Okay so this is my first attempt at a Teen Wolf fan-fic. I love Derek's character, I feel like he's so misunderstood, and he really needs love. So I know that I describe what my character wears a lot in this…because I feel like Teen Wolf has amazing style, it's youthful and gorgeous, and I want my character to like mesh with the show well. Also this will be going by episodes, so this is the pilot. Hope you all enjoy this story.
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me
First day back at school…I didn't know whether I wanted to jump for joy, or to ditch first period and sleep in my car. I mentally scolded myself, No ditching this year. Senior year, I was going to do good. Take my C average and make it a B average. Hey, I know my limits, and asking for an A average, was asking me to have a mid-year break down. Summer had been boring as hell. I mostly sat on my couch and rotted my brain with the History channel while it was a hundred and ten degrees outside…don't judge me. I know more about the revolutionary war than anyone else in Beacon Hills. Sometimes Scott or Stiles would join me, or drag me out of the house which would usually end up with them getting dragged to the mall. I had known them since the first grade, and we'd been best friends since the fourth. You wouldn't think that we would all click, Scott with his athletics, Stiles with his addiction to the internet (It is truly unhealthy how much time he can spend on his laptop) and me with my excessive knowledge of Abraham Lincoln and my habit of blowing through my allowance at Forever 21. Somehow, we just…fit. I loved them to death, they were my family. Speaking of that family, Scott was locking his bike to the bike rack, when a familiar sleek silver Porsche slid into the parking spot right beside him. I sped up a bit, wanting to get to Scott before…Ahh, too late.
"Dude, watch the paint job" Jackson Whittemore, head dick of the school told Scott who just gave him a bewildered look. I came and stood next to Scott, folding my arms over my chest and glaring at the Jock, I had never liked him much. He stole my ice cream scented eraser in the second grade. Jackson's friends hollered for him, and with one final glare at me and Scott, he was off.
"I swear to god, something crawled up his ass and died" I told Scott, who chuckled and adjusted his back pack on his shoulder.
"Ehh, just ignore him, Emmy" Scott commented as we began walking in the direction of the main entrance to Beacon High.
"So did you and Stiles find anything except for trees last night?" I asked him, my face completely serious and his features scrunched up.
"A lot more then trees...and Stiles is still pretty pissed at you for ditching us" He said and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I did not ditch you, because I never agreed to go in the first place. Going out into the forest in the middle of the night to find some dead girl is a pretty stupid idea if you ask me" of course it was a stupid idea, it was Stiles' I thought to myself.
"If you say so. I got bit by something last night" He said, casually and I gave him a weird look.
"By what? A mosquito?" I replied and he didn't even smile as we approached Stiles.
"Asshole, Scott" He greeted both of us and I just smiled widely.
"Now is that anyway to greet your best friend in the morning?" I asked, emphasis on the sweetness and he just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, let's see this thing" Stiles commanded Scott, completely ignoring my comment. Scott pulled the hem of his navy blue shirt up to reveal a large bandage. Blood was leaking through it, giving it that gory effect and I gasped as Stiles touched it lightly, a shocked sound escaping him.
"Holy baby Jesus!" I commented, my hand reaching out to trace the edge of the bandage.
"Yeah, it was too dark to see much, but I think it was a wolf" Scott told us, pulling his shirt back down as we began walking again and my eyebrows pulled together. Was he retarded? I mean come on, he worked at an animal shelter.
"Okay, Mr. Vet Assistant" I said sarcastically and he looked at me.
"What, I heard howling" His voice was edged with defense and I put my hands up, I didn't mean any harm.
"No you didn't" Stiles said and Scott turned to face him.
"What do you mean no I didn't, how do you know what I heard" Scott bit back and Stiles stopped to talk to him face to face.
"California doesn't have wolves" Stiles said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"He's right, California hasn't had them for like, sixty years something" I commented and Scott mouth pulled to the side.
