"ello! I am starting this fanfic at season 3A, and kindof making it my own. I came up with this idea as a short dream ( I know, weird) but it kinda liked it soo...here! :)
TEEN WOLF DOESNT BELONG TO ME, which sucks.
"You have to leave." Taelor said, her chocolate brown hair swaying in the wind as she held onto his hand, not wanting to let go.
"I don't want to. I want to stay with you." Stiles said, gripping her hand tighter. Within the short two months of getting to know this girl, he has feel head over heels in love.
"You have to return home and help you friends, Stiles." She replied, looking up into his honey eyes. She never knew she could love a human as much as she does.
"But I can stay here, and help you!" He argued, desperate to stay with her.
"I don't need the help as much as your friends do. From what you told me, they need all they can get." Taelor said, a small smile forming on her lips.
"But...I'm going to miss you." Stiles didn't have a good enough argument and Taelor laughed.
"And I will miss you too, but you need to leave. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning." She sighed.
"Then stay with me for the night. One last time. Please." Stiles combed his fingers through her hair and looked deeply into her pale blue eyes. Instead of answering, Taelor leaned in and kissed him softly on his lips. He took no time to respond back, and kissed her back passionately. She broke them apart and smiled, looking at his face for the last time.
"Lets go." She said softly, and they walked back to his hotel room, not leaving until the early dawn of the next day.
"So, let me get this straight. While I was gone, you got a tattoo, found out that there's an Alpha pack coming to town- oh already here- and Boyd and Erica are missing?" Stiles asked his friend, Scott McCall. They were at Derek's penthouse, reviewing what happened in the last few days. Scott nodded his head.
"What have you guys done since I was gone?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"Well, while you were away having fun, we were here working our asses off, trying not to get killed." Derek growled angrily.
"In my defense, I just found out about all this a little while ago." Scott interjected.
"I wanted you to be a normal teenager for once." Derek argued.
"Guys! Stop. How long have they been missing?" Stiles asked, changing the subject.
"A few days. They ran off, scared. Isaac and I have been trying to find them." Derek said.
"And where's Isaac?" Stiles asked.
"Probably at school, where you two are supposed to be at." Derek pushed the two boys out and closed the door in their faces.
"Glad to see he didn't change when I was gone." Stiles sarcastically said, and Scott laughed as they headed to Beacon Hills High.
"So buddy, tell me about your girlfriend." Scott asked, slapping Stiles on the shoulder as they sat down in their English class before the bell rang. Stiles blushed and ran his fingers through his longer hair.
"Uhm, ha, well, she's pretty amazing." Stiles said sheepishly.
"Obviously, but tell me about her! All I've seen are the pictures you've sent."
"Oh, well, she's funny and sarcastic, she can actually beat me in a conversation," Scott laughed, "uh, she's very athletic. witty, not afraid to say what she's thinking. Just...amazing." Stiles smiled as he remembered the days they've spent together.
"She sounds perfect for you bro." Scott said, congratulating his friend.
"Yeah, she is." Stiles said as the bell rang. signaling the start of class. As soon as everyone got situated, the sound of phones buzzing filled the air.
"'The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." A young teacher walked into the class, reading off the text message everybody got, "This is the last line of the first book you are reading this year. It is also the last text message you will receive in my class. Phones off everybody."
The class rolled their eyes, but did what they were told. As Scott looked up, he noticed who was sitting in front of him. Allison. The same Allison that he hasn't talked to all summer. The same one he's in love with. He was too busy noticing her, that he didn't realize that she quickly put a note on his desk.
We need to talk.
Scott reread the note, and a slimmer of hope built in his chest. He started writing a response when their teacher interrupted. Stiles watched his friend pack his things and leave the classroom. He drummed his fingers on his desk, not comfortable in the silence, when he noticed a bandage on Lydia's ankle.
"Psst, Lydia." Stiles tried getting her attention.
"What?" She said.
"What happened?" he asked, motioning to her ankle.
"Prada bit me."
"Your dog?"
"No, my designer hand-bag. Yes, my dog!" She asked, clearly annoyed.
"Didn't you say that a deer flew through your windshield a few days ago too?"
