I love the responses I got so far! I literally love how some saw what I was doing. Makes me think that we're on the same wave length.
ADG888 – Thank you and there will be a lot to come.
Eric M – I'm glad you like Sam and I was planning on making him the ideal warlock, of course flaws and all. I need to establish his place in this fanfiction.
*(Chapter 2)*
I sat in my room staring down at my clawed arm before taking a picture of them with my phone. After placing the phone on the desk, I began to wrap the bandages around all three marks on my arm; they were healing but after finding out that Scott's bite had healed completely left me wondering how, not to mention the other things he mentioned.
My mind turned back to when I touched Derek and shivered, I couldn't understand why I could still hear the echoing scream ringing inside my head, I don't understand how I saw it and those numbers, I don't know what those numbers meant or why I couldn't stop thinking about them. 06-29-05, it was a date but it held no significance to me.
My grandmother had left out to go shopping after I came home from my little adventure back into the reserved with Scott and Stiles. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't tell her what happened when I touched Derek Hale, I wonder if that was some kind of clairvoyant thing.
I heard the front door squeak as it opened and closed, I finished bandaging my arm and pulled on my black long sleeved shirt. I walked out of my room and down the hall before descending the stairs, I saw my grandmother shedding her jacket with several papers bags on the ground. I'm not sure but I swear I saw them move.
"Grandma." I said walking down the stairs. "I-"
"Sammy, great," she said looking up at me. "Pick up these bags and take them into the kitchen, I have frozen foods." She said waving her hands in the directions as the bags.
I nodded as she picked up two bags; I gathered the other five in my arms and stumbled forward into the kitchen. I quickly dropped the bags onto the island while my grandmother began to stack boxes in the cabinets. I sat in the seat behind the island. "Grandma-"
"I also want to tell you that I invited Melissa and the Sheriff to dinner next week so I suggest you invite over some of your other friends to come eat." She said interrupting me once again. I opened my mouth. "You know I have Natalie Martin's phone number, I could give her a call, I remember when I babysat her when she was younger, and it's obvious who Lydia got her looks from."
"Yeah, that's cool and all, I'll see what everyone is doing but I really-"
"Oh and you need to call your father." I faltered and watched as she finished stacking the food in the cabinets before turning around to face me. "Sam?"
I shook my head; I had to have heard her wrong. "I'm sorry; I think I heard you say that-"
"Your father, he called the house and wanted to talk to him, and I told him you'd call him back, I know what you're going to-"
I stood from my seat knocking it to the ground. "Why the hell would I want to talk to him?" I demanded heatedly.
"Dreux Samuel Mellal!" she exclaimed fiercely. "You watch your mouth; I am not one of your little friends you can raise your voice at."
"No, you're just the mother of the man who abandoned me to live his life while ruining mine, I love how you make decisions for me but I won't be calling him back." I stated.
"You can't continue to hold such hostility to your father."
"The last time I let that bastard back into my life we ended up in the car in the Beacon Hills Lake," I narrowed my eyes at her. "What? You want him to actually kill me this time?"
"Samuel!"
"What?!" I exclaimed. "Why would I want to see him? I've lived the last fourteen years of my life without either of them and I can live the next two years until I go off to college!"
My grandmother rounded the island and snatched my chin in her hands so that I was looking directly into her eyes. "I suppose you calm down and lower your voice right now." She ordered, I gulped down the urge to snap at her. "I know you're angry, angry beyond reason with both of them, so I wasn't going to press the issue, I just told him that to keep him from adding to my phone bill."
I felt my eyes water a little frustrated and I open my mouth to apologize but my grandmother placed a finger over my lips before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her; I think my body was shaking. "I know, I know." She muttered patting my back.
I shook my head. "Something weird happened today, grandma." I whispered, she pulled back but didn't release me from her arms and raised her brow. I took that as a sign to continue. "I touched someone today and…I don't know how to explain it other than to say I had a vision or something."
Her green eyes flashed with something I couldn't place but the look was gone. "Explain to me exactly what happened." She ordered.
I gulped down deciding that I wouldn't mention what happened with Scott or Derek. "Well, I touched some guy and then I saw images in my head, I saw a burning house and I could…I could hear them inside." I muttered thinking back. "I could hear them trying to escape, screaming for help and screaming as the fire burned them."
