Chapter 1:
I sat at my desk, finishing the last of my homework, my music sounding. My mother was on a night shift at the hospital while my somewhat dorky twin brother was pondering around in his room next door.
I put my economics aside when I finished and stretched before walking into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face before there was a knock at my door.
"Alice," I poked my head out of my bathroom to see Scott standing there with a baseball bat.
I raised an eyebrow.
Scott walked in and paused my music.
"What?" I questioned
"Did you hear something?" he whispered
"You just paused my music." I reminded him. "Why?"
"I thought I heard someone outside…" he muttered. I turned my bathroom light off and looked out the window.
"Let's go take a look." I decided
"What if it's a robber?" Scott asked as I stood next to him at my doorway.
"Then your bat will protect us." I muttered flicking it.
Yep, definitely dorky.
We walked down the stairs and out the front door, Scott held the bat up defensively. We walked around the deck, looking around before a shuffling noise sounded above us.
Okay, so he had heard something.
Scott leaned towards the railing when a body suddenly flopped down from above us. Both of them screamed.
It was Stiles Stilinski. Son of the sheriff and probably the biggest trouble maker ever, ironically. He also happened to be Scott and my best friend.
"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Scott shouted
"You weren't answering your phones." Stiles answered, he obviously had his legs hooked on something on the roof.
"Why the hell are you on our roof?" I questioned with a sigh.
"Scott's window." he pointed down to the ground, meaning to point up. I rolled my eyes.
"What's with the bat?" Stiles asked eyeing it.
"I thought you were a predator." Scott admitted
"A pred—" Stiles asked, his hands out in disbelief. "What? Alright, look." Stiles began
"Look I know it's late,"
"Understatement." I sang. He sent me a look
"But you gotta hear this." Stiles hung limply "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police."
"For what?" Scott wondered
"What happened?" I asked excitedly
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles answered
"A dead body?" Scott asked
"In Beacon Hills?" I wondered. Nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills, it was a quiet small town… the only exception was the Hale fire a couple few years back.
Stiles reached up and pulled himself free from the trellis he was hooked to and landed on the ground below the porch.
"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Stiles answered with his usual sarcasm. Scott moved back as Stiles climbed up to stand in front of us.
"You mean like murdered?" Scott wondered as he leaned on the baseball bat.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties." Stiles explained
"Hold on. If they found a body, what are they looking for now?"
"That's the best part. They only found half." Stiles said excitedly. I smirked
"We're going." Stiles decided.
Usual Stiles.
We all climbed into Stiles' beat up jeep and he drove to the Beacon Hills Reserve.
"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott questioned
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom." Stiles turned on a flash light in his hand and patted Scott's arm.
"Come on, where's the harm in it?" I asked, following Stiles.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep for practice tomorrow." Scott admitted
"Right, because sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort." Stiles nodded as we walked through the dark trees.
"Plus you weren't even sleeping." I smirked
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm going to make first line." Scott said confidently
"That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one." Scott smirked and shook his head as Stiles grinned at his own joke.
"You mean like yours with Lydia?" I questioned with a smirk as I walked past him.
"Exactly." He nodded "She gets it." he pointed at me.
"Pathetic and unrealistic." I nodded happily.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott wondered. Stiles stopped walked for a second.
"Huh. I didn't even think about that." he confessed. Scott smiled and looked at the sky.
"Of course not." I sighed
"And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?" Scott asked again
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles admitted
"Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott said as we climbed a bank, Scott's breathing slowly becoming more rapid.
"I know." Stiles agreed sarcastically.
"Do you even own a brain?" I wondered
"Yes…"
"You just don't know how to use it." I sighed with mock tragedy.
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott suggested as he leaned on a tree on the bank and pulled out his asthma pump.
Stiles and I reached the top and immediately hit the deck. Scott hurried up behind us and landed next to me.
Ahead of us were several flashlights belonging to the search party.
"If your dad catches us, he'll murder us." I whispered harshly to Stiles. "Bet you didn't think of that one either." I muttered. Stiles turned off the flashlight and we lay there for a second.
"Okay come on." Stiles jumped to his feet and ran towards the lights.
"Stiles!" Scott and I called. We shared a look before Scott took a breath from his pump and we got up and followed the idiot.
"Wait up!" Scott called.
We ran around the edge of the clearing where the police where currently circling. We continued to run, staying out of sight. Stiles was disappearing in front of us.
"Stiles!" Scott called.
We suddenly heard barking and a cry. We stopped and hid behind the trees before seeing a dog and one of the state troopers leaning over Stiles, who was cowering on the floor.
"Stay right there!" the state trooper ordered.
Scott and I share a look as another voice joined the first.
"Hang on, hang on, this little delinquent belongs to me." It was the Sheriff, Stiles' dad.
"Hey dad, how you doing?" Stiles asked casually. He shook his head as rain began to fall.
"So, do you… uh, listen in on all my phone calls?" the sheriff asked
"No… not the boring ones." Stiles assured him.
"And where are your usual partners in crime?" Sherif asked, Scott and I shared a glance.
"Who? Scott? Scott's home. Said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow." Stiles lied "Plus, Alice was too bossy to let him go. Being the more sensible one." I glared in Stiles' direction. I wasn't bossy.
"It's just me, in the woods, alone." he monologged
The sheriff shined a light behind Stiles at Scott and I. We stood completely still.
"Scott, Alice, you out there?" he called.
Scott gave me a look and I shook my head.
"Scott!" The flash light shut off after a few minutes
"Well, young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car and you and I are going to have a conversation about something called Invasion of Privacy." And the Sherif forced Stiles in the opposite direction.
Scott bashed his head against the tree as they all moved off.
"Shit." I muttered looking around.
We turned to look after them as thunder clapped above us. My hair was wet and sticking to my face as my hairs stood on end from the cold.
"Come on." I took Scott's hand and we began to walk back the way we came.
It probably wasn't the way we came. We walked for ages through the trees, the sounds of wolves in the distance howling as the it got darker and colder.
Scott never let go of my hand, and I to his. The last thing we needed was to get separated even more.
We stopped as some birds flew over our heads in the trees, rustling the leaves.
"I'm going to kill Stiles." I muttered quietly as we continued to walk.
"Do you know where you're going?" Scott questioned
"How the hell would I know that?" I wondered "I'm just walking and hoping for the best." I admitted
"Awesome." Scott muttered
"You're not doing any better." I reminded him.
We stopped walking, an unknown sound coming to our ears. Scott began to shake his inhaler and brought it to his mouth when suddenly several deer jumped out of know where towards us. The two of us hit the deck was a cry as the deer ran and jumped over the top of us. One fell to the ground next to Scott with a cry before continuing on.