"What are you saying? That its a coincidence?" She asked, and Stiles shrugged his shoulders, "What do they say? Once...twice-" Lydia's voice was caught off as a loud thump came from the window. Miss Blake put down the chalk and walked over to the window, where a small blood stain was noticeable. Her eyes widened as she saw the scene in front of her. A giant flock of black birds were flying straight at them, and in no time at all, the windows were shattered and crazed birds were flying through the classroom.
Stiles used his body to shield Lydia, pulling Allison underneath his protection as well. Time stretched by and soon the attack was over with. Feathers and dead birds laid strewn all over the floor, kids getting up, examining their wounds and the room. Stiles, Allison and Lydia looked at each other, knowing that something supernatural was up.
Night has fallen over Beacon Hills and two teenagers were running through the preserve, something vicious chasing them. The girl tripped over a rock and fell over, struggling to stand back up.
"C'mon Erica, we cant slow down!" The boy said, dragging the girl up to her feet and running again.
"Boyd...I ca-can't." Erica wheezed, her feet slowing down. With her dead weight, Boyd stumbled against a tree, both of them gasping for breath. Growls echoed all around them and their hearts hammered hard. They tried hard to hide their bodies in the dark, but they were pulled out in the clearing, falling to their knees. Erica looked at the ground, tears soundlessly falling while Boyd looked at their attackers.
Standing in front of them were two females, one wasn't wearing shoes, their eyes glowing red. He knew who they were, they've been chasing them for days. The Alpha pack, at least some of them. The one who wasn't wearing shoes grabbed Erica by the neck and yanked her up to her feet, her face in Erica's.
"Hello Blondie. My name is Kali, and I'm here to kill you." She growled and Erica whimpered, moving her face to the side, "Megan, grab the other one." The other alpha did as she was told, and grabbed Boyd by the neck as well, squeezing the air out of his lungs. The two friends closed their eyes, awaiting their death...that never came.
Boyd and Erica were let go as the alphas were thrown to the ground. Another growl was heard behind the two teenagers and they scooted away from the battlefield.
"You." Kali growled and stood up, facing off at the one who attacked them. Boyd and Erica looked over at the one who saved them as she stepped out into the moonlight, a smirk planted firmly on her face.
"Me." She replied in a British accent and growled, claws coming out and her eyes glowing red. Kali did the same and the two werewolves began fighting. The newcomer threw Kali against a tree and she crumpled to the floor, but Megan quickly took her place.
"You killed my husband." Megan growled and tried to claw her face, but the newcomer quickly dodged it.
"And you killed my brother." She shot back, and grabbed her by the neck. Megan struggled to get out, but it was to no use, "Say hi to your husband for me." Her grip on Megan's throat tightened and she threw her to the ground and dug her claws into her chest. A loud scream escaped Megan's mouth but was cut off as her heart was ripped out. Kali gathered herself up and ran off, going to her pack.
Boyd and Erica looked at the bloody death in front of them, not knowing if the British alpha was on their side or not. The alpha threw the heart on the ground and wiped the blood on her jeans, turning to face the two frightened betas and walked towards them.
"You must Erica." She held out her hand and pulled Erica to her feet, "and you must be Boyd," and she helped Boyd up as well.
"W-who are you?" Erica asked quietly.
The alpha tucked a lock of chocolate brown hair behind her ears, her red eyes turning back to their original pale, blue color.
"You can call me Taelor." She replied, a genuine smile on her face, "Now, lets go home, shall we?" She asked, and the walked back to Derek's loft.
"She killed Megan." Kali said as she reached her pack, gasping for breath.
"First Ryan, now Megan. Deucalion, she wont stop until we're all dead." A male teenager said.
"She wont kill everyone, Aiden. Just the weak ones." Deucalion said, messing with his cane.
"Ryan was the strongest-"
"Ethan. Enough. Kali, gather everyone up, I have a plan." Deucalion said and Kali left with a nod. He uncapped the tip of his cane, revealing a sharp knife at the end, "I have a plan." He whispered and threw he can at a picture of Taelor.
Please leave reviews on what I should do next! I have some ideas, but I may need help! :) 3
Thank you for reading!