Well unless you have seen my tumblr than I believe I need to let you all know I LOVE Teen Wolf on MTV. Mostly for Stiles but also because it's really good, don't let the Pilot fool you. Before we get started though, there are some things that ya'll need to be aware of beforehand. One, I support Sterek, it is the only slash pairing I support right now. Two, one of my favorite OC's will be in here specifically because the last chapter I wrote was about werewolves. Three, Sterek will happen. Four, this is kind of like Paint it Black as it takes place after season 2 but before season 3, and Gabi is in it. She will flirt with Stiles but don't let ya'll shipper hearts give out like I said before, Sterek will happen. And for those of you who don't like Sterek don't worry there will be no mackin' out between the two….well….we'll see.
I really shouldn't be starting a new story but…..I can't help it.
Please read, review and enjoy.
Aconite Ch. 1 The Night takes Wing
Stiles would like it to go on record that it was not his idea to see a concert. He looks around the warehouse and sees its populated heavily by boys and girls both wearing black nail polish, eyeliner, and studded leather; not exactly his style. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his 'stud muffin' t-shirt and plaid. But being the totally awesome friend he is, he stands in a crowd receiving stares, while he waits for Scott. Turning around Stiles spots Erica and Boyd. The last time he saw them they were in the Argent's basement tied up and tortured. They appear alright, they both look at him but neither makes a move to come toward him or comment on his presence and obvious "stick out-ed-ness". Weird. Figuring Isaac wouldn't be far behind his "Litter mates" (inward laugh for cleverness) Stiles looked for him in the crowd. He was actually talking to Scott: why did that make him feel slightly angry? Anyway…."Okay, what could they be talking about?" Stiles thinks trying to ignore the "insecure teenaged girl" tone his thoughts have taken.
Stiles tries to make his way through the sea of people toward Scott when the crowd breaks into a loud applause and yells while simultaneously using gothic magic to pull him toward the stage against his will. The spotlights on the stage turns red and focuses on the center of the stage as a focal point, they then turn off, a second later the lights are white and a girl stands in light, whether it's the lights or not, Stiles wouldn't be able to guess but she's pale. Stiles isn't the only one to have taken notice, the crowd breaks into cheers (he didn't think Goths were capable of cheering). Stiles looks around curiously toward Erica and Boyd neither are cheering but their attention is directed toward the stage. And Scott is still talking to Isaac.
"Well, well, what have we hear?" His attention is called to the singer, Nightingale, she stands on the stage as red rose petals gently fall from the ceiling a few catching in her brown hair which was tied in a bun with silver chopsticks.. She's dressed in a scarlet spaghetti strap blouse, exposing much of her chest. A black mini skirt exposes a garter tied to her right thigh while black leather riding boots make dull beats as she moves closer to the edge of the stage. She has a sliver chain wrapped around her right arm with a sliver cross hanging of it sways back and forth as she places her hand on her hip and raises the other with the microphone in hand. "Are we ready to get this party started?!" She yells into the mic. The crowd, despite Stiles previous thought that goths don't cheer is put further to rest.
"No!" Nightngale yells obviously disappointed. "This is our drummer, Frank's, last day with the band. He got accepted to MIT." She sneers like he's leaving the band to work at a McDonalds cashier. "I want you all to yell and scream like you've never before and show him what he will be missing." Nightingale looks at the crowd and he knows, he just knows, that she was talking about him since he hadn't clapped once. But that's crazy, how would she know? And he isn't the only on to not have clapped Erica and Boyd didn't either. At that thought Stiles looks back for the two Betas to only see that they had been replaced by a girl whose back had been pierced and had ribbon laced through them and a man who was trying the same thing on his face. That is one mental image he will never be able to rid himself of.
"Anyway," Nightingale begins after she finally accepted the crowds, no longer disappointing, screeches. "Unfortunately I twisted my ankle a little bit backstage so I will not be doing any of my usual theatrics." And know Stiles was a little pissed he paid sixty bucks for his ticket and he wasn't even getting the full "theatrics". "But for the rest of the concert we have some emergency vids to go with each song so don't worry you will all be thoroughly entertained." She gives the audience a downright predatory smile. She turns to signal her band but just before they begin she looks back at her audience and leaves one last message. "Some of you should pay attention; this is a bit of a cautionary tale." Just then Stiles jumps as Scott places his hand on his shoulder.