And suddenly, it was over.
"Shit!" I swore, taking a deep breath to slow my heart rate. I slowly get to my feet, Scott next to me.
"You okay?" he asked
"Frightened half to death, but yes." I nodded "You?" he nodded before looking around.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Dropped my inhaler." he admitted
"Great." I grumbled. We'd never find it in this darkness.
Scott grabbed his phone and lit up the screen before scanning the leaves below him. We search the forest floor and walked around one another, occasionally moving some leaves to find it.
Then suddenly Scott jumped, I turned to see the light from his phone lighting up the top half of a human body, it's eyes open and lifeless, the torso cut in half and blood lying across the leaves.
Scott stumbled backwards into me and we suddenly fell down a bank. I heard Scott hit a tree before we tumbled to a stop.
"Holy—!" I muttered as we staggered to our feet, Scott using a fallen tree to help him.
Tonight was only getting worse.
"Alice, you alright?" Scott asked
"Other then seeing a dead body? I think so." I nodded, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
Scott jumped over the tree and I followed him as he puffed.
"You alright?" I placed a hand on his arm.
"Yeah…" it was an open ended statement.
We walked a few steps forwards before I heard what sounded like a growl. We both came to a halt as I grabbed Scott's arm.
We slowly turned around to see something big huge and black a little ways off, it's eyes were piercing red and it was the only thing I could make out in the dark.
My breath hitched in my throat and the eyes suddenly leaped towards us, knocking Scott and I to the floor.
It grabbed my ankle and Scott reached for a root as it did the same. I screamed, barely able to hear Scott's shouts over it as I was dragged along the floor.
Scott was thrown away before I felt claws on my skin, I screamed again before I hit the floor and I felt a pair of hands on my arm. Scott hoisted me to my feet and we ran.
I stumbled and pulled Scott down as we just ran, not caring where we went other then away from that monster.
Eventually we jumped out of the trees and my feet hit tarmac. We found the main road.
I was blinded by a light and the sound of a beeping horn reached my ears. I coward away before a car spun around and drove past me. I reached out and Scott took my hand.
I saw him look down and he lifted his top, on his side, just above his hip was a huge bite mark.
"Oh my god!" I muttered, blood dripped from the wound.
"Alice," Scott looked at my arm. There were scratches in the skin, more blood running from my own wound and another matching bite mark on my shoulder.
What the hell…?
The sound of a wolf howling, loud and clear sounded through the trees as we stood in the middle of the road.
Scott and I shared a look. Right now, I just wanted to go home. I didn't care about the dirt on my clothes or the rain drenching me through, or even the wounds on the left side of my body.
I just wanted to go home.
I woke up the next morning, my arm in itching pain.
I got up and walked into my bathroom, moved the bandages Scott had wrapped me in and took a look.
It was worse then I remembered it.
I got clean bandages and wrapped my arm up before I got dressed, putting a long sleeved jacket on to cover the gauze.
I walked to my brother's door and knocked.
No answer.
"It's me Scott, open up." the door opened. Scott was standing there holding his own bandage.
"How's yours?" he asked
"Terrible." I grimaced. "Here let me help." and I bandaged his bite mark.
I grabbed my keys — seeing as I actually owned a car — and drove Scott and I to school. First day… awesome.
The bell rang as we arrived and we climbed out of the vehicle. We found Stiles immediately.
Well, he found us.
"Okay, let's see this thing." he ordered. Scott rose his top to show the bandaged wound, it was bleeding so much it has seeped through slightly.
Stiles went to touch it
"Woah," Scott jumped back a little and dropped his shirt.
Stiles looked at me.
"What about you?" I dropped my jacket and exposed my whole arm, bandaged to just above my wrist.
Stiles bit his lip.
"I hope you know I am holding you accountable for this." I hissed
"Me?" he questioned
"You're the one who brought us out there and then left us." I reminded him. He went to argue but didn't end up saying anything.
"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott admitted
"A wolf bit you two?"
"Uhuh." Scott and I nodded
"No, not a chance." Stiles disagreed grinning as we walked towards the school entrance.
"That's right I forgot, you were there." I said annoyed
"Are you going to drop it?" he questioned
"Nope." I admitted
"Awesome."
"We heard a wolf howling." Scott confessed
"No, you didn't." Stiles disagreed
"What do you mean "No, I didn't?" How do you know what I heard?" Scott questioned
"Yeah, you'd ditched us."
"Not on purpose." Stiles defended. "Anyway, California doesn't have wolves. Not for the last sixty years." he confessed
"Really?" Scott asked
"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California." Stiles said strongly, almost annoyed
"Just cause they haven't doesn't mean they wont now, a lot can change in sixty years." I confessed
"Alright, well if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not going to believe me about when I tell you we found the body." Scott confessed grinning. Stiles basically jumped out of his skin.
"You— what? Are you kidding me?" Stiles asked grinning.
"Only you would be excited about someone seeing another person dead." I muttered
"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares about it for a month." Scott confessed
"I think I'm going to be more worried about the wolf that attacked me." I muttered, glancing at my arm.
"That's freaking awesome. I mean, this is seriously the best thing that's happened to this town since…" Stiles turned and looked past Scott at the strawberry blonde who walked past. "...since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia." he greeted as she walked past. She didn't say anything. "You look… like you're going to ignore me." he looked annoyed
"Hey Lydia." I smiled, calling after her. She turned
"Hey Alice," she answered. She walked back over to me and placed a hand on my arm, pulling me with her. I waved to Stiles who looked at me as irritated as always when I was with his long lasting crush.
"Hanging out with the dorks again." Lydia sighed
"Not my fault if I grew up with them Lydia." I smiled.
"Really?" she asked surprised and I chuckled at her with a role of my eyes.
Lydia and I sat through class until finally the bell rang. I covered my hands over my ears as it rang through my ears like a fog horn was right next to me.
"You alright?" Lydia asked
"Course." I smiled. I grabbed my things, stood up and followed her out of the room.
The corridors filled as we moved to our lockers before Lydia spied something.
"Check you the new girl." Lydia said, I turned to see a girl with long dark curly hair. She was tall and gorgeous. Of course she attracted Lydia's attention.
"Well, let's go say hi." I decided. I closed my locker and walked over to her.
"Hey," I smiled
"Hey." she answered
"Alice." I held my hand out
"Allison." she nodded, shaking it.
"That jacket is absolutely killer." Lydia said from next to me. I sighed, not even an introduction. "Where'd you get it?"
"My Mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison answered nodding
"And you are my new best friend." Lydia smiled.
"This is Lydia." I introduced
"Hi." Allison smiled at her. I suddenly smelt aftershave and cologne before a guy came up behind Lydia and wrapped his arm around her.