Grandma stared at me for a moment before taking a step back, her right hand dropped from around me while her left hand moved. It landed right above my scar marks, her green eyes sharpened. "What happened?" she demanded.
"I just told-"
"What happened?" she repeated, her tone sent shivers down my spine and her piercing gaze threatened to turn me into stone.
"Scott, Stiles and I snuck out into the reserves yesterday." I revealed, her eyes narrowed in anger so I quickly held my hands up in surrender. "I know it was wrong and I shouldn't have let Stiles talk me into it-"
"I'm sure you needed a lot of convincing." She said sarcastically shooting me a look, it made me feel like I was naked before her very eyes. Gross.
I shrugged chuckling nervously. "Well, Stiles dad was there and he caught him."
"But not you and Scott."
"Right." I agreed. "We were leaving when we stumbled across the dead body of the girl that was killed." I watched as her features softened but I didn't comment. "We ended up down the hill and were attacked by some…thing it scratched me."
My grandma patted the place where I was scratched and tilted her head. "I see, the scratch must have activated your spark." She muttered.
"Spark?" I questioned.
She looked up at me. "It's something your fa-Santos lacked," she corrected when I glowered at her. "It was something all my children lacked but I'm excited to know that you still have it." A smile stretched across her face while I tried to make sense of her words.
"Grandma, speak English or Spanish please, either one works." I joked half-heartedly.
"Honey, what you saw was a vision, and you got that vision because you're a warlock." My grandma revealed, her smile was brilliant and lit up the room like a Christmas tree.
I stared at her for a moment and couldn't help myself; I began laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. My grandma frowned but I didn't stop, I clutched my stomach and bent over falling into the chair next to the one I knocked down earlier. "Ooh!" I exclaimed wiping a tear from my eye. "That was funny." I let out another chuckle. "So, wanna try again?" I asked her.
She tilted her head eyeing me. "You don't believe me?" she asked.
"Grandma, I loved your little magic tricks when I was younger and I even think, to some degree, you might be psychic, no one can predict the things you do, but…me? A warlock? I don't think so, maybe I'm delusional or psychic myself."
She breathed deeply like she was ready to yell but then smiled, I raised a brow. "Look down at the ground." She ordered.
"What?"
"Look down." Weird, but I followed her instructions and turned to look down. There wasn't anything there; I turned back to my grandma expectantly before it hit me. My eyes snapped back down to where I had knocked the chair down, where it had been lying a second ago, only for it to be standing back on its feet.
"How the heck…"
"For centuries our family has produced the most powerful witches and warlocks to walk this planet, our line have been here since the making of this city and we've never left." I turned back to her, her green eyes studying me carefully like she was expecting me to freak out. "We are a force to be reckoned with, us witches, and protectors of nature."
My heart was slamming against my chest anxiously. "Grandma…I-"
"Your father didn't have the spark, the gift, that you have," she stated abruptly. "None of my children had the spark though as they got older I always believed it was for the best, they were all so caught up in their ways and belief that if they would have abused their gift, they've all already brought me shame…but I love them." She reached over grabbing my hand staring me directly in my eyes. "Do you see it?" she asked.
I did. I saw…me; I was seeing myself from my grandma's eyes as I grew up through the years. As I played with Lydia in the front yard or the first day I met Scott and Stiles after she dropped me off on the first day. I had pushed Jackson down when he bullied Scott, the first day, and had gotten in trouble but the trouble was worth it because I made two friends. A vision of me, eleven years old, laying on the pavement a little ways from the lake after the car accident with my dad, the nurses were pressing on my chest trying to get the water out of me.
I snatched my hand away breathing heavily while my grandma still was eyeing me critically. "I-I don't k-know what to say." I muttered, what could I say? Never in my wildest dream did I ever think my grandmother would tell me something like this.
She turned away from me, finally, and to the candle that sat in the middle of the island. "Watch." She ordered, I inclined my head in the direction of the candle, the wick lit with a small flame but she didn't stop there. She reached her index finger into the candle and literally took the flame. The flame hovered above her finger as she dragged it between us. "Do you see what magic does?" she questioned. "It makes the impossible, possible."
I stared down at the flame intently. "What does this mean? I mean, why now? What was that thing that attacked me in the woods? Do you know? Did you see it when you touched me?" I shot out questions like a rifle gun.
