AU Stiles/Derek (Angst/Drama/Romance)
Warning: Language & sexy fun times will be had. Mature.
Synopsis: It's a full moon, so as expected, Derek is wolfed out running in the woods, until he comes across a scent...a scent he can't ignore. - A Stiles and Derek love story. Derek POV AU This is the companion piece to, "I Can't Stop You..." which I will post along with every new chapter this story. This will be a five chapter story with an epilogue at the end. This first chapter isn't very long, because it's mostly a teaser. I do not own Teen Wolf.
Running. As a werewolf and it being a full moon running was a pastime for me. As a born werewolf, and having the time to learn to concentrate and control my inherent urges, the moon no longer held its sway over me as it did when I was younger. Not to say that every once in a while I don't let my wolf out to play, but he was collared long ago and bounding through the forest on a full moon made both myself and my wolf feel free.
I would always stay on my family's land, but tonight felt different, as some unseeable force was pushing me closer to the highway about a half mile off my land, the land I always roam during this time of the month. As the highway was never busy this time of night, I could hear off in the distance a rumbling vehicle coming nearer; then it hit, this overwhelming need to be near whatever or whomever was in the vehicle.
Without thinking, I leapt into the road, straight into the path of the oncoming Jeep. Of course, it swerved; although, not before the left tail end hit my side tossing me into the nearest tree line, with me trying to stop my momentum with my claws, stabbing into the hardened earth leaving trails with my nails. A piece of the jeep's tail light was sticking out of my side under my ribs. Growling, I pulled it out of me and started slowly healing myself. It wasn't until I wasn't focused on my wound did I perceive the scent. My wolf screamed at me to get to the scent...now. The wolf knew what he (we) wanted and took over, not letting me decide.
It was an alarming feeling having the wolf pull me through the woods without my own volition holding his reins back; it was hearing, smelling its prey. If the scent was as intoxicating from this length of space away, I can't imagine what it'll be like when the wolf catches us up to it.
Hearing breaths puff violently through tired lungs and heartbeat erratic, I know that the...human, male human, is stressing his body, running in fear. He must have hard me come after him. I'm close enough now that my wolf reacts, tries to reach for him, to stop him; my wolf forgetting in its chase to get our prize that my (our) claws are extended. Instead of only slowing the human, like intended, we instead accidentally slice through his skin with a sickening sound and sweet, luscious smell. It's only then I know we've severely injured him; the scent that brought me here even more alluring, but I know it's only because of the blood from the open wounds. My wolf notices the boy has fallen to the ground and isn't moving much. We internally whine and step closer. Seeing the blood pool around him, I begin to feel infinitely saddened, like my world has been blown away. My wolf whines in desperation and I feel the same as he, devastated. We step adjacent to the tree where he feel, kneeling behind him to better inspect the damaged we have caused. Being instinctual, my wolf pulls us down to lick at the wounds, hoping to seal them and stop the bleeding. Realizing that the human's breathing is slowing along with his once erratic heartbeat, I (we) know the human boy is dying.
A sob leaves me as the boy whispers, "I'm so sorry, daddy."
I've ruined something special. The heartbeat of the boy slows further to a pace where it skips every third beat. He's almost gone. Without hesitation and knowing it's wrong to force my curse on others, I bite the human boy.
Yet, he doesn't move. Does he not feel it? Is he dead, am I too late?
No, I can still faintly hear it.
My new lifeline...a human boy's heart.
***Chapter Music: "Shiny Things (Yeasayer Remix)" - Fanfarlo