"Hey," he smiled
"Hey Jackson."
"Alice." Jackson greeted me after their little lovey dovey moment.
"Jackson." I nodded with a smile.
"Can somebody tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's click?" Harley asked, I turned around to see her talking to Scott and Stiles down the hall.
"Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together." Stiles answered. I smirked
"So, this weekend," Lydia began "There's a party," Jackson kept his arms around her while she, as usual, basically ignored him.
"A party?" Allison asked
"Yeah. Friday night. You should come." Jackson invited.
"Ah, I can't it's family night this friday." Allison answered with a sigh "Thanks for asking."
"Contraire to what you might think Jackson, some people actually spend time with their families, instead of partying every night." I grinned.
"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson said, Allison glanced at me and I rolled my eyes.
"You mean like football?" Allison wondered
"Football is a joke at Beacon. The sport here is Lacrosse. We won the state championship the last three years—" Jackson said, in his usual up himself tone. I saw Allison glance over to where my brother was standing. I turned and saw him watching us. I grinned and winked at him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia cooed to him as she flicked his hair sightly.
Allison looked away nervously and I sighed, I leaned closer to her.
"Don't let them influence you." I whispered. She smiled at me
"I'll be at practice in a few minutes." Jackson confessed "That is, if you don't have anywhere else to…"
"Well I was…" Allison began
"Perfect, you're coming." Lydia decided.
"Lydia." I sighed as she took Allison's hand.
"Come on, just one." Lydia said
"One will turn into thousands." I grinned at her
"So, why not watch me make captain again." Jackson shrugged with a smug grin.
I sighed. Usual, rich, Jackson.
We walked to the lacrosse pitch where the team was running around on the field warming up. Jackson disappeared to go and get changed in the locker rooms while Lydia and I made our way to the field.
I saw Scott as Lydia, Allison and I sat down and grinned, it wasn't me he was looking at though. I saw Allison smile as she returned his glance.
"McCall." Couch stepped in front of him
"Yeah."
"You're in goal." Scott dropped all his things as Coach shoved a heap of things into Scott's hands.
"I-I've never played." Scott admitted
"I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get them energised, fire it up."
"What about me?" Scott wondered
"Try not to take any in the face." Coach patted his cheek. Scott looked up at me as I tried not to laugh. I saw his shoulders slump
"Let's go, come one!" Couch shouted.
Scott put everything on and moved to the net. Allison was watching him intently.
"Who is that?" she suddenly asked Lydia. Lydia looked at Scott as he looked back.
"Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?" Lydia wondered.
"He's in my english class." Allison said with the shake of the head.
"That's Scott." I answered her
"Scott?"
"McCall." I nodded
"You know him?" Allison asked
"I hope so, he's my brother." I grinned
"Really?" Lydia asked "You have a brother." I chuckled at her
"We're twins." I confessed.
"Huh." Lydia muttered.
The whistle suddenly blew and I clapped my hands over my ears at the sound. It was drilling my ears again like the bell had. After a few seconds, I saw Scott doing the same thing.
The players began to move across the field, the ball shot at Scott and hit him square in the helmet, which protected his face. He collapsed to the floor backwards into the net. I removed my hand from my ear and everyone laughed.
Scott looked over to Stiles and sighed as Stiles cursed for him.
"Not a good start." I muttered. Scott stood up and picked up his net. The ball was thrown to the next player who ran out towards Scott.
Scott bobbed on the spot a little before the ball suddenly flew at him. Scott moved the net and the ball landed in it.
I gapped. He caught the ball.
Scott stared at it. Before realising what had happened. Stiles had the same reaction, surprised.
"Woah, yeah." he cheered.
The ball went to the next player and they moved off to shoot too. They ball went straight into Scott's net.
People cheered.
Scott caught the next ball too. And the next, and the next.
"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison confessed, Lydia had her mouth hanging open.
"Very good." she nodded.
"Yeah…" I muttered surprised. I don't think I'd ever seen him catch a ball before.
I could see the grin on Scott's face as Jackson moved to the front of the line. They had a bit of a stare off before Scott commented.
"Oh god."
"You'll be fine." I muttered as we all watched intensely.
Jackson ran forwards, the ball in his net before he jumped and threw the ball. Scott moved and it went straight into his net.
Stiles stood up and began cheering in surprise. Lydia and I were standing on the bleachers too, cheering for him.
"That's my friend!" Stiles cheered.
Jackson turned to look at Lydia who looked back at him smugly before looking at Scott. I clapped my hands grinning. Scott turned around and flung his net over his shoulder, the ball went straight into the refs net.
"That was bloody awesome!" I commented as Stiles, Scott and I walked through the woods — again — after school.
"How did you do that?" Stiles demanded as Scott jumped into a river, drenching his shoes.
"I don't know what it was. I mean I felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear."
"Like peoples conversations across corridors?" I asked
"And people's mumbles across a cheering crowd." He said, I looked at him.
"You'll be fine." he quoted me.
"Oh god." I added, doing the same "You were worried about Jackson, course I encouraged you on."
"Wait, so you two basically talked to each other over all those people shouting?" Stiles asked. Scott and I shared a look before nodding.
"Maybe it's a twin thing." Stiles wondered
"What suddenly we can hear each other when we shouldn't?" I asked
"That's not all," Scott confessed "I can smell things,"
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles wondered, scoffing
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."
"I don't have any…" Stiles moved his hands through his pockets before pulling out a lint covered piece of wrapped gum. Stiles looked at it then at Scott who held his hands out.
"How about the washing powder mum washes our clothes in?" I asked pocking his shoulder.
"And the one Stiles' dad washed his in." he nodded
"When they actually get washed." I added with a grin.
"And your vanilla perfume." Scott pointed, I took a deep breath, loving the smell.
"So all this started with the bite?" Stiles said, not really believing it.
"What if it's an infection? Like, our bodies are flooding with adrenaline before we fall into shock or something?"
"I think if we were going to die, we'd be having different symptoms then increased senses." I thought. "Plus, I haven't done anything that needs adrenaline." I added "You played sport."
"You know what, I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Scott and I chorused, stopping in our tracks.
"Yeah, yeah. I think it's called... Lycanthropy." Stiles said. My eyebrows raised as I looked at him.
"Really?" I asked annoyed
"What's that? Is it bad?" Scott worried
"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles said
"Oh my god." I muttered turning away from him
"Once a month?" Scott asked
"On the night of a full moon." Scott seemed to get it now.
"Seriously?" I asked "You're non-existent brain is completely fried." Stiles made a small howling sound as Scott pushed him
"You're an ass." I insulted and we started walking again.