The flame disappeared. "It's happening now because of the claw marks, which have equality to a bite mark, and I did see it when I attacked you, I also took precautious steps to make sure that it couldn't find you nor I."
"But what was it?" I pressed.
She hesitated. "It was an alpha, a werewolf." I sat back in my seat feeling a little nauseated. "The status of an alpha means that those werewolves can multiply by either scratches or bites; in our case we're immune to their transformation but for a witch or warlock whose powers are bound, it means that it awakens what has been dormant." She explained.
"So, because I was clawed by it, it unbound my powers?" I asked just to be sure, she nodded her head. "I'm getting a headache." I pressed my hand to my forehead and over my eyes; this was a lot to take in.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and the headache was immediately chased away. "Don't try and understand this all at once, Sammy, just know that you can always come to me when you need help, and I'll start teaching you everything I know."
Then those numbers reared their ugly head again. Lifting my head, I tilted it. "Do these numbers mean anything to you? 06-29-05?" I asked, as I said the number out loud I realized that they were a date and not just random numbers but they still weren't familiar to me.
My grandma's eyes widened and I registered pain in those eyes, like opening old wounds, before she exhaled sadly. "I do," she said finally. "That was the day I almost the most precious thing to me and the day I lost my great friend." I knew she was referring to me when she said the former.
"What happened?" I asked, she turned her head to the side. "Grandma, how did you almost lose me? How did you lose your friend?" I asked.
"No." her voice was stern and vicious as she turned back to me. "That's enough for today, Samuel, you have school tomorrow, go get in bed." She ordered.
Okay, so she didn't want to talk about that, I noted standing up from my chair. "Alright, I'll go, but is there anything else you want to tell me?" I asked.
"I want you to stay away from Derek Hale."
My jaw dropped. "H-How did-"
She gave me a knowing look. "I told you, I saw."
I huffed and didn't question why she didn't want me near Derek Hale since I had no intentions of ever going near him, the way he glared at me made me think that I had killed his puppy or something. I walked up to my bathroom and stared in the mirror processing all that was just told of me. I'm a warlock, I have magical powers and I was attacked by a werewolf. Okay.
I frowned when I noticed that my arm was mysterious void of rain, I pulled my sleeve up to my shoulder and took a peek under the bandages before ripping them off entirely. My arm was completely healed and void of any scars. My grandmother, she must have done it.
And then, something else registered in my head. I was attacked by a werewolf but I wasn't alone. Scott and I were attacked by a werewolf. Scott and I were bitten and scratched by a werewolf, respectively. Scott wasn't a warlock but was bitten. Scott had new abilities! Shit, Scott was a werewolf.
I hurried into my room reaching into my pockets and pulled out my phone, I wasn't going to tell them this over the phone but I did text them that we needed to talk tomorrow, ASAP.
(Beacon Hills High School)
I walked around the empty halls looking for Scott, he was the first person I needed to tell about what I found out because this affected him more than Stiles, and I could handle Stiles's bitching later. I turned a corner and raised a brow when I saw Jackson and Scott standing there, nothing good came with talking to Jackson, especially when you're Scott and have just shown him up.
I stormed over to them. "Listen to me McCall, you're going to tell me exactly who it is and what you're buying from him because there no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some chemical boost." I heard.
A surprised expression passed over Scott's face. "Oh, you mean steroids!" then his brows furrowed. "Are you on steroids?"
"What the hell is wrong with you McCall?" he grabbed Scott and pressed him against the wall, that pissed me off.
I rushed over pushing Jackson off of him. "What the hell is the matter with you, Jackson?" I demanded heatedly, I haven't been so angry since…yesterday.
Jackson turned to me and got to close for comfort. "Mind your own business, Mellal." He snapped.
I sneered. "Scott is my business, he's mine, don't ever put your hands on him!" I barked back, I couldn't help but notice the lights flicker above us.
"Oh look at that, a guard dog," he turned to Scott. "You should give Danny hints on how to get good lapdogs, he needs it."
I gulped down the curses that wanted to spew from my mouth and fisted my hand. We all flinched when the light above us shattered and rained glass down over us, I grabbed Scott's wrist dragging him from under it while Jackson jumped in the other direction.
Scott and Jackson stared at the raining glass in awe while I felt like my head was going to explode, had I really just done that? I took a step back before spinning on my heel and running away, damn it! I'll talk to Scott later.
