadow grew on the ground before his window.
The window slid open and a hand grabbed under the blinds to lift them up. Sam watched as his best friend climbed through the window. Once the boy was fully inside the house and on his feet, Sam grabbed his wrist and flung the boy to the floor on his stomach.
Sam sat on his back and pulled the arms back so that they were touching at the wrist. "Ah! What the hell?" the boy under him exclaimed.
Sam glared. "You know damn well I hate when you sneak into my room, Stiles!" he hissed quietly. "And be quiet! My grandma is still asleep." He pointed out.
"Okay! Okay!" he soothed trying to ease himself out of the tight grip of his best friend. "Can you please let me go."
"Will you promise to not sneak back into my room?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
Scoffing, Sam let go of Stiles arms and pushed himself off the ground. Stiles scrambled to his feet and turned to Sam, who crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow with his eyes standing out in the dark. "Care to share why you decided to sneak into my home when we have school tomorrow?" he demanded.
Stiles opened his mouth to answer until he saw that Sam's bedroom door was open, speeding over to it he closed the door and then turned to his friend. "I had to because you weren't answering your phone." He said. "I mean seriously, why would you and Scott have a phone if you're not going to answer it?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders looking indignant. "You make every phone call sound like its life or death."
"It could be, I could be on the ground dying and neither of you would-"
"Alright, alright!" Sam exclaimed quietly rubbing both of his temples, he was beginning to get a headache. "Just tell me why you're here."
Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets. "I found out the my dad and his deputies found a dead body in the woods." He said.
"And?"
"We're going out there."
Sam's eyes widened. "What?" He demanded taking a step back. "Someone was just killed in the woods, where your dad found a dead body, and you want the two of us to go there?" he demanded, he really believed Stiles was insane sometimes.
"One, it three of us, Scott is outside." Stiles pointed out. "Two, the only found half of the body."
Jaw ajar, Sam blinked. "Only half?" he whispered to himself suddenly interested until something Stiles said registered in his head. "Wait, Scott is outside?" he demanded.
Stiles blinked. "Yeah." He stretched out the word wondering what the problem was.
"Let's go, but if this is a waste of time or I'll kick both of your asses." He threatened before grabbing a black hooded jacket off the back of his chair.
(Beacon Hills Reserves. First Person)
We pulled up to Beacon Hills Reserves with a sign warning people not to enter after dark hanging from a chain that was attached from two posts.
Scott climbed out the jeep. "Are we really doing this?" he wondered eyeing the forest warily. I climbed out the same side and stood beside him. The reserves were scarier at night, hence the sign I guess.
Stiles slammed his door shut and turned on his flashlight. "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens here." He reminded stepping over the chain.
Scott and I followed. "I wanted to get goodnights sleep for practice tomorrow."
"Because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles mocked sarcastically.
"No, because I'm going to be playing this year," Scott insisted. "in fact, I'm going to be on the frontline."
Stiles opened his mouth, to rebuke Scott I'm sure so I quickly jabbed him in his gut with my elbow. "Stop it!" I hissed before snatching the flashlight out of Stiles's hand. Scott shot me an appreciative glance I only shrugged, he needed to learn to stop letting Stiles run all over him.
We continued to follow Stiles with me waving the flashlight around so that we could see where we were going. "So, which part of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked out of the blue.
"Huh," Stiles said as if the thought hadn't occurred to him. "I didn't even think about that?"
"And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott continued.
"Also something I didn't think about."
"What?" I demanded, Stiles glanced over his shoulder and gave an apologetic shrug. I wanted to clobber him with this flash light, he was such an idiot. "No, completely and entirely no!" I said stopping where I stood.
Scott stopped next to me and Stiles turned around to face us. "What?" he asked exasperatedly.
"What? Really Stiles?" I asked. "You can't think that I'm going to continue to go deeper into these woods with the possibility of the murderer still out here."
"Oh, come on."