"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles held his hands up in defence.
"There could be something seriously wrong with me."
"Yeah we might actually be dying." I said. Stiles rolled his eyes at us.
"I know! You're a werewolf!" he held his hands up and growled
"You seriously believe that such a things possible then you're dumber then I thought." I admitted
"You're the ones who had a conversation across a lacrosse field." he reminded us.
"We didn't have a conversation." Scott sighed
"Might as well have." Stiles shrugged "Okay, obviously, I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find it's because Friday's a full moon." Stiles admitted. I groaned and rolled my eyes as Scott and I stopped and looked around.
"I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler…" Scott muttered as he crouched down and looked around, ruffling some leaves.
"Alice?" Scott asked me
"Looks right." I admitted
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggested.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott confessed. I stopped before crouching down and turned around. Standing behind me was a guy, about maybe twenty years old, wearing all black with a leather jacket. His hair was black, his eyes grey-green and his skin pale.
"Guys," I muttered, I tapped Scott's head. Stiles turned and jumped a little at the sight of him.
Scott stood up and the guy walked towards us.
There was no mistake, he was hot.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned. Stiles rubbed his head and looked away awkwardly. "Huh, this is private property." he admitted
"Sorry. We were just looking for something we lost." I admitted
"Sorry man, we didn't know." Stiles admitted.
"Yeah, we were just, looking for something but…" The guy gave Scott a look "Forget it." He suddenly placed his hands in his pockets and threw something at Scott. He caught it and it was revealed to be his inhaler.
Tall dark and handsome turned around and walked away from us.
Stiles had his mouth hanging open as Scott turned to leave.
"Come on. I got to get to work." Scott admitted. Stiles hit his chest.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale." Stiles admitted
"Hale?" I asked
"You remember right, he's only a few years older then us." Stiles admitted.
"Remember what?"
"I swear you have the memory of a gold fish. The Hale fire?" I prompted
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles admitted
"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott muttered. Stiles huffed with a shrug before turning away. I looked at Scott and we shared a glance before following Stiles back to his jeep.
I dumped my keys on my desk and my bag on my bed before I began to unload it. I pulled my jacket off and walked into my bathroom. I opened the cupboard where I'd stored some rubbing alcohol and more bandages before I began to peal off the bandages from my arm. Before I even got to my elbow I realised something was wrong.
I removed the entire bandage then the cover from my shoulder.
There were no scratches or bite.
My arm and my shoulder had all completely healed. I traced a finger along my arm, not even a slight bit of pain. It was like I'd never had a wound in the first place. There wasn't even a scar.
I stood there for about twenty minutes staring at my arm shocked.
This was impossible.
I moved myself from the mirror quickly and changed out of my clothes, trying to avoid looking at my arm.
I walked downstairs and made myself a plate of dinner, trying to distract myself, before going back to my room and plunging myself into my homework.
I was going to fall over from drowsiness before I allowed myself to go to sleep.
I fell into darkness.
I woke up to my alarm sounding. I got up dressed and walked to Scott's room where I knocked. I yawned and knocked again when there was no answer.
I waited two more seconds before opening the door. The room was empty.
I walked into Scott's bathroom but that was empty too.
"Scott." I called through the house, no answer.
I was alone.
I walked to my room and run Scott's number, only to hear his ringing tone in the house. I sighed and hung up before calling Stiles.
"Hello?" he yawned
"Stiles have you seen Scott?"
"Scott? No why?" he wondered sleepily
"Cause he's not in the house." I confessed. I walked back into my brother's room. "His lacrosse stick and school stuff are still here." I yawned
"Maybe he just went for a run." Stiles offered
"Scott doesn't run," I admitted.
"Maybe he does now." I just hit the hang up button.
An hour or so later, Scott walked through the front door. He was wearing a pair of shorts and was completely drenched.
"Where the hell have you been?" I questioned. I covered my nose. "And why do you smell so much like chlorine?"
"I jumped into someone's pool." he shuddered
"Why?"
"I woke up in the woods."
"What?" I asked surprised
"And then I saw something and I ran from it before jumping a fence and landing in a pool." Scott explained as I followed him to his room.
I then remembered his bite mark. I moved passed him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"You bite." I muttered. He looked down at it. "It's gone."
"Found it gone last night." he confessed. I moved my sleeve
"Mine too." I confessed.
"How?" I shrugged.
"So you're sleep walking…"
"Three miles into the forest." he added. I paused
"Shit." I muttered
"And yesterday at work, I walked into the cat cages and they started going crazy." he admitted
"Shit…" I said, more slowly now. He walked into his room, grabbed a heap of clothes and walked into his bathroom, shutting the door.
I sat on his bed.
What the hell! Was I the only one who realised shit was happening? Adrenaline? I don't think so. This was freaky.
"And if I don't hurry up," Scott walked out of his bathroom dressed "I'm going to be late for practice." he grabbed his gear and left the room.
"Hang on, I'll drive." I allowed. I dashed into my room and ran down the stairs before we both climbed into the car.
Scott moved to the locker room while I walked out to the field. People were walking everywhere as I made my way to the bleachers.
Eventually the team made their way to the field and started warming up before I saw Stiles run over to my brother, panting.
Coach blew the whistle and the team members ran out into the field. I stood up and walked over to Stiles.
"What's wrong?" I questioned.
"The Fibre analysis report came back from LA and they found animal hairs on the body from the woods." I listened "They were wolf hairs."
"Now who says there are no wolves in California." I grumbled angrily.
"Okay, I was wrong. But that means you were bitten by a wolf."
"Really?" I asked. I ran a hand through my almost black hair as the team scattered through the field.
"Did you tell Scott?" I wondered
"I was about to when he ran off." Stiles admitted pointing to the field.
The game began and Scott was hit to the ground by Jackson. Scott got the ball and ran down the field. He dodged in and out of everyone as Jackson chased him. I stood behind Stiles who was sitting on the bench watching.
Scott got the goal and three people got in his way before he jumped over them all and threw the ball into the net. He scored a goal.
The whistle blew and Scott suddenly turned around and raised his arms in surprise. Everyone cheered.
"McCall, get over here." Coach ordered. Scott removed his helmet as he ran over to him.
"What in the name of God was that? This is a lacrosse field. Are you trying out for the gymnastics team?" he demanded
"No, Coach." Scott shook his head
"What the hell was that?"
"I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot." Scott admitted
"Well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're starting buddy. You made first line." Coach informed him with a grin. Everyone stood up and cheered from the bleachers.
Stiles and I stood there stunned as Scott grinned, everyone standing up and clapping their hands.
"Stiles, am I the only one who believes something's wrong?" I asked
"No." he confessed "Something's definitely wrong."