I sighed as I sat in the bleachers with Lydia to watch the lacrosse practice, after my little episode earlier I called my grandma to tell her what happened. Apparently my emotions are tied to my powers so as long as I stay calm; I can go without breaking anything, easier said than done. She also told me I shouldn't tell Scott or Stiles anything about what I am, I'm a little hesitant not to do it, they're my best friends and I'm sure they wouldn't burn me at the stakes.
I watched as Scott murdered on the field performing something close to gymnastics as he played and made the winning shot for his team. I stood along with everyone else and clapped.
I noticed Stiles sitting over by himself looking less than enthused; in fact he looked as if he just realized something. I definitely would be telling them what I know and what I am.
I glanced over at Lydia; she was frowning at Jackson and talking with one of her friends. I patted her knee. "I'll catch you later Lyds." I muttered, she waved me off barely paying attention before I crawled out of the bleachers and jogged over to Stiles, sitting next to him. "What?" I asked.
He jumped placing a hand over his heart. "Jesus." He gasped then glared when I smiled. "Don't do that!"
"Alright, alright! But what's wrong with you? Scott just won the game." I stated.
Stiles glanced over at Scott before turning back to me. "Meet me at my Jeep, in ten minutes." He ordered, I nodded and opened my mouth to question him when he rushed off towards the boy's locker room. I sighed turning back to everyone and saw Scott grinning like a champion, he turned to me and waved. I forced a smile and waved back giving him the thumbs up.
His smile faltered, I guess he saw right through me, but his attention was stolen by Allison, thankfully. I didn't want to rain on his parade with this. I stood from my seat and walked away, heading straight for the parking lot and quickly finding Stiles's Jeep.
(Stiles Room)
I sat in a chair behind Stiles's as he sat on his computer and reading in books. "So, tell me again why you're looking up werewolves?" I asked, I already knew why but I needed to ease this.
He glances over his shoulder at me before turning back to the book. "My dad found hair on the victim's body, animal hair, a wolf's hair." He said.
I blinked surprised. "Okay, but," I peered as he dropped the book and began to flick through pictures of werewolves and silver pullets, he searched up lycanthropy and a how to for werewolves. "This doesn't explain why you're looking up werewolves."
"Doesn't it?" he asked. "Scott says he's hearing things from a distance, smelling things from a distance, he's stronger and more agile! Scott's a werewolf!" I didn't say anything and he deflated. "You don't believe me." He stated turning to me.
I ran fingers through my black locks. "Actually, Stiles, I do." I admitted. "There's something I need to tell you and Scott but we'll wait until he gets here."
Stiles raised a brow. "Is it good or bad?"
"Depends on how you look at it."
There was a knock at the door, it was Scott, I knew before Stiles jumped up to open the door. Not because of some warlock power but because Stiles had called him. Scott stood there on the other side of the door with a smile on his face. "Hey." He greeted.
He walked in and Stiles quickly shut the door. "I've been up all night reading websites, books, all of this stuff."
Scott snorted amused looking down at Stiles as he sat in front of his laptop. "How much Adderall has he had today?" he asked turning to me.
I shook my head. "A lot." I revealed.
Stiles shook his head. "Doesn't matter, just listen." He ordered.
Scott chuckled and I sighed. "Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.
"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."
I raised a brow. "Spooky guy from the woods?"
Stiles shot me a glare and I raised my hand up in surrender, he hadn't mentioned they were questioning people. "That's not it! Remember the joke from the other day?" he asked glancing between Scott and I. "It's not a joke anymore." Scott gave him a blank look not understanding what Stiles was trying to say.
I decided to interrupt. "Look, guys, I need to tell you something my grandma told me."
They both turned to me, Stiles glared. "Is it really important that you need to tell it now?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"It involves what attacked Scott and I that night so I'd say so." I had their complete and undivided attention.
Scott frowned. "What do you mean? Did you go back?" he questioned.
I scoffed at the idea. "Of course I didn't, I'm not suicidal."
"What you hurry up?" Stiles rushed.
I glared at him before turning back to Scott. "Look, you were right, what attacked us was a wolf." I said, Scott's eyes widened and Stiles frowned. "It wasn't just any wolf, it was a werewolf, an alpha werewolf that bit and infected you." I revealed.
Stiles stood from his seat. "What? How do you know this? I spent all this time reading and you knew his?" he demanded.