"He's right Stiles, is it really worth us getting caught by whoever did it?"
"Oh, you know what?" Stiles marched up to me and snatched the flashlight out of my hand. "You two do whatever but I'm still going." And with that he turned and stormed towards a big hill.
Scott and I traded glances before he sighed. "We can't let him go by himself." He muttered.
I scoffed but didn't deny it; if I left Stiles out here by himself I'd be worrying about him and would feel guilty if anything happened to him. Scott jogged forward to catch up with Stiles as he walked up the hill with slight difficulties while I followed behind a little less enthused.
"Maybe the kid with extreme asthmatic problems should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott said jokingly but I could hear the tired pants.
I caught up to him as he leaned back on the tree. Stiles glanced back at us and smirked, something tells me that if we hadn't have followed he probably wouldn't have went deeper but as always we fell for his bluff. I rolled my eyes.
We made it to the top of the hill, well Stiles and I had first. I saw a flash of light and heard dog barking before Stiles pushed me down with him landing next to me. I heard Scott land next to us as we peered ahead.
I'm sure that was Stiles's father and his group of deputies with their dogs. "We're so going to get caught." I muttered.
Stiles climbed to his feet. "No we're not, let's go!" he exclaimed taking off.
"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed as we both scrambled to our feet and took off after him. I could have caught up to Stiles but one quick glance over at Scott had me wanting to make sure he didn't fall behind. I moved at an even pace to make sure I could keep Stiles in sight and Scott from falling back.
"Stiles!"
"Stiles, wait up!"
We both hissed but the fool continued to run forward. I wanted to yell out when I saw that the group of police officers was heading in the same direction Stiles was running in. "Stiles!" Scott exclaimed again passing me up.
Stiles turned to us not noticing the officer behind him. I heard the dog barking and watched as Stiles fell on his back.
I quickly grabbed the back of Scott's jacket and pulled him over to a thick tree before pressing him against it with my hand over his mouth.
"Stay right there!" I heard one of the officer's orders and immediately thought that they were talking to Scott and I.
"Hold on, hold on!" We heard a familiar gruff voice call out, Scott and I glanced at each other before I peered around the tree slightly. I could see Stiles on the ground with a deputy, a dog and his father standing over him. "This delinquent is mine." He admitted.
"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles tried to greeted nonchalantly.
"So, uh, do you listen to all of my phone calls?" he wondered sounding as if he didn't know if he wanted the answer or not.
"No, not the boring ones." Stiles admitted.
"Uh-huh," I pulled my head back when Mr. Stilinski glanced around. "And where is the other two musketeers?" he demanded knowingly.
I was so close to Scott I could feel his heart slamming against his chest. "Calm down." I hissed into his ear but I had no room to talk, I felt like mine was about to jump from my throat.
"Scott and Sam? Oh, Scott wanted to get a goodnights sleep for school tomorrow and Sam slammed the door in my face before I could ask him, so it's just me…in the woods…alone.." That didn't sound convincing from where we were standing, Mr. Stilinski wouldn't believe we'd let Stiles come here alone.
"Scott? Sam? Are you two out there? Scott?" I saw the flashlight pass by where we were standing and sighed relieved when it dropped. "Well young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car and then you and I are going to have a long talk about invasion of privacy."
Both Scott and I listened as Stiles tried to protest going with his dad but knew it was out of his hands, his dad wouldn't let his son go back off into the woods with no good reason. I removed my hand from Scott's mouth and we both peered around the tree, the officers and Stiles were all walking in the opposite direction.
I took a step away from Scott and ran fingers through my hair as Scott paced around in front of me. "This isn't good, this so isn't good!" he muttered.
I shook my head. "That's an understatement of the century Scott but if we would have got caught we both know your mom and my grandma would have been told and then who knows what else would have happened? That last thing I need is for my absentee mother to come home and try to ridicule me."
