Following on after being human is great fun, so read that first!
Summary: June's back, and she's…more hairy then ever! June enjoyed being human, but after that had been so horribly ripped away from her when that ass Derek bit her. So now? She's trying to fit in and be June while having the claws, and fangs…and facial hair that she really shouldn't have…and peeing everyone off while doing it! Derek/OC.
Being a werewolf…undecided:
Chapter one:
So, first week into being a werewolf? Not a good start. I was all over the place. Literally. I had spat and growled and hissed and snarled at Stiles and Scott so many times, they got used to it after that week. Then week two came, and it was a little better, expect for the fact that I was as horny as hell and wanted to have sex with everything that came near me…ew, even Mr old man Jenkins down the road! Okay, so I'm joking about the 'Mr. Old man Jenkins' part, obviously, but I was seriously as horny as. So, that sorted itself out. Third week, I guess, got even better, and my only urge to maim and kill was when Stiles nicked my cookies. Which I was so not happy about! Anyone remember a time called Kate Argent?! Bitch stole my cookies and then died so I couldn't find out where! What a hoe bag!
Well, anyway, now I am used to being a werewolf. Not as fun as being a kick ass human and pissing people off, but I'm getting there. Only one thing that has totally pissed me off…DEREK!
Okay, so maybe he wasn't in his right mind when he bit me, but still! You don't bite June unless it's purely sexual! That's it! No other reasons to maim or bite June! But no, Derek That Ass Hale is stupid, and reckless, and has no control over being an Alpha. Yeah, that's right. Derek Hale killed his own uncle to become alpha…. Why do I still have feelings for this guy?! Gosh, what is wrong with my werewolfy brain? Perhaps that's it. I've been eating to many doggy treats that its messing with my brain…wait, did I just insult myself? Oh my god, where is Derek or Scott when you need them?!
Well, as I was saying, Derek That Ass Hale bit me while I was in hospital with a bullet wound. Yes, a fricking bullet wound through the stomach from Kate Argent. Kate Fricking Argent who died before I could get my vengence on her. Selfish bitch. Gosh, she's even a bitch now. I can sense it with my wolfy-ness. I mean, who has to be that sick and twisted to murder a house full of people, kill a few more people and then go and shoot a sweet, innocent girl in the stomach?! It just doesn't make sense!
Though, Allison is now avoiding me. I mean, she's avoiding me! ME! I didn't do anything wrong! That was your aunt, love, you know, the one that shot me through the stomach and nearly made me die?! Not that there's anything wrong with Allison ignoring me, I'm happy she's not talking to me. I'm still pissed at her for what she did to Scott, hunting him down and nearly killing him, then saying she loves him so much, and now they can't be together because her stupid ass of a dad won't let her?! What does Scott even see in this girl?! Please, tell me! She's not even pretty.
Oh, I am friends with Lydia. Well, as close as two people who had always thrown insults at one another since like 5th grade can be. But, you know, she's a great shopping partner and really smart for chem., so why the hell not? And, she and Jackson are no longer together, and she lost some of the popularity she once had, so why not be her friend? She's no longer the bitchy bitch that she was to me. Well, she is when bitching about other people. Oh, bitching sessions with Lydia are so fun! We bitch about every girl in the school, since they all hate me for my ways of pissing them off and hurtful comments. So what?! I'm expressing myself!
So, I suppose its been a great start to being a werewolf. Until the first fricking full moon, which is soon. I am so dreading it. I mean, c'mon, the chains hurt! Scott has been teaching me how to control my wolf, like Derek had done with, but since I have turned, Derek hasn't really spoken to me (he hasn't figured out I'm a werewolf yet, because a) he has no idea, and b) I soak myself in perfume, the nice stuff, obviously). No more kisses, or sexing it up. Nu huh. Derek has this whole 'Keep June at arms length' scheme going on at the moment. Don't know what for, it's not like I'm gonna turn around and shoot him with a wolfsbane bullet or anything…
Now, I am sat on my bed waiting for the good news. Yeah, Lydia's in hospital. The reason I became friends with her was because I had been visiting her in hospital. Yeah, yeah call me soft. Anyway, so I am watching the hot Winchester boys cross my screen with their guns—yum yum—when my phone chimes. Oo, I never get texts, unless it's Scott or Stiles or my mum.
A phone call?! Me is lucky!
"Hello," I say.
Scott's voice comes through the phone. "Yo! June! Lydia's kinda freaked out and now we need to search for her, and you know, can you help because you have a freakishly good nose for a werewolf?"
I sigh. "I don't know, Scott. You did just offend my nose. I mean, jeez, you are supposed to complement a woman if you want them to do something."
"Please, June?" He begs. I bet you he is pouting and full on puppy dog eyeing.
"Fine, pick me up. I'm ready."
And I am. Converse, check. Long white sleeve t-shirt, check. Black skinny jeans, check. His who should not be named jacket? Check. Gosh, and done.
