To me there was simply not enough Stiles and Jackson stories and so I decided to put in my own lil' story. And so this is my take on a different Teen Wolf reality; where Stiles is the bitten one and Jackson is the forbidden romance. I plan on lots of angst because what is a story without strife? Also, I will be following the original Teen Wolf plot line almost exactly, but of course with some tweaks to match my reality. I hope you enjoy… or not, either way I'll find out through reviews. Thank you for opening and giving my story its chance.
-T
I begrudgingly admit that I do not own anything related to the rights/property of the TV series Teen Wolf. Should I violate some copyrighted law then by all means remove my story. This is consistent with all the chapters to follow this initial one.
Chapter One – Bitten
A moon overhead can by the only light given; shining bright enough to reveal secrets we try to keep hidden under cloak of darkness and fog.
The Police lights flash against sleeping trees, awoken by dogs barking in their anticipation of the pursuit.
A team of officers, dogs, and sheriff make their way through the forest. Flashlights held high to cast away shadows that the moon elongates and twists. They are searching for something.
At a late hour, loud music bangs out through the windows of a large house surrounded by dark woods. On the second floor, in the front-right room of the house, two windows are illuminated by a low-lit lamp suggesting that the boy who lives there is awake.
Moving through the darkness across the grass, Stiles Stilinski makes his way to the house that is home to his long time childhood best friend, Scott McCall.
After calling on his phone several times and hearing the music playing out of the bedroom, Stiles forgoes the front door entirely and climbs up the house to the roofed platform just below Scott's window. He figures that, given the music Scott won't be able to hear a knock on the front door; any intelligent person would simply go directly to the source.
Hearing a noise on the porch below him causes Stiles to halt his advance and listen. He definitely heard footsteps move below him. Crouching down onto his belly, Stiles attempts a crawl towards the edge of the roof, the image of a stealthy ninja not far from the forefront of his mind.
Reaching the edge of the roof Stiles tries to lean over and see who's below. From the angle that he's at, Stiles can hardly see the porch at all and thus leans further for a better view.
Suddenly, losing his balance Stiles slides forward over the border, head first and screaming in panic before being caught just barely by dead vines and struggling legs.
Another scream matches Stiles as Scott, wielding a bat, almost smacks him like a piñata in his surprise at his falling friend.
"No! No!" Stiles shouts, trying to convince his friend not to bash in his head with the weapon.
"Stiles what the hell are you doing!" Scott yells in an angry tone.
"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles answers, voice cracking at the end.
Attempting to change the subject Stiles questions Scott, "Why do you have a bat?"
"I thought you were a predator" Scott responds with a pant, adrenaline still pumping after being scared by his falling friend.
"A pre- *cough* Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this." Stiles begins, "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."
"For what?" Scott questions, failing to see the point in this impromptu meeting.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles answers.
Feeling the blood sufficiently pool in his head Stiles twists his body to fall feet first onto the grass below. He was definitely going to lose some brain cells if he were to stay lodged upside-down any longer, although many would already argue that he can't lose what was never there.
"A dead body?" Scott asks disbelievingly
"No, a body of water. Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body." was Stiles sarcastic response, as he popped his head up to the banister of the porch and looking up at Scott.
Hopping over the banister Stiles reaches eye-level with his best friend to continue the conversation.
"You mean like, murdered?" Scott asks
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s."
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott questions, not understanding the purpose of the large track team.
Excitedly, "That's the best part." Pausing to add emphasis, "They only found half…"
Raising his eyebrows Scott stares in shock as he tries to process the fact that only half of a body was found.
Nodding his head as if it's already agreed upon Stiles states, "We're going."
Headlights shine on a carved wooden sign, suspended by a rusted chain. Stated on the sign was:
"Beacon Hills PRESERVE / No Entry After Dark"
Clearly this did not mean a thing as Stiles drove his Jeep toward the sign before stopping a few feet away.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asks as he jumps out of the passenger side of the Jeep. He was still dumbfounded by how he was coerced into joining his best friend on this crazy trip.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles responds, using Scotts own bored feelings towards his town as ammunition to prevent him from backing down.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott's argument fell on unconvinced ears as Stiles was already making his way past the sign, flashlight in hand lighting the way.
"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit." Stiles says mockingly, "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
Making their way through the forest and attempting to traverse the uneven ground, Stiles and Scott make their way further along. Scott with his hoodie up in his attempt to stave off the cold continues to follow his friend who bravely, or perhaps stupidly, continues his way along an imagined path. Trees striped of leaves due to the midfall time of the year only make their surroundings less appealing.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asks humorously trying to keep the tension from settling.
"Huh, I didn't even think about that." Stiles replies offhandedly as Scott chuckles at his friends' lack of forethought.
Smiling, "And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"
"Also something I didn't think about."
As the two boys reach an incline, Scott breathlessly jokes, "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail."
"I know." Stiles replies just as breathless as Scott.
Reaching the top of the hill, Stiles dives unceremoniously onto the ground, followed by Scott, and dims his light as he sees the search party farther ahead. Flashlights, barking dogs, and silhouettes show in the distance as the police move throughout the forest, searching the ground and the area around them as far as they can see.