/\/\/\/\
The 'concert' starts off normal enough (for this kind of crowd Stiles assumes). Nightingale stands in the middle of the stage, red rose petals scattered at her feet; she brings a microphone to her mouth and smiles. The music starts with a background noise that makes the already creepy abandoned warehouse even creepier. Notes from a piano shatter into the air and the screen on the side of Nightingale light up when the beat of drums begins, on the screen a small area with a leafless tree covered in snow is sparkling under moonlight.
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
As she sings the screen changes to a close up of a young man, his eyes are closed but he's facing downward. As she sings "free" he looks up and his eyes change from brown to a dull gold.
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
The camera seems to focus on his eye as it changes to a glowing red. But before she is finished the screen fades to the view of a blood red full moon, a Hunter's Moon.
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
The torso of a girl, one arm over her breasts covered in mud or oil, Stiles eyes drift to Nightingale and he briefly wonders if it's her body on the screen, the girl rakes her fingers across her stomach leaving claw like marks in their wake.
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Both screens reshow the image of the girl but instead of being in the middle of each screen, the girl is reflected like a mirror image on the sides of both. "If it was Nightingale's body, that may be a bit narcissistic."
Howl, howl
Howl, howl
A white spot light shines on Nightingale illuminating her onstage; as she moves shadows of blue, green and red follow her movements. The screens cut to a bright full moon on a cloudy night, as the clouds pass over head the moon changes from full to waning.
Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
The screens shows the leafless tree again but this time on the ground, around its base, the paw prints of an animal paint the snow red. If Stiles had to guess he would say they belonged to a wolf.
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness
And howl, howl
Howl, howl
The screen goes black but a fog or white dust drifts across the blackness. Zooming in through the fog/dust the screen settles on a man, he's shirtless and covered in the dust, his arms are thrown wide, his eyes are closed shut and his mouth is open as if letting out a roar. For a split second Stiles is impressed with the realistic-ness of the make-up and design, but then he realizes that what he is looking at is a werewolf. Stiles turns to look at Scott, make sure that they are both seeing this but Scott's nowhere to be found. Stiles can feel himself pout but he turns back to the stage.
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
The images on the screen change once again but it's of a young couple, the young man from the beginning of the movie but also a new younger girl, she's pretty and innocent looking. It looks like they have been caught in a rainstorm since they are both wet. The boy reaches his hand gently to her cheek and brushes a lock of wet hair away from her face.
The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'd ground
Only the girl is on screen at first her eyes are closed and her hair is flying around her head in 'slo-mo' like she had just tossed it back. She opens her eyes and looks out at the crowd, almost sad. She falls back into darkness quickly she disappears but her hands are left reaching for someone to grasp until they too are swallowed by the darkness.
And howl
The screen shut off to black so abruptly Stiles swears he got whiplash, but the spot light is back on Nightingale as she sings and Goosebumps rise on his flesh.
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
The screen comes on again and shows the two "young lovers" once again they share a sweet kiss, its dark so only their faces are illuminated by a weak light. The young man pulls back but as soon as he leaves the screen the girl looks up a serious look on her face. A flash of movement shows the girl moving her arm back with an arrow in her and and notched at the ready. Stiles begins to recognize a very specific plot at this point and realizes that there may have been more to what he thought when Nightingale had called this song a "cautionary tale".
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
As Nightingale finishes her song all the images that had displayed on the screen flash again in high speed like they are trying to send subliminal messages. The song ends sharply along with the light casting the entire warehouse into darkness.
/\/\/\/\
A bullet rushes past Derek's ear. Whether it was the hunters who were loyal to Gerard looking for revenge or whether Allison is still trying to have him killed specifically, he couldn't say, but either way the results were the same. But with their motives still unknown he still had to be in his best behavior, which meant instead of fighting the Hunters into submission he just had to run for it. Derek runs past down the street toward the warehouses. He can hear the muted sounds of applause, if he had to guess there must be another rave happening. You'd think Beacon Hills kids would stop going to those after the last one. He goes toward the warehouse figuring they won't want to brandish their weapons so close to civilians.