"Yo," Stiles greets. I see Allison in the back, so I sit in the middle of Stiles and Scott, because I'm just awesome. "You all right?"
"What's this about Lydia going missing?" I ask him. "I thought you were on Lydia duty. Well, you basically sat outside her room."
Stiles glares. "She just screamed and took off out the window. Her hospital gown was lying on the floor, so if we do find her, she's gonna be naked."
"Ooo, and I bet you're getting a hard on just thinking about it," I tease.
Scott is rolling the window down and sticking his head out. I just roll my eyes and turn back to see Allison smiling softly. Oh, now she gets to smile? Oh hell to the no, girlfriend! No! Just no! Don't look at me.
"Isn't your dad gonna see you with Scott because he's insanely creepy and has spies all over town?" I ask her.
Allison shakes her head. "I don't care. Lydia's my best friend. And we need to find her before they do."
"Who do?" I ask.
"I can find her before the cops can," Scott says, sniffing to prove it. Twat. I can smell her scent from in here, as well as Stiles', Scott's, Allison's and the lingering scent of wolfsbane, Derek and coffee.
"How about before my dad does?" Allison asks.
I flinch. "Oh, okay, so Daddy dearest is searching for her?"
"Yes," Allison replies. "I saw him leave with three guys and two SUVS."
"A search party," I say.
Stiles shakes his head. Oh, he decided to talk now. "Nope, hunting party."
"If she's turns, are they going to kill her?" Stiles asks Allison.
"I don't know," Allison answers truthfully. "They keeps saying that we will talk after Kate's—" GRRR! "—funeral, when someone else gets here."
"Who?" I ask.
"I don't know. They won't tell me that either."
"Wow, okay, so your family has some serious trust issues that need working on," I comment. "Got anything yet, dog breath?"
I still take the piss out of Scott being a dog. Booshacka!
"Stiles, take the next left," Scott directs.
"I could have told you that from in here," I say, sniffing just to prove it. "Also, this car smells like Derek and old coffee, with a hint of wolfsbane, as well as Lydia's shampoo and Allison's quite nice smelling perfume. What is it?"
"I'm not sure," Allison says uncomfortably. "I sorta nicked it off my mom."
"Ooo, you badass," I say.
Scott hits me. "Hey, no taking the piss out of my girlfriend, all right?"
"Ssh, someone might hear you," I tease. Scott glares. "So I'm kidding, obviously. Man, you all need to take a chill pill. You especially, Scott, because you look like you just shat a brick, and shitting bricks hurt."
"How would you know?" Stiles asks. "Do you shit bricks often, or just now and again?"
I shrug. "Now and again. Whenever I feel like it really."
"Haha, funny!" Stiles says sarcastically.
"Next left, Stiles!"
"Whatever!"
Derek's house. That's where Scott's stupid, little, prick feature of a nose led us. Well, Lydia's scent is the most strongest here, but still. This is so painful. This dude has ignored me for how many weeks, and months? And now I'm hanging around his house like I'm desperate. I'm not desperate! Ask Stiles! I only cried once! And yesterday, but that was different, all right? I cried about the fact that I spilt my coke when my claws ruined the can.
Anyway, being back here is like déjà vu. I mean, I nearly died right here, man. Kate Argent put a bullet through my stomach, right there. And no, I am not pointing at the part where the bullet pierced my skin, I am pointing at the part of the tree that still has a bit of my blood on it. Or is that Derek's? Maybe it's Peter's? You know what, I really wouldn't know. All I know is that its blood and it looks like it came from a human and not a person.
Allison and Scott are next to each other and looking around, while Stiles goes off and does his own little weird human thing. And I'm just casually reminiscing about that night. Oh, I have nightmares. I don't really; I just have dreams about stabbing Kate Argent in her pretty, dead face. Lesbian slut. She went and got killed before I could get my revenge. Damn that stupid Alpha! And not the ridiculously hot one who is very much alive and who shall not be named, but the one who is now lying six feet under Derek's hard, wooden floor.
"She came here?" Stiles asks Scott. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, he's sure," I answer for Scott. "I can smell her all over this place. I don't know why she would come here looking for comfort. Hello, me got shot right there." And back to pointing at the ground. Gosh, I thought I got past that. Obviously not!
"But has Lydia actually ever been here?" Stiles asks.
"Not with me," Allison replies. Did anyone ask you? No! So shut your gibber gabbing, bitch! "Maybe she came here to look for Derek."
Okay, so June, ignore the burning pain that just went through your chest right now and concentrate on the fact that Allison's hat makes her look fat. It doesn't, but what the hell. That girl didn't even apologise on behalf of her aunt for shooting me. Hell, even her dad didn't. A little rude if you ask me. Oh shit, I missed that! What were they talking about? Crap. Don't ask me any questions…don't ask me any questions…don't ask me any questions…
"June!" Crap.
"Yes, Scott?" I ask, grimacing before walking over to my wolfy best bud.
"You okay with being here?" he asks.
Didn't ask me the question I was expecting him to ask me, but what the hell!