Scott continued pacing in front of me so I grabbed his wrist into my hand and gave a slightly squeeze. "Hey, let's just hurry and get out of here."
Scott stopped and turned to me. "Do you remember the way we came?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure."
"On a scale from 1-10."
"6."
"Great." He muttered sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes before letting his hand drop and turned in the direction we came. We walked but Scott jumped when thunder cackled in the distance. I glanced around to make sure there weren't any wild animals out here but tensed when I heard something rattle.
Scott stopped and began shaking his inhaler while staring off into the distance, I stopped a little away from him and leaned against a tree. Then all of a sudden a herd of deer galloped from behind some trees. "Scott!" I yelled as he fell to the ground and the deer obscured my view of him.
I could hear him grunting and gasping while catches slight glimpse of his red jacket until all of the deer finally were gone and on the ground laid an uninjured Scott. I rushed over to him and kneeled down. "Are you alright?" I asked, he looked like he was going to have a panic attack.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine." He panicked and quickly rolled over so that he was on his knees. He stood and took out his phone to use as a flashlight. "Just help me find my inhaler." He ordered.
I didn't though just made sure I was next to him and looked around with him as he waved his phone around until it landed on the dead body, upper dead body, of a woman. Scott screamed taking several steps back and fell backwards down the hill.
I gasped standing on top of the hill. "Scott! Scott!" I exclaimed running down the hill after him. When he reached the bottom he didn't move for a moment which had me worried but then he got onto his knees.
I made it to him and helped him to his feet, he pushed me away but I didn't take it to heart, he was frightened. "Scott, calm down, I'm here." I tried to placate.
"No, we need to hurry out of here." He stated and climbed over a large branch.
I ran around it until I was in front of him. "Scott, we're going in…" I trailed off when my eyes landed on something standing there in the distance, watching us. "Scott."
Scott paused before, very slowly, turning to face what I was looking at. I'm not sure what it was but it stood on its legs and roared at us. Before I knew it something hit me on the side of my arm, I felt my feet leave the ground until my back hit it.
I gasped trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of me, I could hear Scott panicked yelling and felt around until my hand grazed something thick. I lifted my head and saw it was a medal rod or something. I wrapped my hand around it and stumbled to my feet before turning to Scott.
The beast was standing over Scott while he panicked. I rushed over and slammed the rod against the beasts head. It flinch and then lifted its head to growl at me, I froze for a moment before slamming it into its head once more, knocking it off Scott.
Scott crawled to his feet and ran over to me; I wrapped my arm around his shoulder dropping the rod. "Come on!" he yelled grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the beast. I looked over my shoulder and saw it was gone but didn't tell Scott that, we needed to get out now!
I could feel searing pain in my arm, I think the adrenaline helped soothe it out but now without it the pain felt almost unbearable. We stumbled into the street and saw lights, a SUV swerved around to avoid hitting us before driving off.
Scott and I watched as it drove off, both of our panting filled the quiet air. I was beginning to feel lightheaded. "Are you alright?" I asked Scott.
He didn't answer only lifted his shirt up; I flinched when I saw a bleeding bite mark on his waist. My arm throbbed and I shifted. He looked up at me and his eyes widened. "You're bleeding." He whispered.
"What?" I demanded looking down; my jacket wasn't zipped up so my white shirt was showing except it was covered in dirt. I saw what Scott was talking about, there was blood seeping into my shirt near my right shoulder. I shed my jacket and saw my right sleeve had blood stains. I took off my shirt ignoring the rain and gasped, three claw marks there.
Scott and I stared at each other for a moment before I shook my head. "Help me with this, I'm losing a lot of blood." I muttered.
"What do I do?"
"Rip my shirt." I ordered handing it to him. He did it down the middle. "Now wrap it around my arm."
"Won't that hurt?"
