Cursed by the Bite
(Warning, for those who don't like the pairing of Stiles and Erica might not want to read this story. Also contains mild swearing, sexual attractions, and basically Teen age content.)
Stiles walked from Scott's house and headed to his jeep. Sure it late but they needed to plan with tomorrow being the full moon and all. Unlocking the baby blue jeep, he threw the door open and tried to start the engine. It wasn't working. He kept trying and still nothing happened. "DAMN! THIS PIECE OF CRAP!" He shouted and walked to the hood to check for a problem. There didn't seem to be one which made Stiles confused. His eyes darted back and forth looking for the cause of this when he spotted two glowing red eyes in the shadows.
"Oh crud …"
His words were just barely audible as made a dash for it, knowing Derek being all secretive like that was NEVER good, but it was too late. He held in a scream as he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. The shock of it caused him to lose his balance and tumble to the ground. With one hand he gripped his shoulder and with the other he pushed himself up back into a stand, now alone.
"WHAT THE HELL DEREK!" He called, not really expecting an answer but hoping the alpha heard him. Finally he came to realize what this meant and his eyes shot wide like spotlights as he looked at the bleeding bite mark, knowing he was now going to turn. He tightened his hands into fists at his side in anger.
I can't tell Scott … He doesn't need anything else to worry about … He thought to himself. Then he looked at the sky and smacked his palm against his forehead. Tomorrow was the full moon …
Stiles parked his jeep outside the school. He had done a careful job that morning bandaging and hiding the bite. He couldn't let Scott worry about him. He was already infected so it's not like his friend could do anything about it now anyway. Stiles was so deep in thought that he almost jumped out of his skin when Scott came up to him because he didn't expect it. Scott was a bit confused by his reaction. "Stiles, are you okay?" He asked.
Stiles rubbed his shoulder trying not to show the sleeplessness in his eyes. "I'm fine. Totally fine. Never been better." He said, his lie did sound pretty convincing but he could hear his own heart pick up pace at his words and he could tell Scott heard it too. Scott found it easy to tell that his friend really didn't want to talk about it so he wasn't going to badger him. "Okay dude. Whatever you say …" Was all he said and Stiles sighed in relief that he didn't keep asking.
"So … you prepared for the full moon …" Stiles asked softly, shuddering slightly at the mention of the moon. Scott was starting to get worried about his friend. He'd never seen him act this way before.
"Dude … are you sure your okay ..?" He had to ask, his eyes holding his worry.
"I'M FINE OK!" Stiles snapped and turned away, hating himself for yelling at Scott.
"Alright, Alright …" Scott said holding his hands up like he'd just been caught by police. Neither of them said another word as they walked into the school.
Scott and Stiles opened their lockers to get their books for class. Scott was still trying to figure out what was going on with his friend. Was he still mad about his dad being given a leave of absence? Maybe.
That's when the first bell went off. Stiles eyes went wide and he plugged up his ears. The sound seemed like it was bursting his ear drums. How was Scott able to stand this! It was killing him! Scott looked at Stiles suspiciously.
"Stiles … Stiles what's wrong." He asked as the bell stopped. Stiles looked at Scott and shrugged.
"Nothing" He said and shut his locker, heading to class before they were late. Scott now KNEW something was up but he wasn't going to say anything, or at least not yet, also knowing that whatever it was, Stiles didn't want to talk about it.
As the hours went by, Stiles fear got worse and worse. He couldn't bare the thought of hurting anyone, let along killing anyone. He was officially terrified of the full moon, well not so much the moon itself but what it would bring. He sighed as his mind whirled as fast as a tornado, making his heart beat begin to rise. He stumbled and fell against a group of lockers in the empty hallway, raising his hand to see one claw per finger. He knew it was his rising pulse that caused this because of everything that he'd helped Scott with.
He looked away and tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths and slowly he felt his heart rate fall.
How did Scott put up with this ...? He thought before doing his best to continue to the locker room. He had a feeling that this lacrosse practice was going to be one of his worst nightmares come true.
Scott was waiting on the field for Stiles to show up. He had really begun to worry about him. He was having his suspicions about what was wrong but he refused to think of those possibilities. As Stiles walked up to him he nodded and they headed to practice.
Stiles was … better than usual. Actually, A LOT better. He scored so many shots, even for a practice, that even the coach was surprised. When Scott looked at him questioningly, all he did was shrug. Sure he was really good now but he'd rather have sucked then have this fear of his pulse meeting its highest point, making him lose control.
He sighed and tried to keep from thinking about that but it wasn't working. The more he practiced, the more he felt his heart beat rise in speed and it was scaring him. The whole thought of attacking someone just made his heart rate worse. He almost collapsed right there on the field in mid shift but instead he bolted.
"STILINSKI!" Coach called angrily but he kept going, heading for a good spot to hide. Coach looked at Scott.
"What's up with him today..?"
Scott just shook his head. Not even he knew what was wrong with his friend.
CLIFFHANGER! Sort of ... Well hope you enjoyed this. Next chapter coming pretty soon!