Hi there! Ahhhhh, my first Teen Wolf Fanfiction! Yay! First things first - this an emotional mess, so have fun! Also lets talking about shipping:
No Sterek (Sometimes you can see it, if you squint.)
No Sciles (Unless you count bromance in the mix.)
I am not team Stalia and Stydia - as long Stiles is happy. My fanfictions will vary; this one has mentions of both, but Malia is with him.
He was sleeping. But it no way was it peaceful. He was restless, uncomfortable and terrified. It is a long story, a lot of small things created the new person that Scott McCall now was. He used to be an all-mighty Alpha, a werewolf who could fight anyone who came between him and his pack.
Then everything changed.
The day she came to town.
Scott had been sat on the brick wall outside school waiting for Stiles and Lydia, when a girl stepped out of a posh, but old fashioned car. Her hair was the definition of perfect, it seemed that not one speck of dirt had ever touched it; it was as clean as clean can be. Her complexion was also perfect, too perfect. Scott just stared as she walked past him, she was in a dark black dress that stopped below her knees and she had black leggings on that rolled over her feet. The only thing that was dirty was her shoes; they were old and wore out. Scott automatically felt odd presence whenever she was near, she didn't smell human, but she didn't smell like any animal he had ever come across.
Then he learnt her name.
Belladonna. He remembered sitting at lunch with the pack; Liam, Lydia, Malia, Hayden and Stiles. It was Lydia who had told them her name; she had spent all of forth period watching her; as soon as the name rolled of the Banshee's tongue, Stiles burst out in hysterics and his chocolate milk spilt out of his nose. "I'm sorry, "he laughed, "but if you want your child to be accepted in today's society, don't name them after a legal form of nightshade that can completely turn a users name upside down. Lydia didn't you lead a protest about it being legal?"
"Yes I did." Lydia snapped, "It's highly dangerous. The last ten years the American had been covering up cases with fake stories. The only banned version is 'Aroma belladonna.'" She explained, "It's not meant for human consumption
"It's a bit weird," Scott sighed, "Doesn't Belladonna mean pretty?"
"It's doesn't mean pretty, it means 'beautiful lady.' Many users of the drug complain about seeing a girl that is the picture of perfection, but like I said the government covered it up; they blamed it on other top brand illegal drugs." Lydia moaned.
Liam had been listening intensely whilst chewing on his tuna-fish sandwich; he finished and placed his lunch on his packet, "Is Atropa belladonna in tomato family?" He asked. Hayden snapped her eyes to him and crossed her eyebrows; she was confused by his sudden intelligence. He actually got a lot of odd stares, especially from Lydia, "What? I haven't taken it! I mean she smells like tomatoes! Maybe she actually deals with the illegal shipping of Belladonna, I'm just thinking!" He exclaimed.
"Umm, he has a point." Malia had said with a mouthful of noodle soup, "She doesn't smell human or any animal, more like the stem of a tomato plant."
"She must swim in the stuff!" Stiles exclaimed.
"Maybe she was the woman everyone saw in the hallucination." Hayden said stepping into the conversation, that one statement changed everyone's lives. They all felt their hearts drop because if she was the girl they all saw, then she was something inhuman and that meant the pack had work to do.
Work that they did do...
...work that they did...
...but in the end they lost...
Scott woke with a start. He buried his face into his hands; reminiscent tears were still present in the brims of his eyes. He wiped his eyes with his fingers, he then leant his head back into the sofa. "Do you remember what happened?" He heard a chilling voice saying behind him, Scott closed his eyes tightly and nodded, "Then why are you so on edge?" Footsteps got closer to him, Scott jumped at everyone; he watched as Stiles curled up on the sofa next to him. Stiles looked pale, he had bags under his eyes and it looked like he had been crying too. He was wearing a black hoodie with an old blue wear-and-tear underneath; the jacket was zipped halfway up. "I know that you're hurting." Stiles sighed.
"You have no idea how I feel Stiles." Scott snapped.
"Do I need to spell it out to you?" Stiles questioned, he looked down at his hands as they shook.
"Tell me the story again; I need to know where I went wrong." Scott said wiping the tears from his eyes.
"You didn't," Stiles started, "Lydia did. She should have never gone near Belladonna, she was dangerous."
"Lydia was trying to help." Scott told him.
"Look at us now." Stiles said coldly, he held his hands out to symbolise the fact the two were alone and had nothing but each other.
"Just tell me, again." Scott told him.
"Okay..." So Stiles went back to day one of the two day long tale, it all started when Lydia chose to talk to the strange girl who had joined their school. The pack had had many questions: who was she? Was she human? And why was her figure so perfect? What was she?
In the end, all those questions meant nothing.
Because the pack lost one of their own.