I went with Stiles after practice and we went to his house. I sat on the floor next to Stiles as he sat at his desk and immediately turned to his computer. I sat nervously, my leg bouncing up and down.
He started by googling 'lycaon'. In other words the first werewolf.
"Really?" I asked "You're starting to believe that?"
"And you're not?" he asked. I didn't answer, just bit my lip.
"What else happened?"
"I don't know, I saw red eyes. I was bitten on the shoulder, it healed the next day."
"It healed?" Stiles questioned. I held my bare arm out.
"Do you see bandages?" I questioned.
"What else?"
"Scott said the cats went crazy at work when he tried to feed them. He went for a three mile sleep walk last night." I listed "His bite healed."
Stiles just turned back to the screen and continued to read.
'Wolfsbane' was the next word.
I ended up pacing, glancing at the computer every now and then.
This was insane.
Stiles flicked through books, googled words, read and read, discovering little pieces on info. Every now and then he questioned me again.
'Silver bullet' went in the search engine.
Stiles printed pictures.
I was at Stiles' house all night.
I called Scott the next morning. I told him to come to Stiles house and when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Stiles jumped.
He walked towards it, glanced at me and opened it. Scott was grinning from the other side.
"Get in." he ordered before closing the door behind Scott.
"You've gotta see this." he said and walked over to his desk, sitting back down. I bit my lip as I sat on the end of his bed. "I've been up all night. Reading websites, books all this information." Stiles admitted
"How much Adderral have you had today?" Scott wondered
"A lot." Stiles admitted. Scott looked at me.
"None, I haven't been able to sleep." I confessed
"Why?"
"Don't know, probably cause I'm freaking out a little." I confessed.
"Why?" he repeated
"Doesn't matter. Just listen." Stiles interrupted. He grabbed a piece of paper and spun around to face Scott who sat next to me.
"Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?"
"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale—" Stiles admitted. He'd been listening in on his dad again.
"The guy from the woods that we saw the other day,"
"Yeah, but that's not it." Stiles confessed
"What then?" Scott asked, he glanced at me. I didn't say a word.
"Remember the joke the other day? Not a joke anymore." Stiles admitted seriously. Scott looked at him confused.
"The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading and—" Stiles stood up, getting ahead of himself "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?" Scott wondered
"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that mean there's others could have been near by. Maybe a whole pack of them."
"A pack of wolves?" Scott asked
"No. Werewolves." Stiles corrected with a deep breath
"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know, I'm picking Allison up in an hour." Scott asked. He looked at me and I sighed.
"I saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible alright." Stiles admitted.
"You may have been motivated Scott, but you've never been able to do anything like that. You didn't do anything to help that much over the holidays… not that I'm trying to put you down, you did great." I added quickly "But…"
"You're believing this?"
"I was there too remember?" I stood up "And some of this shit's happening to me too. I haven't gone sleep walking or anything yet, but my arm healed in like a day. That's not possible." I confessed "Just like what you did."
"So I made a good shot." Scott made to move passed Stiles.
"No, you made an incredible shot." Stiles placed a hand on Scott's chest and then grabbed his bag, putting it on his bed. "The way you moved — the speed, your reflexes — people can't suddenly do that overnight. And then there's the vision, the senses, and don't think I haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore." Stiles added
"Okay, Dude. I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow." Scott decided
"Tomorrow? What? No. The full moon is tonight. Don't you get it?" Stiles reminded him. I sat there, watching them argue over this. No wonder he wouldn't believe him.
"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I have a date with a girl I can't believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"
"And how do you think everything got so perfect?" I questioned
"Just because you've always had it good doesn't mean the rest of us have. I pushed myself and actually tried."
"Not enough for that." I muttered
"I'm trying to help." Stiles admitted calmer "You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not only that the moon will cause you to physically change, it's also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." he sighed.
"Bloodlust?" Scott asked, calmer too but still not believing it.
"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles admitted
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott confessed. Stiles turned around and grabbed another book.
"You need to hear this. 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse'." Stiles turned back to Scott "Alright." he shut the book. "I've never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date." Stiles moved to grab Scott's phone from his bag, still sitting next to me on the bed.
"You've got to call her right now."
"What are you doing?" Scott asked
"I'm cancelling the date—"
"No!" Scott grabbed Stiles' shirt "Give it to me!" Scott shoved Stiles up against the wall and raised his fist.
I grabbed my brothers shoulders and pulled him back, shoving him to the floor. He hit Stiles' chair on his way down.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" I questioned as I sat on him. He looked up at me. Before suddenly rolling over and pinning me to the ground. I had my hands on his wrist which were on my shoulders before I kicked him and he flew back and hit the wall.
Scott suddenly stood there for two seconds panting while Stiles leaned against the wall and I propped myself up on my elbows.
Scott suddenly seemed to realise what had happened.
"I'm sorry." he muttered. "I have to go… get ready for that party." Scott muttered as he walked away. He grabbed his bag and looked at Stiles.
"I'm sorry." He opened the door and left the room.
I slowly stood up and looked at Stiles.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
He panted a little before nodding. He banged his head on the wall behind him before walking over to the chair.
He stood it up and paused.
"Alice," he muttered, I looked at it and saw three claw marks in the back of the chair. I pursed my lips as Stiles looked at me. He touched my shoulders and I noticed the same rips in my clothes.
"I didn't feel anything." I muttered
"Course not, you're the same."
"I didn't loose my temper over something small." I admitted "Right?" he shook his head.
"But what if you do have the same problem…?" he asked. I didn't know what to say and I sat back down.
"I don't know." was all I could come up with.
What if I did turn out to be some mythical monster? As crazy as that sounded. What if I turned around and went out of control?
What if I gained a bloodlust like Stiles said? I looked up at him as he watched me, worried. Stiles was the closets person to me. If I did end up going crazy…
I started to freak out.
And what about Scott? Surrounded by all those people? What if he started clawing all their throats out? If the chair was any indication to what Stiles believed, then…
And what if I had the same problem? What if I ended up clawing someone's throat out too?
Stiles was the closest to me. Stiles would be the first one.
My eyes welled up and Stiles kneeled down in front of me.
"Hey," he said "Hey, it's alright."
"It's not alright." I disagreed "What if I turn into some monster?" I questioned, crying. "What if I hurt someone? Or…" I sobbed.
"Hey, hey." he placed his hands on my cheeks. "You'll be alright, we'll think of something." he assured "But remember, your heart rate." he said.
Shit I was freaking out and my heart was pounding against my chest. What if I lost it there?
Naturally that didn't help and I just worried more.
"Hey, look at me. Concentrate on something else." he ordered.
"What?"