"Fine," I say, "honestly."
"Oh, hey, look at this," Stiles says. No thank you.
Allison steps forwards, and goes to look at Stiles' wonderful thing he found, while I stay by Scott. I am loving Scott right now. Scott, right now, is my babe. Yeah, yeah, Allison is always in his mind, but he has helped me out a lot over the past few weeks. I love him as my buddy and my pal and as my brother. Gosh, he is just so cool. And Stiles too. He is so accepting about the whole werewolf thing, that I love him so much as a buddy, as a pal and as a friend…
"You see this?" Stiles says to Allison. "I think this is a tripwire."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stiles don't!
And prick features—like my new insult—did. Yep, he just did! I am now suspended above the ground with Scott, our backs touching. I sniff. Crap, Mr Argent. Crap. Crap. Crap.
"Stiles, buddy?" Scott and I growl in unison.
"Yep," Stiles says and spins. Then laughs silently. Dick.
"The next time you see a tripwire, don't pull it," Scott says and then freezes. So he's smelt Mr Argent too, huh?
"Stop!" Scott says. "Someone's coming. Hide!"
They hide. Not very well, but they hide enough that Mr Argent only has to keep his eyes on us. Uh, Mr Argent. Even though he did help me and everything, he still reminds me of Kate. Kate. Ugh. I just wanna spit on her grave when she gets buried.
"Hello, Scott," He says to Scott, obviously. Why Scott first? Rude! "Hello, June."
"Hi, Chris," I say to him, between clenched teeth. Closer to ripping my claws in his chest…I'm more violent as a werewolf, as you can see.
"How you doing?" Chris asks.
"You know, hanging out," I say. I thought of that one myself. Haha, lol.
"This one of yours?" Scott asks. What? "It's, uh, a pretty nice design. Very constructive."
"What you doing out here, guys?" He asks, like he's our buddy. Pft, I'm too cool to be his buddy.
"Hanging upside down, what does it look like?" I say snarkly.
Chris ignores it. "Scott?"
"Looking for our friend," Scott replies. Traitor.
"Ah, Lydia, isn't it? She's in your group now, isn't she?" He says. "Is that the word you use? Or is is clique? Or here's a way…pack?"
I roll my eyes. "Clique is a better word to use."
"I hope so, because she's Allison's friend," He says.
He walks away. Only when he looks at me, he nods slightly. What does that mean? 'Oh, I'm so sorry that my psycho sister shot you in the stomach?' excuse me, bro, that's not a great apology! I want flowers and chocolates! Bastard!
"You okay?" Allison asks us after they come from behind the tree. Damn tree!
"Peachy," I say snarkly. Okay, so one Argent and now another?
Scott glares. "Just another life threatening conversation with your dad. What's new?"
"Scooby doo!" I exclaim. "Haha! Sorry, that was funny."
Scott's still glaring. Don't really know what I've done wrong.
"Let me help you down," Stiles says.
I cut the rope with my claws, like Scott does too. We're on our feet and facing both humans, smiles on our faces. Oh, yeah, bitches! Badasses in the house, y'all!
"Don't worry," Scott says.
"Already got it covered," I finish, staring wonderously at my claws. "How much damage do you think these would do during sex?"
Stiles groans. "Really? We're still on that topic?"
"I only asked you once, and you didn't even answer!" I exclaim. "Please? I'll admit I'm a puppy with puppy dog eyes if you do?"
"Fine," Stiles huffs. "I think they shall do a lot of damage on ones back because they look very sharp."
I laugh. "Think of it. These will be amazing to paint and make all girly. And they can go with my yellow eyes!"
"Woo!" Stiles cheers sarcastically.
"Whatever, Stiles," I growl playfully. "I just did the best Derek impression ever!"
"Yeah, okay," Stiles says. "You need to be throwing me into walls and saying, 'I'll rip your throat out with my teeth'. You can't be Derek other wise."
Scott and Allison break up our little argument before it gets worse.
Stiles shouts in the phone, "I am no longer a virgin on the eyes!"
"You found Lydia?" I ask him.
"Yep, and she was a-okay, especially since she was naked-o," Stiles says laughing. "Though she ate a liver. Not nice, if you ask me."
"She ate a liver?" I ask him again. "Ew. That's gross." I take the phone away from my ear and look at Scott. "You didn't tell me she ate a liver."
"Oh, yeah," Scott says as he sits the passenger seat of my car. "Sorry, I forgot. Now can you concentrate on getting us to school alive, please?"
"Oh, okay," I say. "Anyways, you seriously think she's still hot after she's eaten a liver? Gross!"
"So what? Allison still thinks Scott's hot and he's a werewolf," Stiles says pointedly.
"Hello, werewolf-o here!" I exclaim. "Ugh, you've pissed me off now. Bye."
I hang up.
"You okay, June, really?" Scott asks.
I smile at him. "Perfect."
Yeah, okay…
Hope it's okay for a first chapter;)