"Really?" He asked, unbelieving and I nodded, rummaging around in my bag, grabbing my lipstick and applying a coat of nude pink to my lips as I replied with a 'really'
"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf…you'll never believe that I found the body" He said, grinning widely and I jerked my head, smearing the makeup and gaped at Scott.
"No fucking way" I said as Stiles asked if Scott was kidding him. Stiles looked so happy, like Scott had just told him a new Avengers Comic was coming out or something, not that Scott had found a body in the forest, just fifteen minutes away from my house.
"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for months" Scott replied, his face semi-disgusted as he looked like he was remembering the body.
"This is effin' awesome. This is seriously going to be the best thing that happened to this town since…since the birth of Lydia Martin" Stiles said, getting distracted in the middle of his sentence and practically throwing himself at the girl. Lydia Martin, I didn't know her enough to say that I didn't like her, and she had never really been rude to me, so I didn't really have anything against her, we would just never be friends. Out personalities would clash, horribly.
"Your pathetic" I told him and he just shook his head at me, smirking teasingly and I did the same.
"You know this is all your fault. I'm a nerd by association, I've been Scarlett Nerded by you" Stiles said to Scott, as the bell rung and we climbed the steps to the entrance.
"Says the guy who watches anime porn" I shot at him and he glared and stuck up his middle finger as Scott choked on a laugh and I chuckled under my breath, before turning the corner to the Social Sciences hallway.
The school day was spent going over syllabuses and Scott practically drooling over the new girl. She was cute, the jacket she had on was absolutely gorgeous, but she had already started to bond with Lydia, Jackson and that click, and that really didn't float my boat. After school, I went to go watch the boys practice. It's not like I had anything better to do. I bundled up in my plum colored pea coat and beret and sat cross-legged on the bleachers. Scott was up to play goalie (Is it called goalie in Lacrosse? I wouldn't know, I know nothing about this sport) and on his first try some ass hole hit him in the mask with the ball. People around me laughed and I glared at them.
"Dick!" I called at the guy standing up, and Coach shot me a warning look, to which I smiled meekly and sat back down. Whichever dumb fuck that decided to make bleachers metal, should have been decapitated, just sayin'. Then, as the different players took turns trying to get the ball in the net, something odd happened. Scott was…good. Really good. He caught every ball, like it was effortless or something. I clapped, cheering him on.
"Come on Scott!" I called for my friend as Jackson ran up, like one of the guys from 300 or something and swung his ball hard, aiming for the upper right corner of the net…Scott caught it and I jumped up and clapped, and turned behind me, surprised to see that Lydia Martin was clapping too. I locked eyes with Stiles who was sitting on the team bleachers and he just shrugged. What was going on with our best friend?
"I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball" Scott tried to describe what was happening to me and Stiles as we hiked through the woods. I had reluctantly agreed this time, not wanting to miss out on any more uncovering of body pieces, even though I found this whole thing kind of sick. I grabbed Stiles hand as he helped me over the small creek and muttered a thank you as we listened to Scott.
"It's weird, I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. I smell things" He said and I gave him a look, like another head was sprouting from his neck.
"Smell things, like what?" Stiles asked skeptically and Scott sniffed the air lightly.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket" He said and Stiles just rolled his eyes, and patted at his jacket.
"I didn't have any mint mojito-" Stiles stopped midsentence, staring at the half eaten piece of gum in his hands with the same wide eyed expression I know I must have been wearing. Scott began walking again and sped up til' I trotted along beside him.
"So all of this started with a bite right?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, what if this is some kind of, I don't know, infection" He said worriedly and I rubbed his shoulder.
"You know what, I actually think I've heard of this" Stiles said, sounding very doctor like, putting his hands on his hips.
"Are you serious?" Scott asked, his voice a couple of octaves higher with fear as my teeth gritted together.
"Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy" Stiles said and I punched his shoulder.
"Ouch" He mumbled, rubbing where I had just hit.
"You idiot, you really scared me. Lycanthropy. Are you trying to say Scott's a werewolf?" I said and he just shrugged.
