Title : Sweet Tooth

Rating : M

Disclaimer : I do not own anything related to Teen Wolf nor will I make any money off of this story.

Okay so I'm not really sure where this idea came from, but I have a feeling I'm going to have fun with it. Dunno how many chapters, sorry, but I doubt it will be longer than 15?

Anyway to describe the AU a bit more, Scott never became a werewolf, they never met Derek Hale, they never went out to find Laura's body, etc. Basically this would take place before the series began, back in their Sophomore year when they were sixteen. Well not Derek but yeah anyway. There will be a little more supernatural type stuff in this than there already is in the TV show, which probably doesn't make any sense right now, but it will later on uvu

Thanks, enjoy ~

One

"Hey, so, you still have that huge crush on Lydia or whatever, right?"

Stiles looked up from his locker to where Scott was standing, grinning from ear to ear. Stiles couldn't help but blush a little, scowling.

"Dude you know I do."

"Awesome. Well, I got an official invite to her Halloween party tonight, and you my friend are coming with me."

Blinking a little, Stiles frowned, glancing back into the almost overpouring content of his cluttered locker. Grabbing one last text book, slipping it into his backpack, then slamming the metal door closed, Stiles finally looked back at Scott.

"I dunno."

"What do you mean, you dunno?" Scott looked completely stupified, as if Stiles had just said he didn't want to be friends with Scott anymore. "This is a once in a life time opportunity! Do you not realize that? Ever since I befriended Allison, who's like best friends with Lydia, I've been able to go to all these parties. And you've always come with me. But now, you don't know?"

Stiles shrugged a little.

"Stiles you do realize what Halloween parties means. Girls. In tights. And leotards. Wearing animal ears and tails. How the Hell could you not want to go?" Scott winked, grinning again. "I hear Lydia's going as a Cheetah tonight. Meow."

At that, Stiles had to smile a little. He really did want to see Lydia dressed like that... but assuming Scott and Allison stayed friends, Stiles would have another opportunity.

"Look, I promised my dad I'd help him out tonight. Giving out candy and stuff, ya know?"

"Stiles. Passing out candy with your dad or watching Lydia slink around half naked. It's not a hard choice."

"You didn't hear the speech he gave. Used the classic lines, like 'I never get to see you anymore' and 'I don't even know what my own son is like' and 'You haven't handed out candy with me in years'. I couldn't say no. And I can't bail out." Stiles winced, really regretting ever promising his dad he'd pass out candy with him. Not that it was related to his dad, just that Scott had a really good point.

Scott shook his head, pursing his lips slightly. "Whatever dude. Miss out all ya want. But when you hear about how awesome the exclusive Lydia Martin party was, and you get sad cause you missed out, you can't complain to me."

With that, Scott walked away, meeting up with Allison down the hall at her locker. Stiles watched them talk for a little before leaving the school together. With an agitated sigh, Stiles punched his locker door.

"Oh, crap!" Stiles muttered, shaking his hand, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out again at the pain blossoming in his hands.

...

Stiles licked his lips, staring into the massive bowl of candy resting in his lap. He glanced around his porch nervously, then snaked a finger in to grab a peanut butter cup.

"Stiles!"

Head snapping up, hand frozen mid air above the bowl, Stiles saw his dad round the corner of the hedges and march up the front steps, snatching the bowl from Stiles's lap. Stiles scowled, sighed and looking away.

"I told you, that candy isn't for you, it's for the trick or treaters."

"Well I should be allowed to have some candy, it isn't my fault I'm too old to go out tonight," Stiles mumbled, saying the 'too old' part in a sarcastic higher-pitched voice, as if mimicking his father's words.

Mr. Stilinski rolled his eyes, raising an eyebrow. "You said yourself you were too old. And to remind you, you agreed immediately to hand out candy with me this year."

Stiles turned his head to watch his dad as the other sat down on the top stair of the porch, the bowl safely tucked away to his left, and away from Stiles.

The sky had begun to darken, and the first swarm of kids had started to approach. Dressed in the normal costumes – vampires, werewolves, princesses, etc. - kids began lining up and down the street. Stiles alternated with his dad for handing out candy. Occasionally he popped a piece of his chocolate in his mouth, and though he knew he would always get caught, he didn't stop because he always found a way to hand out more candy.

By the time it was pitch black outside, the air as cold as it would be – needless to say it wasn't too cold, Stiles had only needed his signature red sweatshirt – they ran out of the first round of candy.

Grabbing the bowl before his dad could object, Stiles ran inside, placing it on the counter and grabbing two bags of assorted candy from the pile they had on the counter. Dumping the contents in the bowl, Stiles grabbed the rim, ready to head back outside when he heard a noise from the back.