As he nears though, familiar scents assail his nose. Stiles, Scott and Isaac, are easy to point out but what has Derek slowing is the scents of Erica and Boyd. After their run in with the Alpha Pack they returned scratched up and broken. Derek was still their alpha, even though they wanted to leave his pack, so he helped them heal and watched them leave again. Though that time they spared a look back at him as they left.
For a split second Derek briefly thought about checking in on them but the muted hiss of a bullet being shot from a silencer told him otherwise. He turned down the alley behind the warehouse, the applause had died down but a band was performing, the lead singer grunted his voice into a microphone. Derek can see the end of the alley when a black Hummer drives through and parks, blocking his exit. The Hunters remove themselves from the car and have their weapons aimed at him. From the other side of the alleyway the rest of the Hunter that were on foot show up, a black SUV parks behind them. Shit. Derek looks up and down the alley but they are between two buildings, with both opening blocked he looks to his right, a doubled door leads into the warehouse where the music can be heard (to his ears anyway) as bass beats. The Hunters seemed to be a step ahead as one of them runs to the door...only for it to open and smash him in the face.
"Hey dad, I'm gonna have to call you back. I think I just hit someone with a door." A girl dressed in a gothic looking outfit, with a scarlet blouse and a black miniskirt, walks out of the doorway and turns looks around the door where the hunter is laying on the ground, out cold. "Yeah, I definitely hit someone with a door." She turns her head away from the unconscious man and looks toward Derek then the hunters on either side of the alley. She looks down at her phone, it seemed as though she was merely ignoring them but Derek can here the low tones her fingers make as she presses the screen on her phone. "Is that a crossbow?" She asks to no one in particular as her phone begins to ring. She then steps forward, with every ring she takes a step forward, Derek isn't sure if she's aware of this. There is thin layer of sweat on her body, he can smell it but besides the scent of sweat she gives no indication that she's nervous, her heart beats steadily.
"You know," She begins, sparing Derek a quick glance before she gives her attention to the Hunter in front. "I may not be a cop, but I believe that 'mob justice' is illegal." The Hunters finally regain their focus. Some of them glare at her while others share nervous looks. She holds up her phone as the dispatcher begins asking the rudimentary questions. One of the hunters, brave or foolish, decides to approach the girl. He reaches for the phone only for the girl to snatch it away before he can touch it.
"Little girl you don't know what your messing with." He lays the threat on thickly by pointing his crossbow at the phone than her.
"I don't think you know what you are dealing with." She says coldly. Derek watches but the girls is still calm, her heart beat, her scent, it all seems normal, almost like she is used to making threats. She flips brown hair back with a flick of her hand (phone still in her palm), she then points to it. "This is a Galaxy S III; you don't really think I would just let you snatch this out of my hand." The only sound in the alley was the 911 dispatcher's voice getting more anxious and annoyed.
"Mam are you there? Please answer me? What is going on?"
"Oh, I am so sorry." The girl returned her phone to her ear. "The reason I called was cause there is, like, a whole bunch of people chasing after this one guy and like they have all these weapons. One guy even has a crossbow. Anyway I bet most of the firearms I am looking at aren't even registered. Oh a Beretta 92. Nice." Gabi give a thumbs up to a hunter standing behind three others.
"Mam, we have dispatched a unit, they should be there shortly." The dispatcher, speaks confused and partially annoyed and if on cue Derek can hear the sirens rapidly approaching. The Hunters know they have been beaten and are very begrudgingly lowering their weapons. But it isn't until they can hear the sirens that they make any progress in actually leaving. As soon as the last hunter leaves the girl looks to Derek.
"I'm assuming you don't want to be here when the cops show up so…." She leaves the thought hanging in the air. Briefly Derek thinks about threatening her into silence about his involvement but the siren's edge closer and he takes his leave.