"Hey, he's the one who said he heard a wolf howling" Stiles defended himself, dodging another punch from me.
"I'm serious, what if there's something really wrong with me?" you could hear the slight hysteria in Scotts voice and I knew he was starting to get really scared.
"Nothings wrong with you. Your body is just still coming down from that adrenalin rush" I told him, trying to comfort him as we stopped by a tree. It was a pretty normal looking tree. No branches that looked like hands, no vines that wrapped around it. Nothing. I had been expecting more. Even the earth around the tree looked normal, just dirt, dead grass and fallen leaves.
"I could swear it was right here" Scott said, looking at a specific spot on the ground.
"Maybe she got up and walked away" I said sarcastically and he glared at me before bending down and touching the earth.
"Maybe the killer moved the body?" Stiles said and I nodded.
"If he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks" Scott said and I laughed and tapped him in the back of his head. Stiles bumped me hard and I glared up at him.
"Hey, penis breath what's your-" I began but the look on his face as he stared behind me stopped my insult. Please don't let it be a werewolf, please done let it be a werewolf I begged in my head as I turned around.
There was no werewolf, just a man. He looked to be a few years older than us and had on dark jeans and a black leather jacket. He was cute….no scratch that, he was freaking hot. He had to be at least 6'2, and had black, slightly spiked hair, sea-foam green eyes and a strong jaw. He looked so familiar…his face. I knew that face, but from where? It was on the tip of my tongue…
He walked closer to us until he only stood a few feet away.
"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property" he scolded us, his voice hard and I looked at him, my face not impressed. Really, wasn't that whole bad boy thing just a bit played out?
"Sorry, we didn't know" I said with a smirk and his black eyes seemed to look straight through me, like I was translucent. I didn't like it, it made me feel violated and weird.
"We were just looking for something but, uh, forget it" Scott said intimidated by the guy, leaning a bit closer to me. I just glared at him. Baby. Then, Tall dark and completely un-original threw something to Scott, and then turned his back to us and walked in the opposite direction. Scott caught it easily and opened his hand. My stomach turned and I was suddenly scared. The guy had thrown Scott his inhaler.
"He's hot but he scares me" I announced to them when he was out of hearing range and Stiles turned to us, his mouth open, recognition in his blue eyes.
"Guys, He's Derek Hale. Remember him, he's only a few years older than us" I knew I knew that guys face!
"Yeah I remember him, didn't his family die in a freak fire like ten years ago, then he moved away?" I said asked and Stiles just nodded, Scott still looked a little lost.
"I wonder what he's doing back?" He said and I just shrugged slowly. I really didn't want to know.
"I don't think I want to know. He seems like creepo" I said, tucking a piece of dark hair behind my ear as we began walking back to the cars.
I couldn't sleep that night, I tossed and turned and ended up on my laptop, at four in the morning, 'Googling' werewolves. Bite, check. Heightened sense of smell, check. Acute hearing, un-humanly taste, insane reflex's check, check, check. I cursed, shut the laptop roughly and grabbed at the roots of my hair. He couldn't be a werewolf…that stuff was all fake, all just movie monsters and myths and mumbo jumbo. One of my best friends was not a werewolf, no way. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, cursing wearing shorts to bed and flipped onto my side, shutting my eyes, forcing myself to go to sleep. Your best friends definitely a werewolf my brain yelled at me as I slipped into an un-peaceful slumber.
The next day at school was a lot like the first. I wore a floral corset with a beige blazer over it, a pair of light wash skinny jeans, and oxford wedges, making my short 5'2 almost 5'4. My hair was in a knot-bun high atop my head and my messenger bag was slung across my body as I made my way to my locker. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going as I walked, and I soon bumped into something soft.
"Shit. I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention" I said, as I bent down to retrieve the persons fallen books.
"Oh no, its fine. I'm having one of those days too" a soft feminine voice said and I looked up to see the face of the new girl. Allison, wasn't it? I handed her, her books with a smile.
