DISCLAIMER: As you've probably guessed, I'm not Jeff Davis and therefore don't own Teen Wolf (unfortunately). So I don't own Scott, Stiles, Derek, Liam, and everyone else who I'm too lazy to write. I do own Autumn and Lottie though, so don't steal 'em :)
My entire body is racked with nerves as I, for the tenth time in the past minute, look up through the window to where the full moon is concealed by the clouds. I can feel a foreign energy enter me, the power of the moon slowly filling me up. It's stronger than it's been for the past two months, and not as strange feeling. My fingers lightly brush across the chains in the backpack; my chains.
Lottie stands beside me, a reassuring smile on her face. Being a hunter, she's never had to deal with any strange feelings other than instinct. "You'll be fine," she says, gripping my hand briefly. "You've nearly got the hang of it now."
"Yeah," I say softly, no feeling in my answer. My sensitive hearing picks up the noise of a car, Kira's car to be exact. "They're here," I mutter, loud enough so everyone other than Stiles and Lydia can hear.
The door swings open, Liam and a very guilty Kira standing there. Stiles waves awkwardly, making Liam turn to leave. Kira shuts the door, blocking it with her small frame. "Sorry," she says, clearly meaning it.
"What the hell's this?" Liam demands, taking one step towards us.
"Think of it as an intervention," Stiles says. "You have a problem, Liam."
"And we're the only ones who can help," Scott says. Liam crosses his arms, but doesn't interupt Scott as he explains the supernatural's in the room.
When he finally finishes, Liam starts to speak. "So, werewolves?" he asks, pointing to Scott and me, so we both smile. "Werecoyote?" Malia nods. "Banshee?" Lydia nods. "Werewolf hunter?" Lottie shrugs in a 'more or less' way. "Fox?"
"Kitsune," Kira corrects him. "But... fox works."
Liam turns back to the rest of us. "What are you?" he asks Stiles.
"Ah, for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit," Stiles answers without his usual level of sarcasm. "It was very evil."
"What are you now?" Liam asks.
"Uh, better," Stiles says, but it comes out as more of a question.
Liam notices the chains on the table. "Those for me?"
"No, they're for Malia and I," I answer. Malia flashes her electric blue eyes quickly, making Liam take a step back in fear.
"H-how did you do that?" he asks her.
"You'll learn," Scott says. "But first you need to get through the full moon."
"Well the moon's already out," Liam says, now looking angry.
"And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?" Scott says. I don't know about him, but I sure as shit can. There's a wolf inside me and she wants to be let out of her cage.
I pat my best friend's arm lightly. "Lottie," I mutter. She turns to me, ignoring everyone else. I can feel my eyes flashing between brown and yellow, signalling Lottie to get my chains from the table. I can faintly hear a couple dozen cars, but the wolf wants to zone that out, so I do. Lottie leads me to the basement, to the half I stay at.
She sits me down on the floor and quickly starts to attach the chains to the wall. I can feel my fangs growing, my claws coming out and my eyes settling on just yellow. A chain is attached to my left wrist, Lottie tightening it until it can't be tightened anymore.
A low growl comes from the other side of the room where I suppose Malia is chained up. As Lottie attaches the other chain to my right wrist, I can hear Malia telling Stiles to leave. In my first full moon, I tried to get Lottie to leave, but she swore she would never leave me during transformation's until I learnt to control it.
The wolf inside me wants to kill something, anything, and I let her take over. She lashes forward and claws at open air, Lottie a few feet away. "Lottie..." I say, trying to force the words out. "Go."
"We've had this discussion before," she reminds me, leaning against a beam. "I'm not leaving until you learn to control it and that's that. You'll have to kill me to get me to leave."
"But what if I do kill you?" I ask, lashing against the chains.
"Then you'd better learn control," she replies, sinking to the floor a short distance away from me. I continue to try and run forward, feeling the leather wrapped around my wrists thread by thread come undone. One more full moon, at most, and I'll be trying to murder the entire population of Beacon Hills.
I can hear music from upstairs, that stupid music most teenagers love to listen to. I growl at the ceiling and make it my new target, trying to climb the walls and claw my way upwards so I can destroy the music. I make heaps of new marks on the walls, but right now I don't care. All I care about is killing that damn music.
But then I hear different music, music I like. Contempory music, coming from Lottie's phone. My head whips around to face her. She's still sitting on the floor, smiling with her eyes closed as her head sways from side to side. I stop trying to attack the ceiling. In fact, I stop trying to attack anything. Instead I lean against the wall, focusing on nothing but the music.
For hours, I listen to Lottie's music and her singing along to the words. By the time the moon disappears, I'm exhausted. But the wolf gradually became easier to contain.
"I reckon you've only got one more moon like this," Lottie says with a hopeful smile as she carefully takes off my chains. It's only then I notice we're alone.
"Where's Malia?" I ask.
"She learnt control," she says cheerfully, but then her smile fades. "I can't exactly say the same for Liam, though."
"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my sore wrists gently.
"Well, Kira managed to knock him out and her and Scott tied him to a post with chains. But when he came to, he managed to rip them to shreds within seconds," she explains.
"Shit," I mutter. It's taken me three full moon's to just wear down my chains. "Where is he now?"
"Dad came back from France," she says happily. "He saved Scott's ass."
I hug her tightly. "That's great," I say. "Thanks for the music."
"I know how much you hate pop," she says with a Lottie grin as she releases me.
We walk upstairs, me using the walls to support my weak and shaking limbs. The party has ended, but you can tell there was one. Plastic cups are literally everywhere, furniture and possessions out of place and something that looks a lot like vomit. Not to mention the fact that Kira's curled up in a ball on an armchair, asleep, Lydia's sleeping on the couch in a very uncomfortable looking position and, Stiles and Malia are a tangled mess on the floor.
A phone beeps, Stiles', signalling a text from someone. About the millionth one by the looks of it.
"What's the time?" I ask Lottie.
She shrugs. "About six in the morning," she replies. "They probably fell asleep four or so hours ago."
I smile at her, my eyes saying what my mouth can't. She grins and nods. I lift up my fingers to signal the countdown. Three... two... one.
We both scream at the top of our lungs, nearly shattering our eardrums. Combined, we can scream louder than Lydia. All four of them bolt awake, all staring frantically around. Kira fables around on the floor for her katana that's not there and Malia's eyes flash blue as her claws flick out.
"Don't do that!" Stiles shouts, scrambling up from the floor.
"Don't do what?" I ask innocently, high giving my best friend.
A/N:
Wow, that was fast, wasn't it. New chapter in under a week. I'm pretty impressed with myself.
I hope you liked this boring chapter where literally nothing happened. Man I hate fillers so much...
The next update won't be soon as I'll be on holiday. But I promise I'll update before February. Please stick around till then.
3 Jaime