"Anything?" He said quickly "Distract yourself." I bit my lip. "Start with a deep breath." he suggested. I took a staggered breath, then another.
It wasn't really helping. I closed my eyes and took another breath, trying to calm down.
Then I heard a thumping. It staggered, worried.
It was Stiles' heart.
I took another deep breath and listened. My breathing evened out and listened to more.
I could hear a dog running around someone's yard. A car down the road. Someone fretting over the party tonight. Stiles' neighbours as they walked around their houses.
And then someone else.
I opened my eyes, Stiles was still watching me. I turned to the window and Stiles' moved his hands as I stood up.
I walked to the window and looked out in time to see Derek Hale disappear down the street.
"What?" Stiles asked standing next to me.
"Derek…" I muttered
"Hale?" he sounded surprised. I looked at him and nodded.
"He was watching your house."
"Well that's not at all creepy." Stiles sighed. "How'd you do that by the way?" I looked at him and wiped my wet cheeks. "Calm down." he emphasised
"I listened." I answered
"To what?" he wondered
"Everything." I confessed "You're heart for one." I poked his chest.
"Does that make you want to kill me?" he worried, his heart rate sped up.
"No." I said a little annoyed. "It distracted me. Stopped me freaking out." I muttered
"And it's all well and fine telling me to calm down but you're no better off then I was." I confessed crossing my arms.
"Well my best friend is about to go crazy and kill a party full of people while I'm standing in a room alone with his sister who might potentially kill me." Stiles admitted. I covered my ears and shook my head walking away from him. I didn't need reminding.
"I don't want that." I muttered. I looked back at him "We have to do something."
"Alright well…" Stiles walked over and sat back at his computer. He started searching stuff. I sat on his bed, knees to my chest and took deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
"Can we lock me up?" I questioned
"Oh and where?"
"Don't you have a basement?" I wondered
"Not with a lock to keep you in." he admitted.
I heaved a heavy shaky sigh and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on something else, anything else.
I listened to Stiles typing and clicking.
"What if I go home?" I asked
"Why?"
"There's no one there and it's on the edge of the wood. If I run off…"
"And find someone to kill." Stiles reminded me.
"Trying to forget that part Stiles!" I grumbled annoyed.
"Right, sorry." he muttered, looking at me suddenly.
"What about Scott?" I questioned, Stiles stopped and looked at me. "He's the one who raged at you and sliced your chair." I reminded him.
"And he's at a party full of people." Stiles muttered.
I stood up and walked to the door. Stiles stood in front of me
"Woah, where are you going?"
"I'm going home. You have to find Scott."
"You can't be alone."
"Alone's better then being surrounded by people Stiles." I reminded him worried. He looked at me for a while before he groaned and grabbed his jacket and keys.
"I'll drive you home."
"Thanks Stiles." I smiled.
We got in the jeep and Stiles drove first to my house. I jumped out, and then realised the hose wasn't empty.
"Oh god." I muttered
"What?" Stiles asked, "Is it the moon? Are you feeling the urge to kill? Or maim?" he rushed out
"Mom's home." I said "I can't stay here with her in the house." I confessed worried "Now what?!" Stiles just stared at me thinking. I looked around, completely freaking out.
"Do you own some sort of chain?" Stiles wondered, I gave him a hard look. "No, okay." he muttered
"Okay, come on." he ordered, indicating for me to get back in the car.
"Stiles." I disagreed. He annoying got out of the car. I turned around and walked up to my house.
"I'm not going to that party." I said strongly "I'm going to lock myself in my room." I decided
"That's not going to hold you. What about your mom?" he questioned. I bit my lip and just kept walking into the house.
"I'll be fine. Call me if something happens to Scott." I ordered and I shut the front door.
"Alice," my mother walked around the corner.
"Hey mom." I said before walking up the stairs.
"Aren't you going to that party?" she asked me, calling up the stairs.
"Didn't feel like it." I called back before entering my room and shutting the door. I grabbed my chair and shoved it under the door knob before closing my window in both my room and the bathroom. I sat down on my bed and just hugged my knees.
I had no fricken clue what to do. All I thought was to sit here and concentrate on anything else.
I closed my eyes and listened to the heating in the house, I listened to the wind through the trees. My mother down stairs tinkering around. The music I could hear from the party miles away.
I heard my mother move to her room. I kept my head buried in my knees as I held myself together, worrying more and more as the minutes ticked by.
I didn't know when this would start, I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know how it worked. I just knew I was frightened and had no idea what to do!
How do you cope with something like this? I was already a teenager. Wasn't high school bad enough? Why did I have to believe I was some werewolf!
And my brother was possibly one too and out with a girl at a party full of people! What if someone got hurt? What if something did happen and everyone saw it? What if all my classmates ended up dead?
I shook my head and hugged my knees tighter. I couldn't think like that. This was all just a mad nightmare. I was going to wake up and it'll be the first day of school, none of this would have happened.
It can't have happened.
It can't have happened.
It's not happening. I'm gong to wake up in the morning and either everything will be a dream or we'll all laugh at how stupid we were to believe werewolves existed. And I'm going to kill Stiles for making me freak out like this.
I jumped when my phone suddenly started ringing. I suddenly noticed it was dark, how long had I been sitting here?
I moved to my bag slowly and found my phone. It was Stiles.
"Hey?" I answered
"Are you alright?" he demanded
"I'm fine." I sniffed "Other then the fact that I'm freaking out of my mind!" I added "What's wrong?" I wondered
"Scott just left."
"Left?"
"He looked… like something was wrong, he was staggering around and couldn't stand up straight." Stiles listed "He looked like he was in pain, or sick of something I don't know."
"Where is he?"
"He got in his car and drove off."
"Stiles I thought you were going to watch him?" I asked
"I was, but…" Stiles heaved a deep breath.
"Do you know where he went?"
"I don't know. No." Stiles answered "Home maybe."
I turned to look out my window at the dark sky and listened to something other then the party music in the background behind Stiles.
I could hear the mother's car engine. Coming this way.
"I think you're right." I muttered
"Great, two werewolves in one house."
"But Stiles… nothing's wrong with me." I muttered, suddenly realising that my brother was acting strange and I wasn't.
"You're not feeling the urge to maim or kill or run through the woods looking for deer?"
"Why would I go looking for deer?" I questioned
"I don't know, don't wolves eat deer?"
"I don't know Stiles." I muttered "Probably."
"And werewolves eat people. So…"
"No Stiles I don't feel the urge to kill anyone."
"You sure."
"I answered the phone yes I'm sure. If I was in some sort of…" I couldn't think of the word "…transformation," I went with "I'm pretty sure I would have been in too much pain to answer it… or something."
