Ailuranthrope (sterek):
Chapter 1:
"Ow" I hiss pulling my arm away from the feline lying on the table. All I was trying to do was stroke it!
"You alright?" Scott asks, looking up from tending to one of the cats wounds.
"I hope so," I say holding my arm, and grimacing. "Is it a stray?" I ask starting to panic.
Scott nods, paying more attention to bandaging the damn cat than to me.
"What if it's rabid?" I ask, raising my voice, and maybe being slightly over dramatic.
"We gave it injections for that, calm down," Scott says with a roll of his eyes and a slight grin.
"Of course you're enjoying this...enjoying my pain!"
"You should go into acting, stiles, considering you're such a drama queen." Scott says petting the cat gently.
"I can't believe you forced me to be here."
"You can leave if you want?" Scott says obviously confused, I mean, if I'm being honest, he didn't exactly force me to be here. More like I insisted that my presence at the vets is necessary.
"Yeah, I think I'll go home, maybe eat something, there's a pack meeting tonight, right?" I ask, swinging my bag on to my shoulder.
"Yeah, at 9, at Derek's place," he tells me.
"See you there!" I say cheerily before leaving the store.
As I wave to him I remember that I was bitten by a (probably rabid) cat when pain shoots through my arm.
I didn't think a fucking cat could hurt me so much, but as I check out my arm I can see actual blood coming from my wound. I shake my head before deciding that I'll stop off at a pharmacy on the way home.
On my way to the pharmacy a cat, of all creatures, comes up to me and hisses.
I hiss back, and then look around to check that no one witnessed my brief act of immaturity.
It skulks off after that but I can't help but wonder what's with all these damn felines tonight?
I sigh, and continue on to the pharmacy.
When there, I buy band aids, and antiseptic cream, just in case.
I get a few weird looks as I walk through the store with a bleeding arm.
As I walk towards the counter one of the women working there stares at my arm.
As I pay for what I bought the woman asks "what did that to your arm?"
"A cat." I reply shoving the medical equipment into my pockets.
"A cat wounded you that badly?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah...why? Is there something wrong with it?" I ask, starting to worry.
"It's just incredibly deep for a cats bite. I recommend going to see a doctor about that if it doesn't heal quickly."
I nod in reply, knowing full well that I will definitely not see a doctor about the bite.
I leave the store and attempt to rub the antiseptic cream into the wound and put a band aid on while walking.
I soon start to walk quicker, as I know there's a large chance I could be late to the pack meeting.
I start to regret not driving to the vets earlier, no matter how shitty my jeep is.
I practically run the last few steps into my house and then up into my bedroom.
I grab a jacket and some gum, before rushing back downstairs and calling a quick goodbye to my dad before leaving.
I drive to Derek's (definitely not below the speed limit) and manage to make it, only half on hour late to the meeting.
As I run up the stairs to Derek's place, I try to mentally prepare myself for the battering Derek is gonna give me for being late.
"Hey guys" I say casually, a grin on my face, sauntering into the room.
Save for Derek, the pack looks happy enough to see me when I come and sit with them.
"You're late." Derek states.
"That is correct."
"Do you understand how important these meetings are?" He asks.
"Yes, but as a human, I feel my being here should be a choice anyway." I say, smugly.
"Well if you want to be killed by a kanima or another werewolf pack, then, fine, feel free to not come to the meetings."
"It's not like we even talk about anything important in these meetings," I spit, I don't know where my current anger is coming from but I ignore when Scott tells me to calm down. "The only reason you even have these meetings is so you can pretend to be a good alpha to your pack. You're trying to make up for how shit you've been previously as an alpha. Maybe, you're trying to make up for the fact that so many people are dead because of you." I practically snarl at him.
He attempts to lunge at me after I say these words, but Boyd holds him back.
My anger increases with Derek's attempted attack and I feel myself biting my lip harshly.
I almost get the urge to bare my teeth, like the werewolves do when they're mad.
The pack looks at me with shock and Derek pulls away from Boyd's grasp. He glares at me, his eyes red, before
stalking off to his bedroom
After that, the whole pack meeting thing seems to fall apart.
I'm the first to leave, alone, and in my jeep I try to contemplate what even just happened.
I got so angry for no apparent reason. I guess I just kind of yelled out my thoughts.
Someone had to stick up to Derek eventually...right?
I try to concentrate on driving so I don't have an accident but I start to taste iron in my mouth.
I look into the review mirror and see blood dripping out of my mouth.
I almost scream at the site of my own face, I look absolutely psychotic.
I attempt to wipe the blood away with my hands but that just ends up with blood smearing my hands.
I open my mouth and try to inspect what happened.
Despite the blood I manage to see what looks like two puncture marks on the inside of my bottom lip.
I guess when I bit my lip earlier, I maybe bit it too hard?
I attempt to wipe away more blood, while still driving.
What even was today? I sigh, and pull into the drive of my house.
Luckily, my dad seems to be asleep when I get into the house, so he can't see me covered in blood.
I don't even know what I'd tell him if he saw me like this.
I rush to get upstairs and into my bed. I wash away the blood from my mouth and without even changing I get into bed, and sleep.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing incessantly.
I rub my eyes, and answer my phone.
"Hello?" I ask, groggily.
"Hey stiles," Scott says.
"What's up?" I ask.
"You need to apologize to Derek, like as soon as possible."
"Why?" I question, seriously confused.
"Do you not remember last night?" He asks, as if he thinks it's a joke.
"Uhh I got bitten by a cat...and we had a pack meeting, that was it, right?"
"Are you kidding?" Scott says.
"If you could hear my heartbeat right now you'd know I'm not."
"Fuck, dude, you absolutely exploded at Derek. You literally rubbed it in his face how many people had died because of him!"
"Oh shit..." I say rubbing my temples.
"Were you drunk or something?" Scott asks, evidently as confused as me.
"Maybe? Yes?" I say, thankful that Scott isn't here to hear my heartbeat quicken up. If I can't remember what happened last night, I might as well have some kind of excuse as to why I apparently blew up at Derek.
"Makes sense...I guess..." Scott says.
"Yeah, sorry about whatever I did do last night..." I say.
"It's fine, I don't think anyone's too mad, you might have to apologize to Derek, though still."
"Yeah, well thanks for telling me." I say.
"Bye," Scott says, and hangs up.
I run my hands through my hair. How do I not remember what happened last night?
I sigh, and as I stand up to go downstairs for breakfast, for some reason, for only a second, I taste blood in my mouth.