"Well, come on!" Stiles whisper-shouts as he leaps to his feet and runs off
"Stiles!" Scott shouts, "Wait up!"
They both run just beyond the limit of the flashlights, attempting to circumvent and get ahead of the group.
Hearing a loud bark too close, Scott jumps and loses his footing before he falls into the underbrush, a flashlight shining in his face and a dog barking beside him being withheld by a leash.
"Hold it right there!" An officer shouts at the fallen Scott
"Hang on, hang on." A familiar voice says from an approaching man.
"I know this little delinquent. He's my sons' friend." The man is revealed to be Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles dad.
"Hey Mr. Stilinski, how are you doing?" Scott asks innocently, trying to prevent the flashlights rays from blinding him.
"I'm fine. More curious about why you're out here. Where's your usual partner in crime?"
"Who, Stiles? Stiles is home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me out here." Scott attempts to lie smoothly to the Sheriff while panting from the heart attack the dog nearly gave him.
"Stiles, you out there?!" The Sheriff yells, flashing his light across the nearby trees.
Just a few yards away, pressed against a tree, Stiles hides trying to be as quiet as possible. 'Oh shit if I'm caught out here on the night before the first day of school I can get in so much trouble! Please God don't let him find me. Sorry Scott but you gotta take one for the team. He's not your dad! Shit! He almost caught me with that damn light. Keep calm Stiles, keep calm; quiet, calm, quiet, calm…'
Stiles inner chant is broken by the sound of distant thunder.
"Stiles!" The Sheriff shouts again. No response.
Sighing in disbelief that Scott is really out in woods alone, "Well young man, I'm gonna take you back to your house and you and I are gonna have a conversation with your mom about something called a curfew."
Grabbing the back of Scotts neck painfully the Sheriff pulls Scott along back to where the squad cars are.
Looking around the tree at the retreating backs of Scott and his dad, Stiles smiles at his luck and makes a mental note to get Scott something nice to make up for him taking the heat.
As the thunder continues to get louder Stiles makes his way as quietly as he can across the dead leaves, back towards where he parked his car. Crickets chirp all around him and along with the sudden absence of dogs and officers, the eerie feeling of the forest around him is magnified.
"Damn, this is so scary, what the hell am I doing out here alone? I should have just gotten busted to avoid being out here when there could be a crazed killer on the loose who chops people in half. Oh you're definitely smart Stiles, getting lost in the woods with a potential killer. This is some scary movie shit! Why did I ever let Scott convince me to come out here like this?! Or was it my idea… nope definitely Scott. I'm the practical one…" Muttering to himself to stave off the feeling of being alone Stiles continues to move through the trees looking around himself at every turn.
Stopping, Stiles looks around and swears, trying his best to figure out which way to go. Pulling out his flashlight he attempts to turn it on to add some light. Seeing the light flicker before dying causes him to bang the device in an attempt to bring it back to life.
Hearing a crack Stiles quickly looks up. Staring off into the distance he squints, "What was that…?"
Suddenly a herd of deer blitz past in a frenzy, causing Stiles to scream and fall back while covering his head in panic, throwing the flashlight into the dark sea of leaves. Hearing and even feeling the stampede around him has Stiles pinned to the ground, not daring to move, for fear of being trampled on.
Finally once the last stag has leaped over and away Stiles, breathing hard, stands up and looks around him. Officially, freaked out he pulls out his phone and uses the dim light in an attempt to find the cast off flashlight. Moving in a circle around him, Stiles scours the ground for the black device before the dim light passes over a pale lump. Moving the light back over the object, Stiles screams even louder at the discovery that is was the upper half of the girl they were initially looking for, covered in blood and maggots, lifeless eyes staring up at him.
"Aah! Oh! Oh!" Stiles backpedals and trips over his own feet before falling down the incline that he and Scott had initially climbed up.
Rolling and tumbling down the slope, he finally reaches flat ground falling onto his front side, momentarily dazed.
Standing up in pain, panting, Stiles moves forward disoriented; upping his pace to get back to his beloved Jeep.
*Growling*
Stiles stops, ice shooting through his veins at the ominous sound.
Slowly turning his head around Stiles sees two golden eyes moving closer towards him before the animal lets of a skin-crawling roar and leaps towards him.
"Aaah! Aah!" Stiles is pushed over by the beast as he attempts to crawl away, before he hears a crunching sound, his body registering the pain brought on by the animal biting into the side of his abdomen.
Running away in panic Stiles stumbles in his haste to get away.
Heart racing, eyes-dilated, Stiles is tunnel-visioned; his only thought is to get away.
Racing through the trees in a panic he finally reaches a road before he's caught in the beams of an oncoming car that barely skirts around Stiles, horn blaring as it drives off.
Standing dazed in the road, Stiles lifts up his jacket and shirt to see a very bloody and obvious bite mark the width of his fist.
As it begins to rain, Stiles walks along the road back to where his Jeep is parked, nursing the bite. In the distance he hears a howl that quiets everything else in the forest in its dominating tone.
This of course merely sets the plot. If you've watched the show as religiously as I have then you'll notice my little deviations, and then you'll have seen my more obvious shift. I'll get some Jackson in the next chapter to start the drama and what not (though it'll be a small amount). Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.