"No, it'll feel like dandelion and give me a sweet feeling inside my heart, of course it'll hurt you idiot." I snapped. He didn't say anymore as he wrapped the shirt tightly around my arm, ignoring the hiss I gave at the pain. Once he tied it up I sighed. "Come on, we need to hurry and get to a hospital."
"We can't!" he exclaimed.
"What?"
"We'll have to explain how we got these wounds and then what?" he asked. "Tell them a giant wolf attacked us."
"It wasn't a wolf."
"Then what the hell was it?"
"I don't know!" I raised my voice; the street light above us flickered before dying. We both glanced up and it gave me time to calm down. "Fine, no hospital, I just hope they don't get infected."
Scott nodded. "Come on." He muttered wrapping an arm around my shoulder; we began to walk down the path in the rain. I don't know what attacked us but I couldn't help but think I'd seen it somewhere before.
(Time Skip)
I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom letting the steam out. I only wore a pair of jeans and socks as I stared into the mirror but mostly at the bandages wrapped around my upper right arm. It still hurt and I'm sure there would be scars but it's better than having it infected and having the doctors cut off my arm.
Huffing, I brushed my teeth before grabbing the cup of water and spitting it into the sink. When I lifted my head back to the mirror, I jumped when I saw my grandmother standing there eyeing me. I turned around to face her. "Grandma." I greeted surprised, there was no use hiding the bandages I'm sure she already saw them.
My grandma, Giselle, hummed, her eyes were the exact same eyes I saw every time I looked at my reflection, when the sun hit them right. Her light mocha skin tone made her eyes stand out, especially with her black dreads falling to the middle of her back. She wore a dark green sweater and black pants.
"Sammy," she greeted back, I forced myself not to flinch at the nickname. "You know that your phone has been ringing nonstop for the past fifteen minutes and that I allowed Lydia into your room right?" she asked with a teasing smile.
I gave a nervous chuckle. "There's nothing going on between Lydia and I, grandma, she has a boyfriend." I reminded her.
"But here she is with you, interesting." My grandma turned around and walked out of the bathroom, I'm surprised she didn't comment on the bandages but I'm happy she didn't.
I walked out of my bathroom, which was conjoined with my room, and saw Lydia sitting at my desk flipping through the sketches I drew. "Hmm, how do you always get my good side?" she asked turning around and striking a pose in the seat.
I snorted. "Because every side is your good side Lyds." I teased walking over to my bed where my black t-shirt was sitting but not my jean jacket, a tight looking green cargo jacket placed it. I raised a brow turning to Lydia. "Is there a reason you went through my closet?" I asked.
"Learn to dress wisely and I won't have to dress you myself." She ordered turning back to flip through my sketchbook.
I huffed pulling on my t-shirt and then the jacket. I quickly walked over to my cellphone on the nightstand and shoved it into my pocket, and then pulled grabbed my backpack off the ground and slung it over my shoulder. "Let's go, Lydia." I rushed but she didn't turn to me.
I looked over my shoulder at her and frowned when I saw her staring at a picture. I moved behind her and saw it was of the woman I drew last night before Stiles snuck into my room. "Who is this?" she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just drew her last night." The woman was beautiful; I drew it in pencil so there wasn't any color. She had long black hair and piercing eyes, she was facing a different direction while looking back over her shoulder.
"What is this?" Lydia pointed to the figure I drew.
"I don't know, I just made it so that she had something to look at."
"But it looks like a person."
I noticed it did, a man in fact, and that for some reason made my stomach jump. I patted Lydia on her shoulder. "Better be careful princess, your mask is slipping." I warned.
Lydia snapped reached over and pulled the book closed before turning to me blinking vapidly. "What?" she asked innocently.
I snorted holding out my hand for her to grab, she did and we walked out, hand in hand. Maybe that's why my grandmother thought there was something between us, Lydia and I did have a real physical relationship but there was nothing behind it. I didn't feel that way for her and vice versa.
As we walked down the stairs that lead immediately to the door, I looked down the hall. "Grandma, we're leaving!" I called.