"Umm, I don't think we've met. I'm Emmy St. Claire" I said, offering her a hand which she took automatically.
"Allison Argent. It's really nice to meet you, aren't you a friend of Scott's?" She asked and I nodded, my eyes focusing on the necklace she was wearing. It was like a pale pink crystal, on a gold chain.
"Umm, I hope you don't mind me asking but where did you get that necklace, it's effin' gorgeous" I said.
"Oh no, it's totally fine. Umm, I think I got this one at a thrift shop" She said, picking it up by the chain and examining it. Just then the bell rang, and kids began to swarm to they're class rooms.
"Well, it was nice to meet you. Talk to you later" I said, giving her a wave and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, you seem pretty cool" she said and I laughed and replied with a 'you too' before making my way to class. At least Scott was head over heels for a nice girl. As I was walking to class I saw Stiles, getting a drink from the water fountain.
"Stiles!" I called for him and he turned to me, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Hey" He greeted.
"You know yesterday…how you were saying that Scott might be infected with…Lycanthropy?" I asked, feeling stupid the whole time. He shook his head, smiling.
"I was just screwing with you guys" He said and I gnawed on my bottom lip.
"Yeah, well I'm not screwing with you, I was looking it up last night and-" The tardy bell rung and Stiles cursed, and I was so tempted to ditch the second day of school.
"We'll talk later, okay?" He said, walking in the opposite direction away from me and I just nodded, numbly and trudged my way to calculus.
I decided to skip Lacrosse practice and go straight home. I was tired from the previous night of practically zero sleep. I got home and went to the fridge, I was an emotional eater. There was a note on the fridge from my dad and I frowned as I slid it from underneath the magnet and read it.
Em,
I know this is sudden, but I'm going to be in Hong Kong for a few weeks. I left you the emergency card, and I'll reload it every couple of days. When you get home from school, call me. We'll talk about it then
Love you Emmybear, Dad
I sighed as I finished it and tossed it in the trash. His job had been shipping him suddenly a lot lately, last month it was Mexico City, the month before that it was Paris. I was almost getting used to having the house to myself all of the time. I grabbed a Dr. Pepper and a pop-tart and plopped down on the couch, flipping through the channels until a show about 'Ancient Aliens' popped onto the 68' inch plasma screen, and I was soon slipping into a light sleep. I was probably asleep for two hours before my phone beeped, and without opening my eyes I grabbed it off the floor and lifted it to my ear.
"What?" I asked, my voice sand paper dry.
"I was going to invite you to a party but if-" I cut Scott's playful tone off.
"You're going to a party tonight?" I asked, my voice non-believing.
"Yes, with Allison-" and once again, I cut him off.
"But it's a full moon! What if you wolf-out?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"Are you serious, Em? Not you too" He said, his voice drained of the previous playfulness.
"I take it Stiles did some research too?" I asked and he just scoffed.
"If you can even call it that. Are you coming or not?" He asked, losing his patients and I was torn. Stay home and get a few more hours of shut eye, or go and make sure my friend doesn't go all werewolf in front of half the student body.
"I'll be there" I said, before hanging up. Fucking Scott, I thought to myself as I stripped on my way to the shower.
I ended up at the party in black sequined dress, and black pumps. I hadn't really taken much time in getting ready, my hair was left naturally wavy and my eyes were done in a smudgy smoky fashion. The party was pretty big, with people filling up the house, and spilling out into the back yard by the pool. Everything was vibrating with the music and bodies were pushing against me as I pushed myself through the crowds of dancing, hormonal teenagers to the back yard. Once there a boy came up to me. I think I had him in art last year, or something. He was attractive, tall, and a bit lanky with blond hair, bright blue eyes and gauges.
"Hey, It's Emilia, right?" He yelled in my ear, and the music was so loud, it sounded like a faint whisper.