"So Scott's run off and left Allison while you're sitting at home…"
"Cowering. Waiting for something to happen." I admitted. I heard a car pull up outside the house and then the door open and close.
"Scott's here." I said as the front door opened
"Wait, Alice!" I hung up on him and opened my bedroom door Scott came running up the stairs, staggering, to his bedroom.
"Scott." I said and walked towards him as he flung his bedroom door open. I went to follow when he shut the door in my face.
Now I knew how Stiles felt.
"Scott." I knocked on the door, but silently so that I wouldn't wake my mother.
"Scott, open the door." I turned the door knob, but he was holding on to it. I waited for a minute or so before I heard him move from the door and to his bathroom.
The shower turned on.
I turned the handle and walked through the room to the bathroom. Scott was sitting in the bath, his pants still on, as the water ran over from, drenching him through.
"Scott." I kneeled next to the bath "What's wrong?" I asked
He didn't answer. He sat with his head bowed before his face scrunched up and he grabbed his hair.
He began to run his fingers through his hair, grabbing the edge of the bath.
"Scott." I didn't know what to do. He covered his face and his breathing was harsh.
He looked at me and I saw agony in his face. I bit my lip. What was happening?
He looked at his hands on the edge of the bath and raised them to look.
The two of us watched as his nails turned to claws and grew out if his fingers. Scott looked at me freaked. I stared at him, my mouth open. I stood up and grabbed his arm, helping him out of the bath and turned the water off. He walked to the mirror and looked as his incisors suddenly grew into fangs.
His eyes suddenly turned yellow.
"Scott, it's gonna be alright."
"Get out," he muttered
"I'm not leaving." I disagreed. There was a knock on the door.
"Go away." Scott muttered
"Scott it's me." Stiles sounded.
"Stiles." I muttered and moved to the door. I went to turn the handle when Scott leaned on the door.
Stiles opened it a crack but couldn't push it open anymore as Scott wouldn't let him.
"Let me in Scott." Stiles ordered
"Scott." I said
"I can help." Stiles admitted
"No. Listen, you gotta find Allison."
"She's fine. Alright. I saw her get a ride from the party. She's — She's perfectly fine. Alright." Stiles stammered.
"Scott open the door." I muttered, I couldn't get a hold of the handle as Scott was holding on to it as he leaned on the door.
"No, I think I know who it is." Scott confessed. I looked at him shocked.
"What? Scott."
"Who— Just let me in and we can talk—" Stiles said.
"It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one who killed the girl in the woods." Scott stumbled out. I looked at him shocked before looking at Stiles through the crack in the door. He looked shocked.
"Scott… Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party." Stiles admitted. There was silence before Scott slammed the door shut on Stiles. He pushed me back and I hit his desk.
"Scott!" Stiles hit the door. Scott turned to the window and leapt out it, then off the roof. I ran to the window to see him land on the ground and hit a pot hole full of water.
He looked up at the sky and a roar left his stomach. I stared down at him, his ears were pointed his incisors sharp and his eyes glowing yellow.
Scott didn't even turn around as he ran off down the driveway and into the trees.
I turned to the door and opened it, Stiles stumbled in.
"He just jumped out a second story window!" I said
"Where'd he go?"
"The trees." I pointed to the open window.
"You let him leave?" Stiles asked, and then he paused. "Wait why aren't you running off and howling at the moon too?"
I looked at my nails and hands
"Um…" I muttered
"How come you both got bitten by a werewolf and yet only Scott changed?" Stiles continued
"Um…"
Why wasn't I acting like Scott? Shouldn't I have been? Wasn't that how it worked? My senses had increased, my wounds had healed.
I shook my head.
"Let's worry about it later. We need to find Scott." I said
"How?" Stiles asked "He's in the middle of the woods." he reminded me, his hand pointing to the window before he sighed.
"I'll find him." I decided and I turned to the door.
"What? Wait!" Stiles walked past me "How are you going to do that?" he questioned
"I'm… going to use my nose." I decided
"What?"
"I may not have changed into some bloodthirsty animal, but I still have better senses. I'll find him." I assured him as I opened the door.
"How are you going to catch him?"
"I'm going to shout." I decided with a deep breath. "Go to Allison's house, see if she's there."
"But…" he tried to argue.
"Stiles." I stopped and turned to him. He stopped short. "Just… listen." I said before I jumped down the stairs and walked after my brother.
I eventually broke into a run through the trees, I listened beyond my footsteps and hear someone else running. Most likely Scott. I could smell him too… he was diluted with water but it was Scott. It was his cologne.
"Scott!" I called.
No answer surprisingly.
I stopped and listened. He was moving further away… fast.
"God." I muttered. I just hoped what ever had been out here the other night, wasn't here now.
I started running again, the trees flashed past me. I didn't know what direction I was going in or how deep I was but I just kept going, trying to find my brother.
"Where is she?" I stopped. It was Scott's voice.
"Scott…" I muttered
"She's safe, from you." a voice answered. I stood still for a second, not moving.
I suddenly hear movement and Scott rolled down a small hill. The leaves rustled under them.
"What did you do with her?" Scott questioned
"Shh. Quiet." Scott was talking to Derek…
I heard more footsteps. I very quietly moved from my spot towards were I heard my brother.
I spotted him, he was leaning against a tree, Derek standing over him, his hand on Scott's chest as he looked around the trees.
I walked towards them and Derek's head snapped to look at me as I crouched next to Scott.
"Scott, are you alright?" I questioned
"What are you doing here?" Derek demanded
"Looking for my brother, what does it look like?" I hissed quietly.
"How did you find me?" Scott questioned, I opened my mouth to answer when I heard more footsteps and looked up. Derek heard it too.
"Too late." Derek took a deep breath
"For what?" I demanded.
"They're already here, run." Derek ordered and he stood up and did just that.
"Derek." I hissed. He just kept going.
"Scott." I grabbed his arm, dragging him to his feet.
We turned and ran before something shot past us. I ducked and it hit the trees, light sparked out of it like a tiny explosion. I shielded my eyes and blinked annoyed.
My vision blurred and Scott thrusted his head around.
Another arrow came flying towards us, I heard it whistle through the air and then there was a cry. Scott shouted and I turned to see the arrow had gone right through his arm.
I looked up as my eyes cleared and saw three people appear a little ways off. The one in front was holding a cross bow, pointed right at us.
He lowered the cross bow and walked forwards towards us. I heard Derek slide to his knees not far off. I glanced to the side as the head man spoke.
"Take them." he ordered. I saw Derek suddenly run past and throw one of the men backwards. The other two turned around and I turned to Scott. The arrow had gone right through his arm and had pinned him to the tree.