"Okay, Sammy, see you after school."
Lydia looked over her shoulder. "It was good seeing you Ms. Giselle." Lydia called.
"Nice to see you too, Lydia, come over more."
"I'll try." With that I urged Lydia out the door and closed it behind us.
Lydia drove a black Mercedes-Benz, one of the nicer cars at school, while I was still saving up to buy my car. I climbed into the passenger's seat while Lydia climbed into the driver's. Once the car started and she pulled off, I turned on the radio and it immediately landed on Usher.
Lydia glanced over at me. "You know you're grandma is a looker, she could seriously get a boyfriend if she would let me dress her." She pointed out.
I shook my head smiling. "My grandparents may not be married but that doesn't mean they're over each other, I mean my granddad only lives a couple blocks away and they always hang out."
Lydia snorted. "Old people can be so weird."
I laughed nodding my head. "I know, I swear my grandmother gets weirder every time she drinks, I mean she honestly thinks that she's magical."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "I don't believe in magic but if she can make my wishes come true I'll believe then."
"I don't think she means like that." I said.
"What do you mean?" Lydia asked shooting me a look.
"I don't know, it's just that she thinks she's psychic or something, and that I'm psychic."
Turning a corner, Lydia shrugged her shoulder. "You did predict that it would rain last week even though the skies were clear, not a cloud to be seen."
"Not, it's just a matter of not trusting the weather man."
"Whatever," Lydia said. "So, you're ready for the party this weekend?" it sounded like a warning.
I rolled my eyes as Lydia turned into Beacon Hills High School parking lot and parked in the closest spot to the school. "Yes, Lyds, I have my outfit and everything." I stated.
Lydia cut the engine and turned to me, the sun made her pale skin and strawberry-blonde hair glow. "No you don't." she said. "Because I'm picking out your outfit." And with that she climbed out of her car.
I shook my head and climbed out too, I'm glad to have Lydia because if I had driven myself last night's horrors would be seeping into my mind and I didn't want to think about it right now. I followed Lydia down the pavement. "Lydia, you can't go through life dressing me like a child."
"You're right," she agreed surprising me. "So stop dressing like those idiots you hang out with and dress like Jackson." She suggested.
I scoffed. "And look like a douchebag?" I asked, Jackson was the king of assholes and I wanted nothing to do with him, but because he was dating my best friend I had to. "I'll pick out a different outfit."
As we continued to walk I saw Stiles and Scott standing there, Stiles eyes quickly landed on me and then Lydia and he swooned as we walked past. "Hey, Lydia you look like…you're going to ignore me again." He said disappointed.
I shook my head wishing Stiles wouldn't put himself in the positon to be hurt. "Hey, Lyds, I'll catch up with you later."
"Okay." And with that some girl came up to Lydia and they walked away walking up the stairs into the school.
I turned and jogged back over to Stiles in time to hear him call Scott a nerd. I snorted gaining both their attention. "You're both nerds." I pointed out. "It's just you're a nerd who doesn't know when he's out of his league."
Stiles glared at me. "Instead of insulting me, you could help me with her." He said gesturing in the direction Lydia went in.
"Uh, she has a boyfriend that could kick your ass, so I think not." I'd rather not have Stiles beaten up by Jackson.
The bell rang and all three of us walked turned walking towards the stairs.
(Class Room)
I sat in front of Stiles and next to Scott in class watching as our teacher wrote on the board with his back to us. I felt heard Stiles desk squeak. "So, when are you going to show me those marks on your arm?" he whispered into my ear.
I shot looked over my shoulder and glared. "When there aren't a bunch of people watching us." I hissed.
"But I want to see, Scott's is bandaged."
"And mine are unbandage so that my arm would need cut off and put in a jar to keep?" I asked sarcastically.
"That would be so cool."
I turned back around and lifted my hand flicking Stiles in his forehead. I glanced at Scott, who shook his head at the two of us.