"Emmy" I yelled back and he smiled and began talking about things I couldn't hear. He offered me his drink a couple of times, and I denied it, pushing it back at his chest when he tried to get me to take a sip. He was probably a date rapist. Just then, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Derek Hale was standing behind the back fence. I could barely make him out, due to his dark clothing, but I knew that was him. My breath hitched in my throat and I took a step back, wanting to put some distance between me and that fence.
"Emmy! Em!" I heard my name being called and I looked around for a moment before my eyes fell on Scott and Allison.
"Talk to you later" I said, to the blond that I hadn't really been paying attention to, he cursed in protest, but otherwise let me go.
"Hey, you guys look great!" I said to the couple, first giving Scott a hug, then giving Allison a little squeeze.
"So do you, have you seen Stiles?" Scott asked, leaning close to yell in my ear. And I shook my head, and stood straight to whisper in his ear, happy in the fact that in those heels, I didn't have to reach up on my tippy toes.
"No, but I think Derek Hale is here" I told him; low enough that Allison couldn't hear, and his big brown eyes went wide and scanned the perimeter. You could tell Allison was feeling a bit left out, so I backed off.
"Well I'm off, have a good night, alright?" I smiled at Allison and she looked happy that I was leaving. I wasn't offended, I probably wouldn't want a guy who I was out on a date with's best friend intruding on our time together either.
"See you!" Allison called as I walked away. Ehh, gag me with a spoon Lydia and Jackson were practically having sex up against a wall and she was giving Scott the 'come hither' eyes. Okay, I officially do not like her. Weren't her and Allison like best friends? Slut.
Do the D.A.N.C.E, 1,2,3,4 fight. Stick to the B.E.A.T get ready to ignite
The lyrics to one of my favorite songs began to play and I closed my eyes and moved with the music, singing with it lowly. I could feel the eyes on me, watching my every move, looking through me. I had a feeling on who it was, I just choose not to open my eyes and prove myself right. What did Derek want with Scott? When the song ended I opened my eyes and looked around. Scott was rushing away from Allison, his back rigid and tense and I could tell something was wrong so I began heading in that direction, pushing dancing people roughly out of my way. A guy grabbed my bicep and I pushed him so hard that he almost fell back into the pool.
"Bitch" He cursed at me and I was too worried about Scott to confront him. When I got to Allison, she was standing there, her big eyes looked a little watery and her mouth was agape she turned and saw me and tried to compose herself up a bit and I put on a calm mask. I could handle this.
"Hey, Scott wanted me to tell you that he had to head home, his mom was bugging him about the car because she got called to the hospital" I lied flawlessly and Allison ate it up, you could feel the relief rolling off her in waves.
"Oh, I thought he just ditched me" She said, letting out a nervous laugh and I shook my head.
"No, he wouldn't do that" Scott owed me, so freaking much.
"Hi, are you Allison?" Oh god, don't freak out, don't freak out I commanded myself as I turned to face none other than Derek Hale. My heart was beating out of control and I felt like I might puke.
"Umm yeah, who are you?" She asked, her voice slightly intimidated as she folded her slender arms over her chest. Who wouldn't be at least a little intimidated of this guy? Not only amazingly gorgeous, but he looked like he could snap your neck with his bare hands.
"I'm Derek Hale, it's nice to meet you…both of you" He flashed me a false smile. It looked more like he was bearing his teeth at me, like a silent growl, a growl….I took a step back and I knew my face had gone hard, and my hands balled into fists. Allison shot me a freaked out look and asked me if I was okay, but I couldn't reply. Derek was the werewolf…This ass hat had bitten my friend!
"I'm fine" I got out, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Well, Scott kind of left me stranded here" Allison said, and I could tell she was trying to keep her voice from going sour.
"No problems, I'll give you a ride" I said, not looking at her, but at Derek. Derek Hale was a werewolf, Scott was a werewolf…my life had seriously just flipped. I mean when you see stuff like this on the TV, you think how amazing it is, all I could think was that Scott was going to accidentally kill someone and go to jail for life, or get put down, or become a scientist's new experiment, and it was all stupid Derek Hale's fault.
