Teen Wolf: Bones

Ch.2

WARNING: This is a Yaoi (Boy X Boy Love), some Yuri (Girl X Girl Love). Don't like? Don't read! Swearing, Violence, Blood, Gore,

Fog surrounded Stiles as he ran. Dead trees circled him. Each tree looked the same. They all seemed to be laughing at him. Daring him, mocking him. Fear flooded Stiles as he listened to the screams. Each scream was distinct. Each scream belonged to someone he cared for. "Dad?" There was no answer. The screaming stopped. "Scott?"

Stiles ran further, the fog got thicker; he could barely make out the trees anymore. "Allison? Mrs. McCall? Danny? LYDIA? Peter? Ethan? Isaac?" Stiles eyes were wide and his pupils were going from dilated to pinpoints and back again from fear. Swallowing thickly Stiles came to a clearing. He whipped his body around trying to find a way out. Sticks snapping echoed around him. Leaves rustled. A blood red moon shone down on him as the fog thinned. On each tree facing the clearing hung a body. A branch through the heart. Blood dripped down to the slicked ground. Their mouths were wide open in fear-filled and pain-filled screams. Each tree held someone close to him. Peter. Ethan. Isaac. Danny. Scott. Allison. Lydia. Mrs. McCall. His Dad. Each had their throats ripped open. Long knife wounds ran down their sides. Their intestines and organs were ripped from their bodies and spilt on the ground in front of them. Stiles reached out to them and saw his hands. They were red with blood. Stiles looked at himself, he was covered in blood. On the ground by him was the knife used to cut them up. Stiles paled. "No. No. No-No-No-No-No NO!"

Stiles fell to his knees screaming. He had killed them. "Why?"

He froze. He didn't know that voice. It sounded in pain, yet comforting somehow. Stiles turned around to see Derek, branch stabbed through his heart, guts on the ground. Seeing him like that made Stiles blood freeze. When Stiles voice came out of his throat it was so tiny, and scared. "Derek?"

Dark chuckling filled the air and Stiles was scared that if he moved he'd find it coming from him. It wasn't though. A brunette with a touch of blonde came out from behind the tree that Derek was hanging off of. She looked at Stiles like a Tiger would its prey. 'Kate.' She came forward, closer to him. He moved backwards. Always keeping his eyes on Kate. He stopped when he felt the sharp tip of an empty tree branch. Stiles was so pale he looked like a ghost almost. He could have laughed at the irony. In a minute or two he would be a ghost. "Sti—" "Thank you Stiles." Kate smiled. "I couldn't have done any of this without you my little puppet."

"—les."

"NO!" Kate brought the knife up and down on Stiles. Sloppily stabbing his body, laughing crazily the whole time.

"DIE!"

"Sti—"

Blood splattered Kate and Stiles.

"—les!"

Stiles screams echoed in the night air.

"STILES WAKE UP! STILES!" Hands jerked Stiles body back and forth as Stiles eyes flew open and he let loose a shriek. He grabbed his knife from his pocket and stabbed the person. Fear and adrenalin flooded his body as he fought off who-ever was holding him. Sleep left his eyes and he could clearly see who was holding him. Scott was holding him. Isaac whimpered and cowered in a corner away from them. Derek looked on, surprised at the outburst, and the violent reaction. Stiles saw the wound on Scott's shoulder and looked at the bloody knife in his hand.

"No." He whispered. So quietly that the Werewolves almost couldn't hear him. Then he began whimpering. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean too! I swear! No! No-No-No-No-No NO! I'M SORRY!"

Derek's wolf howled at him to go and comfort the terror-stricken boy. Derek growled at his wolf, 'Shut up.' 'Go comfort our mate!' 'NO!' Derek watched as Stiles began to not breathe and rock back and forth, pressing himself into the corner of the couch. Scott knew what was happening. Stiles was having a panic attack. He hugged his best friend and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, and told him to breathe until he calmed down. Once Stiles had calmed down he looked at the blood stain on Scott's shirt. Reaching out he lightly touched the hole in the shirt. "Hey, it's okay. See it's already healed. I'm okay, I'm fine."

"But what if I had grabbed my other knife! You'd be in so much pain. Thank God I thought you were Kate." Scott and Derek froze. Stiles immediately knew that he had said too much. 'Curse not having a filter!'

"Kate?" Derek growled out. Scott stayed tense. "You know Kate?"

"I-I may have ran into her on a few of the supernatural outings I've had with Scott and a few others. I seem to be her favorite toy to play with even with Werewolves around me. Every time I see her she toys with my brain. It doesn't help that my over-active brain takes all of her games to the next level." Stiles runs a hand through his unruly hair.

"How long?" Stiles looks at Scott.

"What?" Scott frowns at him.

"How long have been having these nightmares?" Stiles eyes glaze over in remembering. He frowns and chuckles darkly before getting up and washing off his knife. Scott and everyone else in the room continue to stare at him until he answers. Derek thinks to himself as his wolf growls. 'She knows. She knows he's my mate. She's going to use him to get to me.' 'Smart girl. Too bad that's a very dangerous thing to do. Put an Alpha's mate in danger.' 'Agreed.'

"Too damn long." Scott glares at his friend. Stiles bows his head and sighs. "Ever since we first met her."

"EVER SIN—Stiles! That was nearly a year ago! Why didn't you tell anybody?" Scott walked up to him, frowned at the look Derek was giving him, and kept his distance.

"Like I could. You guys would worry about me more than you already do. I don't need anyone to do that. Especially not my dad." Stiles hand runs through his hair again. "Come here, Pup." Isaac gets off of the floor and walks to Stiles, whimpering the entire way. Stiles hugs him and rocks him back and forth as Isaac scents him and makes sure he's not physically hurt. "It's okay, Pup, it was just a bad dream. Sandy will come and give me better dreams tonight. I promise."

"Sandy?" Derek asks Scott lowly. Scott whispers back.

"Stiles still believes in the Guardians. You know, North, Jack Frost, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and the sandman, or sandy. He also believes in the nightmare king. He's the one that gives everyone nightmares. At least that's what Stiles believes. OW!"

"They are too real. If Werewolves, Fairies, and Witches are real, why not the Guardians?" Stiles says as Scott rubs his head in the spot that Stiles had hit. Isaac covers his mouth to keep the snickers from escaping. Derek's mouth twitches into a smile before pulling back down into his usual scowl. "You just can't see them because you don't believe in them."

"Whatever Stiles." Scott yelps as his nose turn blue and frost covers it. Stiles and Isaac laugh at his expression as he looks around and checks the thermostat.

"Nice one Jacks!" Derek looks at the two thoroughly confused as they both high-five thin air. Stiles looks at Jack Frost as he too, laughs at their friend's reaction.

"Maybe someday he'll finally believe you!" Jack told Stiles as he flew away.

"Yup, maybe someday."