We turned our attention back to the teacher, who turned to us. "So, as you know, there was indeed a body found last night in Beacon Hills Reserves last night, and I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with scenarios with what happened but I am here to tell you that the police has a suspect in custody, so that means that you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus on your desk outlining the semester."
I rolled my eyes and turned to Scott but saw that his attention was on something outside the window, I followed his gaze and saw that it was on some girl, whose face was obscured by her long hair, she was walking with the principle into the school.
I raised a brow turning o Stiles, who wasn't paying any attention. I sat forward with a sigh and watched as the principle walked in with the brunette. "Class this is our new student Allison Argent, so do your best to make her feel welcome." The principle ordered.
I eyed her, she was gorgeous and had definitely caught Scott's attention, I felt my lips tug up at the corners as she sat down behind Scott and next to Stiles, I frowned when Scott turned around with a pen in his hand.
She looked surprised by the gesture before smiling and taking it. "Thanks." Scott turned around with a huge grin on his face and red on his cheeks.
I reached over tapping his shoulder with my pencil; he jumped and turned to me. I raised a brow mouthing, what was that? He only shrugged his shoulder. I turned to face forward as the teacher began to talk again.
As soon as the bell rang, I gathered my things and shoved them into my backpack before walking out of class. Stiles caught up to me. "So, those claw marks?"
"Trust me Stiles; they're not something to be so fascinated in." I said rounding a corner. I saw Scott staring over at Allison, who was talking to Lydia. That caught me by surprise since Lydia didn't make a habit of talking to just anyone but hey.
I left Stiles and walked over to the three of them as Jackson did, Allison watched as the two shared a kiss. I scoffed. "Get a room." I ordered causing them to break apart and everyone turned to me. Jackson glared, Lydia rolled her eyes and Allison gave a smile. I grinned at her. "Hey, I'm Sam Mellal." I introduced myself holding out my hand.
She grabbed it and shook it. "Allison Argent." She introduced herself.
I smirked glancing over at Scott, who was watching us. "Pretty name for a gorgeous girl." I complimented turning back to her. She was tall for a girl but not the tallest, I was five elven so I'd say she's five eight.
Lydia turned back to Allison while Jackson wrapped his arm around her. "So, this weekend there's a party." She said.
Allison tilted her head. "A party?"
"Yeah," Jackson chimed in. "Friday night, you should come."
I saw Allison glance around nervously. "Oh I'm sorry I can't, it's Family Night this Friday."
I shrugged. "Are you sure? It's supposed to be one thee parties this year." I added.
"Plus everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson added.
She glanced at the three of us. "You mean like football?" she asked.
I gave a short chuckle. "Football is like a myth here in this city," I said. "We focus on lacrosse, our team is pretty good." I gave pointed look towards Jackson, who smirked at me. I could be cordial with the jackass. "We've won the state championships for the past two years."
Lydia turned and brushed a strand of hair away from Jackson's face looking proud. "Because of the team captain."
"We have practice in a few minutes that is if you don't have anything else."
"Well I was gonna…"
Lydia grabbed her hand smiling. "Perfect." She interrupted and began dragging Allison away.
Jackson and I traded looks as the girls walked in front of us. "She's hot." He said pointedly.
"Very." I agreed wondering where he was going with this.
"You should ask her out." I frowned glancing over my shoulder at Scott, who was staring after us, I couldn't help but wonder if he heard our conversation. "Sam."
I broke from my thoughts and turned back to Jackson. "What?"
"I said you should ask her out."
I shook my head. "Nah, plus I already have a date to the party." Jackson raised a brow so I leaned forward so that I was close to his ear. "Your friend Danny."
I pulled back waiting for his reaction, it wasn't a secret that I preferred both sexes but I haven't openly dated a guy before and I won't because I only asked Danny so that I wouldn't be alone at the party while Lydia and Jackson were off doing who knows what while Scott and Stiles got themselves into some trouble.