"Oh god." I muttered. The second men went flying and hit a tree with a loud crunch. I turned to Scott.
"I'm sorry." I said before I grabbed the arrow and pulled it out of his arm. Scott gasped and grabbed his arm, covering the wound.
Derek ran up to us and grabbed Scott's shoulder before pulling him away. I followed.
We ran until Scott collapsed to the ground and held the tree next to him for support.
"Scott." I sat down and looked at his arm, there was blood everywhere. Derek stood behind us and looked around.
I looked at Scott, his face was normal again, his eyes weren't glowing and his teeth were normal, the pointed ears were gone as well as the sudden facial hair. He leaned against the tree panting while I looked up at Derek. He was suddenly in my face, his hand on my chin. His eyes flickered from one of mine to the other.
"What?" I questioned. He looked confused before looking at Scott.
"Who were they?" Scott suddenly asked and Derek released my face.
"Hunters." Derek answered "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."
"Us?" Scott questioned. He slowly stood up and leaned against the tree. "You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott blamed. I stood up slowly, looking between the two.
"Is it really so bad Scott?" Derek conferred "That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster then any human could ever hope."
"Does the good out way the bad?" I wondered.
"You've been given something that most people would kill for." Derek continued "The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it." Scott said through clenched teeth.
"You will." Derek confessed "And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it." He leaned forwards and placed a hand on Scott's shoulder "So you and me Scott, we're brothers now."
I cleared my throat.
"He was my brother first." I admitted
"Good." Derek said, I looked at him confused "We can figure out what you are." I narrowed my eyes in confusion.
"I'm sorry, what?" I wondered
"You were bitten too right?" he asked
"Yeah…"
"And yet you're not changing." Derek admitted
"And you have an explanation for that?" I crossed my arms.
"You're eyes." he pointed. I kept looking at him the same way.
"When you were attacked by that flash arrow, they turned violet." My expression stayed.
"I'm sorry, what?" I repeated. He just looked me over.
And then, he took a step back, and left.
"Hey!" I called. But he didn't bother waiting.
I looked at Scott as he held his wounded arm.
Violet eyes…
I helped Scott to his feet and we started walking. Unfortunately we had ran quite a way away from the town and it wasn't until light broke that we finally found a road.
"You alright?" I asked as Scott hung onto his arm.
He was just taking deep breaths. I had an arm around him as I guided him.
I stopped as the sound of a car engine came closer and turned around. It was Stiles' Jeep.
"Scott." I muttered, he stopped and turned to look at Stiles' car. He stopped next to us.
I got in the back and Scott got in the front, Stiles handed him his jacket and began to drive us home.
We sat in silence for a while, Stiles kept shooting glances at Scott and me.
"You know what worries me the most?" Scott finally asked
"If you say Allison," Stiles began "I'm going to punch you in the head." he threatened
"You'll probably feel it more then he will." I muttered.
"She probably hates me now." Scott complained
"I doubt that." Stiles sighed "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness that you're a fricken werewolf." Scott turned to look at him.
"Okay, bad idea." Stiles muttered
"Stiles I think an apology will have a better outcome." I confessed
"What happened with you?" Stiles asked, turning slightly to look at me.
"Nothing." I confessed "No pain, no 'transformation'… just…"
"Just what?"
"Derek." I muttered confused "He said something about me having violet eyes."
"Violet eyes?" Stiles questioned
"Scott's were yellow." I defended
"Yellow?" he said looking at him.
Scott sighed and leaned on the window again. Stiles looked at me and I shrugged.
"Hey we'll get through this." Stiles assured him, patting his shoulder. "Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice." he said.
"Live mice?" I questioned.
"I had a boa once, I could do it." Stiles nodded. Scott turned to look at him. He then chuckled and shook his head, causing Stiles and I to smirk.
"So," Stiles said after a few minutes "You're a yellow eyed werewolf." he said to Scott "And you're some… purple eyed… freak?" I punched his arm.
"Ow!" He complained
"No more a freak then you Stiles." I mumbled
"Well you've got all the all the other characteristics of a werewolf, only you're not effected but the full moon."
"Thanks for pointing that out." I sighed "I had noticed. Oh and thanks for freaking me out last night."
"What?" Stiles questioned
"With all your werewolf stuff, you freaked the crap out of me." I confessed "And it turned out I didn't need to worry about me…"
"Just Scott." Stiles finished. Scott sighed.
"Yeah… just Scott." I muttered
"Except for the purple eye thing." Stiles pointed to his eyes. I rolled my own and then remembered something.
"What if mom finds out?" I muttered
"You can't tell her!" Scott shot.
"Are you stupid, of course I wont." I said seriously "But that doesn't mean she might not notice anything. I think becoming a teen werewolf might have a few consequences. Like physical consequences, and she's your mother, she'll notice." I admitted
"Well, you'll just have to… not let her notice." Stiles shrugged
"Easier said then done Stiles." I muttered. "Especially if Scott's going to go out of control once a month."
"Can we not think about that?" Scott wondered
"How can you not think about it?" I asked "You could kill someone."
"I didn't last night."
"No you were almost killed yourself instead." I added
"Why don't we worry about you, seeing as you're some mysteries purple eyes monster." Scott thought
"I haven't gone on a rampage, I'm not counted as a monster yet."
"You were bitten by one." Scott mumbled
"So?" I asked "That doesn't make me one."
"Alright shut up the pair of you." Stiles decided
"You're one to talk." I admitted. He sighed.
"Let's just get you two home before your mother freaks out."
"You're dad will be just as bad, you've been looking for us all night." I reminded him
"All night?" Scott asked
"He's still wearing the same clothes Scott." I sighed, Scott looked between us. "But you didn't notice." I realised "Course not."
We reached our house and Scott and I ran in before changing, I had a quick shower, and quickly got back into Stiles' jeep after we bandaged Scott's arm. Stiles then drove to his house.
We waited for him, though he only took a few minutes, and moved off to school.
"Thought of an excuse?" I asked Scott
"Thought I wouldn't give one, just, ask her to trust me." Scott sighed
"Trust a guy she's never met." I muttered
"Never know, might work." Stiles shrugged
"If she's into him." I nodded with a smile.
"Do… do you think…" Scott asked
"She's the one who smiles every time she sees you." I shrugged. Scott looked at me and a smile broke out on his own face.
Stiles sighed.
"Who's the nerd by association now?" I asked him.
"Shut up." he muttered.
Hey Guys,
Thanks for reading this by the way. I love to hear what people say.
I have this entire season done and I'm up to episode seven in season 2. Hopefully I'll finish it.
But Exams are fast approaching so Season 3 may be on hold for a while.
If you find any mistakes please tell me so that I can correct them
Thank you :)