Blinking slowly, Stiles settled the bowl down back on the counter, opening the back door with a gentle click!

Stepping on the poorch, he felt the winds bite at his neck. Ducking his chin into the warm cotton of his zipped up hoodie, Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around for any sign of whatever the noise he had heard moments before. It sounded like a mix of a thud, growl, and moan.

Then, he heard a faint rustling. As he squinted through the dark night through his backyard, he saw a single leg protruding from the side of a bush.

Heart hammering, Stiles tried to calm his breathing as he slowly walked down the steps, crunching through the leaves in the backyard.

Probably some stupid kid from my school trying to pull a prank, Stiles thought moodily.

Reaching the bush, Stiles looked over to see it wasn't a teenager, but in fact a full grown adult. Eyebrows crinkling, Stiles bent down so he was bobbing on his heels, almost kneeling, so he could get a better look.

The man was dressed up with the works – fangs, claws, fake blood, ripped clothes. Stiles rolled his eyes, kicking the man a little as he stood up, expecting him to jump out at any minute.

"Hey, buddy, if you want to scare people, why not try hiding in the front lawn of your own house? Not creeping out in my backyard cause for a second you really freaked me out and I don't get scared easily so you're going to seriously scare the shit out of some little kid."

The man groaned a little, stirring in his position on the ground.

"What's going on... where the hell am I... what smells like soap?"

Stiles frowned, cocking his head as he leaned down a litle again, though it was just his back hunching over slightly. He frowned as the man's eyes suddenly snapped open, making Stiles jump back.

He was wearing bright red contacts, which glowed in the night. Stiles felt his mouth flop open as he stared into the other's eyes.

"Okay, those contacts are awesome. So freaking realistic... All the red contacts I've seen on people look really stupid like they're so obviously fake but those are pretty cool. Did you order them online?"

The man's eyes turned into slits as he slowly sat up, glancing down at his arms. Stiles watched with horror as the fake gashes slowly disappeared. The only thing remaining that would show there was every any mark there was the fake blood...

Stiles blinked, looking at the man's face, who was staring up at Stiles with a stone-cold expression.

"Who are you?"

Flinching at the man's voice, Stiles gulped.

"I should be asking you that. You're in my backyard."

The man looked genuinely startled by that. Glancing around him, he hummed a little under his breath, as if realizing 'Oh yeah look at that I'm not in my own backyard but some random kid's backyard'. Stiles frowned, crossing his arms.

"Look whatever trick you just did with disappearing scratches and stuff was cool and all but seriously what kind of adult tries to scare kids? Like seriously, who does that?"

Cocking his head, the man gave Stiles a curious glance.

"What do you mean?"

"Um, I mean your costume?"

Suddenly the man barked out laughter, nodding as he slowly stood up. Stiles's eyes widened when he saw the man tower over him, his red eyes menacing in the dark. The way it was lit in the back, the only visible light gently pouring out from the open back door of Stiles's house, Stiles had trouble seeing the man himself. All that he could see, really, were his bright red eyes, that actually seemed to be glowing...

"Right, I forgot, it's Halloween, isn't it? Terrible night for a full moon."

Stiles glanced up, but didn't see the moon anywhere. He supposed it was hidden away by the trees, otherwise it'd be a lot brighter outside.

"What are you ta-"

"Stiles! Are you out there!"

Jumping, Stiles turned in a half circle so he was facing the back porch, his back to the strange man standing in the bush. Mr. Stilinkski stood in the back door, the light shaping around him, almost in a full-body halo.

"C'mon back in! We still got lots of candy to pass out!"

"Sorry, coming! Hold on a sec!" Stiles was glad his dad couldn't see him in the night, or else he'd see the weird man also, and that wouldn't look to good for Stiles. "Look, buddy, you should just -"

Stiles blinked when he turned back around, surprised to see no one there.

"Leave?"

The wind blew violently, ripping at Stiles's sleeves. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he stood up on his toes to glance around, as if to see the man and where he had gone. But despite the fallen leaves scattered over every inch of ground, the man had left soundlessly, disappearing all together.

After a few seconds of looking for the man, Stiles sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, then walked back to his back porch. Glancing one last, pitiful time from the back stood, Stiles gave up, going back inside.

Well, that was the weirdest thing to happen in, like, ever, Stiles thought, shaking his head.

"What were you doing back there?" Mr. Stilinski raised an eyebrow, leading Stiles back to the front porch where a few kids had begun to crowd, waiting earnestly for their promised candy.

"Sorry, thought I heard something."

"Don't go wondering off like that, okay? Or better yet, I'll go get the refill next time."

"Yeah, right. Sorry dad." Stiles tried his best to smile reassuringly, but found himself unable to reassure his dad, or even himself, of what had just happened.