Jackson frowned but didn't say anymore, something tells me he and Danny will be talking soon. I chuckled when Jackson turned to go into the boys' locker room after a kiss with Lydia. I caught up with the girls, on the other side of Lydia, and wrapped my arm around her waist. Allison glanced over at me. "You're not on the team?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, sports isn't my thing; I'd rather kickback with my sketchpad."
Lydia smirked intertwining out arms while Allison smiled. "You draw?" she asked. I nodded. "You should show me sometimes."
My grinned widened, I loved the feeling I get when people compliment my drawings. "Sure." I agreed. "I'll bring some to school tomorrow."
The three of us made it outside and onto the benches; I spotted Stiles and Scott walking on the field. I waved my hand at them gaining their attention but Scott only had eyes for Allison, who saw him and smiled. I huffed sitting on the bench with Allison between Lydia and I.
"Who is that?" I heard Allison ask and turned to the person she was gesturing to: Scott.
I smiled. "That's Scott McCall."
Allison and Lydia turned to me. "You know him?"
"We've been friends since we were ten."
"While we have been friends since diapers." Lydia said referring to us, our mothers were best friends when they were younger so Lydia and I was raised together, and I know her better than anyone and vice versa. I think Lydia only added that because she doesn't like them. She turned to Allison. "Why?"
"He's in my English class."
I watched as the practice began and felt nervous when I saw Scott would be the human target for the team. When the coach blew the whistle I saw Scott stagger like it was blown in his ear, he lifted his gloved hands up to his head.
I winced when my right arm throbbed. Something was about to happen, I don't know how I know but I do. When I saw one of the players launch a ball at the unsuspecting Scott and hit it squarely in his facemask knocking him on his back, I fought the urge to run and check on him. "Damn it!" I hissed.
Everyone began laughing like it was the funniest thing on earth but even now that wasn't what worried me, it was what happened after the whistle was blown. "Try again, Scott!" I cheered.
I watched as another was thrown and Scott caught it, followed by another which Scott caught and another. I normally would have clapped my hands and cheered but this was strange, I've never seen Scott do anything like that.
Allison nodded her head nudging me. "He seems like he's pretty good." She said.
"Very good." Lydia agreed.
"Too good." I muttered worriedly, my arm was throbbing and the pain was coming back.
Ball after ball, Scott caught them becoming more hyped with each catch until I saw Jackson shove his way to the front looking like he had something to prove. I frowned as Jackson ran forward and reeled his net back with the ball in place, he leaped in the air and launched it.
Scott caught it. I couldn't help it, I stood to my feet clapping at the same time as Stiles, Allison cheered but I was surprised when Lydia stood. I saw Jackson turn to Lydia, who gave him a pointed look. I didn't know what it meant but it made me nervous.
(Beacon Hills Reserves)
I watched as Stiles and Scott jumped over a ledge in the forest and stepped into water. "I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball and it's not the only weird thing." He said.
Both of them turned to me when they noticed I wasn't behind them. Stiles huffed. "Come on, Sam, it's just water." He rushed.
Water could kill people, I thought glancing down at the running water. I breathed taking a couple steps back before running forward; I leaped over the water and flipped in the air landing a couple steps away from my friend. Stiles rolled his eyes before turning them back to Scott as we continued walking through the forest. "Go on." I urged Scott.
"I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things."
"Smell things?" Stiles asked curiously. "Like what?"
"Like the mint gum in your pocket."
Stiles snorted. "I don't have any…" he trailed off reaching into his jacket pocket and pulled out gum. I was as surprised as Stiles. Scott shrugged his shoulders when we turned to him. Stiles turned to me. "Have you been doing any of these things?"
"No, other than having super pain in my arms, nothing weird has happened to me." I said and I'm glad.
"So, all this started with a bite then and not a scratch." Stiles said turning to Scott, we jogged to catch up to him.