"Can I walk you girls to your car?" He asked, polite as could be and I just plastered on a fake grin, not wanting him to know how terrified of him I was.
"Of course you can" I said and he looked un-phased ad I grabbed Allison's wrist and pulled her behind me, and out front to my car. When we arrived at my silver Dodge Durango I took out the keys and looked at Derek.
"You can leave now" I told him bitchily and he looked so calm it made my skin crawl. I hopped in my car and put the keys in the ignition, expecting to for it to roar to life. It didn't, it stayed dead so I tried to start it again and nothing my face scrunched up in confusion and I looked at Allison who was giving me a weak smile, her eyes tired and annoyed. My car had just been tuned up a couple of months ago.
"You two can hop in with me" Derek offered, and I glared at him wanting very much to tell him to shove his ride where the sun doesn't shine, but my house was a thirty minute walk from here, and I had on four inch pumps and I really didn't want him taking Allison home by herself. I'd make Stiles come with me in the morning to figure out what was wrong with my car.
"Are you okay with riding with him?" I asked Allison, turning to face her. She just nodded and I sighed and climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
We dropped Allison off first, she lived closer to the party then I did. It was dark in the car, only the occasional head light, and the radio gave off light.
"Nice car" I commented, my legs were crossed tightly, my arms folded over my chest, I looked a bit like a human pretzel.
"Thanks" He said, taking a turn smoothly, not even slowing down a bit. I looked over at him and skewered my bottom lip between my teeth, mustering up all the courage that I had.
"So why are you back Derek?" I asked him and his grip on the wheel tightened.
"I just have some unfinished business. What's the street?" He asked, sounding far too casual. Did he really think I was going to let it go that fast?
"1741 Frasier. Unfinished business, huh?" I questioned looking at him through the darkness as we pulled up in front of my house.
"This is it right?" He said and I nodded and grabbed my clutch, right as I was about to exit the car, he grabbed my fore arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked and he just flashed that growling smile again. This is it, I thought to myself. Derek Hale is going to eat me.
"Don't go sneaking through my woods again…got it?" He said and I tried to pull my arm away, but his fingers just tightened.
"I'm not scared of you, Derek" I spat at him and he genuinely laughed, and let my arm go.
"That's not what you said yesterday. I'm hot…but I scare you, right?" He said and I knew an unwanted blush crept up my neck. I got out of the car and shut the black door before he could say anything. He sped away and I stepped out of my heels, grabbed them and made my way for my door. Once in the house, I fished my phone from the clutch and scrolled down through my contacts until I got to S. It only rang once before Stiles frantically answered.
"Scott's gone were-wolf!" He cried and my eyes widened.
"Fuck, where is he now?" I asked, hurrying up my stairs, preparing to change into more comfortable clothes, ones that I could stay in all night while I hunted down my were-wolf of a best friend.
"I have no idea, I told him how I saw you and Allison getting into the car with Derek and he freaked out and then he jumped out of his bathroom window" Stiles said, and I could hear the screeching of tires in the back ground.
"My car broke down. Will you come get me, please?" I asked as I shimmied out of the tight dress and pulled on a pair of maroon sweats.
"Yeah, be there in five" He said before hanging up. I then slid on a white form fitting cotton crew neck and a gray and navy blue stripped sweater, and a pair of knock off Uggs. I grabbed another dr. pepper and waited for Stiles to get me.
It took us all night to find Scott, and when we did, he was walking half naked alongside a dirt road in the middle of the forest. I rolled down the window and he looked at me, rubbing his own arms.
"Get in, you owe me Starbucks" I told him as Stiles pulled over and I opened the Jeep door, and hopped in the back. Scott got in, and we headed back to town, him filling us in on his night of hunters, and me passing out in the back seat.
Okay, I know that was a whopper of a chapter(over 5,000 words), but I hope you enjoyed it(: Please review with your thoughts.