/\/\/\/\
Stiles looks at the flashing blue and red lights and sees his dad. They make eye contact and the Sheriff's eyebrows go from a confused to suspicious. Just what he needed. Stiles looked for Scott before approaching his dad but apparently Scott had ditched him (which he apparently became used to when it was for Allison) for Isaac, which was a shot to his best friend pride. His dad beckoned him over with a wave of his arm.
"Stiles," He began.
"I don't know!" Stiles nearly shouted his arms out in emphasis.
"What are you doing here?" His dad continues as though his he hadn't said anything.
"I came to party?" Despite it being an answer he said it like a question. His dad gave him a raised eyebrow in answer to his not a question. "Seriously I have no idea what has happened. I was just inside." It was the truth but he can't really expect his dad to believe him.
"Sheriff," A deputy, Stiles new favorite deputy, tries to get his dad's attention. "Our witness is ready to give her statement." The sheriff nods and looks back at Stiles.
"Go home." He says, and leaves it at that. There is still something off between them, he can feel it. He walks to his jeep but before he drives off he takes one last look at his dad and sees him talking to Nightingale. He might have to sneak some info about tonight but…He drives home and plays Skyrim for a couple of hours before finally falling asleep at 4:16.
Stiles dreams. But unlike his usual dreams or his 'other' usual dreams this one is just too strange. He's standing in the Beacon Hills reserve and. The moon is high in the sky, glowing bright and yellow, and the stars are out, the countless pinpoint of light in the ink black sky, shine but there is still something off. Stiles looks around the woods and despite it obviously being night he can see fine, normal. It isn't like night vision, the world around him seems as though the sun is still shining, albeit mutely. Stiles looks away from the moon and to the stars. The inky black of begins to melt into drops that fall from the sky and as the fall before they hit the ground the spin and twist and suddenly they are bats flying in a circle just before a line of trees. As the bats fly Stiles can see something when they overlap. A person? It as if his recognition has triggered something. The almost sunlight that filtered the woods has vanished and only the light of the moon pierces the night. With the sudden darkness though, Stiles can see that it is a person the silhouette is covered in moving shadow as the bats continue to swarm. Stiles looks up at where the head should be and sees two red eyes staring back at him.
At first he thinks they belong to Derek but they are different from Derek's. They are different from any alpha he's seen before (of course he's only seen two but the point stays valid). The red of an alpha's eyes seems to glow itself, but this person's eyes are different. Instead of glowing they are more like when light shines through the deep red of stained glass. A growl rumbles through the night. Stiles turns around immediately. Derek is standing behind him he's wolfed out, his eyes blazing and his teeth dangerously sharp. For a second Stiles thinks dream Derek is growing at him but he realizes that he's growing at the entity or person. Stiles turns again and the person is giving some kind of a cross between a growl and a hiss. Then Stiles notices the teeth. Unlike the teeth of a werewolf, the canines grow longer and shaper, it is the incisors that have lengthened and they are sharper and more needle like. Derek and the person/thing walk until they are both before Stiles. The person looks to Stiles and Derek, its body breaks into bats and disappears, leaving Derek and Stiles.
But between Derek and Stiles is a red line of light across the ground. Stiles and Derek both reach down to touch it but as both touch the red light it bursts into smoke. The smoke is black and acrid and fills his lungs. With every breath he takes more smoke enters his lungs but with each exhale more smoke than he inhaled leaves his lungs while leaving their taste and burn in him. Stiles looks at Derek who is being assaulted to but the smoke from both of them intertwines and faces of anger and pain form in the mass of smoke, screaming and yelling, cursing.
Stiles wakes up gasping for breath and in a cold sweat. He looks around his room, everything's normal but he can't remove the taste of smoke and ash in his mouth.
So the song was Howl by Florence and the Machine. Definitely one of my all-time favorite songs, and it is (arguably) a perfect song to describe Scott and Allison's relationship. Also for the most part the scenes shown on the movie thing were from the Teen Wolf season 2 opening. Which the music is pretty awesome on that too.
Anyway this is actually more of a prologue but I hate the way it does my chapter as it labels this as chapter one online, so….yeah.
I'm gravity-did-it on tumblr if anyone is interested.