"Well, what if it's like an infection? My body flooding with adrenaline before it goes into shock or something." Scott said.
"Actually I heard something like this," I turned to Stiles. "It's a specific kind of infection." He seemed sure.
"Are you serious?" I demanded.
"Yeah, I think its called lycanthropy." I wanted to punch Stiles in his head.
Scott's eyes widened. "What's that? Is that bad?" he asked turning to me.
I shook my head. "No, he's just messing with you; lycanthropy is a myth and a fancy word for werewolf."
Stiles gave a mock howl until Scott pushed him playfully smiling before turning and continued walking. I'm right next to him. "He's the one that heard a wolf howling." Stiles said coming up next to me.
I shot Scott and annoyed look. "Thought I told you that it wasn't a wolf?"
Scott ignored me placing his arms out causing us to stop and looked down. "I could have sworn this was it, we saw the body right here, the deer came running and dropped my inhaler." Scott said looking at me.
I looked around for any signs of blood but found none. "I don't know Scott, it was pretty dark." I said unsurely, it could have been anywhere in this forest.
"Maybe the killer took the body." Stiles suggested.
"If he did I hope he left my inhaler those things are like eighty bucks." He muttered kneeling down and felt around in the leaves for his inhaler.
I opened my mouth to cut in when I felt something shift and then I felt it intensify. Someone was here and they were watching us. I turned around and jumped back when I saw a man, not too much older than us standing there; his green eyes were intense and piercing. His gaze swept over Scott before turning to me, I moved smacked both Scott and Stiles not taking my eyes off of him.
Scott and Stiles looked over their shoulders before hopping to their feet once they saw the man standing there. The man stormed over to us, stomping on the ground like it had ruined his day, and as he got closer the feeling his presence brought intensified, I almost made my knees buckle.
The man stopped a good distance away from us; he wore a leather jacket, black t-shirt, black pants and shoes. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Huh?" he asked when none of us answered. "This is private property."
I gulped glancing over to Scott and Stiles, but both were just as surprised as I was seeing this guy standing there. I turned back and found myself staring into green eyes that were glaring at me. "Uh, s-sorry, I mean, we didn't know." I stuttered taking a step back, if we were going to run we needed to do it now.
Scott nodded. "Yeah, we were just looking for something but…" he trailed off. Derek raised both his brows waiting for Scott to finish. "Forget it." He said.
The man hummed condescendingly before reaching in his pockets and pulling something out; when he opened his hands I saw it was Scott's inhaler. I glanced over at my friends but they weren't moving though their eyes were on the inhaler.
I took a step forward earning everyone's attention and I did falter when green eyes glared again. I shook my fear away and walked up to him, the man's hands stayed open. I reached forward and curled my fingers around the inhaler. I gasped when pictures flickered before my eyes; three colors: red, blue and yellow eyes blinked at me, followed by three series of numbers, a house on fire and then roaring.
"Sam." I heard Stiles mutter and effectively broke me from my trance.
I snatched my hand away with the inhaler still in it and took a couple steps away from him, while he watched me dispassionately. I wanted to fall to my knees I felt so exhausted. The man shoved his hands in his pockets before turning around and walking away.
I turned around and ran towards my friends grabbing their arms. "Let's go." I ordered those three groups of numbers were familiar and I know just where I've seen them before.
Stiles kept looking over my shoulder. "Dude, that was Derek Hale, you know he's like a few years older than us and his family-"
"Died in a house fire." The image from when I touched him flickered before my eyes again, I could ear screaming. "We need to leave now!" I urged shoving them.
"Alright! Alright!" Stiles exclaimed walking in the other direction, Scott followed behind hesitantly and I handed him his inhaler. I glanced back over my shoulder and gulped when I caught Derek looking back at us, at me.
(End)
Jaxon Howden as Samuel Mellal
Lisa Bonet as Giselle Hernandez