I waved my hand. "I know, I know but my grandma told me not to tell you two and I was a little hesitant not to heed her warning."
Scott chuckled. "Heed?" he wasn't taking me serious.
I glared at him. "Yes!" I snapped, I turned to Stiles. "I know this because my grandmother told me."
"And you make a habit of listening to her after she's had a drink?" Scott asked mockingly.
I narrowed my eyes. "I have a habit of hanging with you two even though I know I'd probably end up choking one of you after you say something stupid." I was getting frustrated with the whole thing, I turned to Stiles. "You were looking up a werewolf, that's what he is."
Stiles nodded. "Right," he said turning to Scott. "You heard a wolf howl last night, do you know why they do that?"
"Should I know?" Scott asked.
"To signal the rest of the pack meaning there are probably more out there, an entire pack of them."
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked in awe.
"No, werewolves."
Scott stared at him hard for a moment before getting to his feet. "Are you two seriously wasting my time with this? You know I have to pick Allison up." He grabbed his backpack.
I stood up and pushed him back down onto the bed. "Scott, did you see yourself on that field? Did you see what you did?" I questioned. "You did something not even some pro athletes have been able to do, you've even said that you've been doing strange things."
Scott stood back up. "So I made a good shot so what?"
Stiles pushed him back down. "It wasn't just a good shot, it was an amazing shot, not to mention you're moves, you're reflexes!" he exclaimed moving around anxiously. "People just don't learn to do that overnight." He pointed out. "And like Sam said, your senses, and not to mention the vision."
Scott stood back up and placed a hand on both our shoulders pushing us away. "Can't work it, I can't think about this right now!" he breathed deeply. "We'll talk tomorrow."
Stiles's eyes widened. "Tomorrow?" he demanded almost panicking. "What are you talking about? The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?"
I hadn't even given a thought about the full moon or what affect it would have on Scott. Scott glared. "What are you trying to do? I just made first line, I have a date with a girl I can't believe wants to go out with me," Stiles huffed turning around and sitting back in his seat turning to his laptop. "And everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are the two of you trying to ruin it?" he demanded.
I had to blink to made sure I heard right. "Ruin it?!" I snapped out moving closer so that I was looking Scott directly in his eyes. "Why, Scott? Why would we really want to ruin your life? Are you listening to anything that we're saying?" I demanded, I saw Stiles's lamp flickering behind me but paid it no attention.
"Uh, guys?" Stiles asked hesitantly.
I ignored him to. "I guess I have to be blunt and just say it, you're a damn werewolf and need to stay from under the full moon!"
"Guys?"
"That's ridiculous! You're jealous!"
"Jealous of what?" I spat back angrily.
"Guys!"
We both spun on Stiles. "What?" The lamp's light bulb blew out and we all stood there for a moment, breathing.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and walked away from them so that I was closer to the door. "Continue, Stiles." I ordered.
"Uh, okay." He said hesitantly, he turned to Scott. "You shouldn't be snapping at us, we just want to help, it's not just the moon will physically cause you to change shape but it just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."
Scott glanced over at me warily, but I didn't meet his gaze. He turned back to Stiles. "Bloodlust?" he asked deadpanned.
"Yeah, you're urge to kill."
Scott sighed. "I'm already starting to feel the urge to kill, Stiles." I snorted crossing my arms over my chest and leaned back against the wall.
Stiles took him serious and spun in his chair to face the computer. He grabbed a book and read something. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." He turned and gave Scott a pointed look. "Alright? I can see Allison raises your pulse, you have to cancel this date!" he exclaimed jumping up and slamming the book down on the table.
"Stiles." I said warningly as he moved past Scott and towards his bag.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked tiredly turning to Stiles as he rummaged through Scott's bag.
"I'm canceling your date." The air in the room shifted dramatically as Scott tensed.
"Stiles stop." I ordered but it was too late, Stiles had the phone and was going through it.
Scott glared as Stiles moved around him. "No, give it to me!" he yelled pushing Stiles's against the wall roughly with his fist raised.
I gasped rushing over and grabbed Scott's hand to force him away from Stiles but his grip was tight. I glared at him while Stiles stared shocked. "Let him go, Scott!" I ordered, his eyes flashed over to me and before I knew it he lashed out pushing me back.
I gasped hitting as I fell back. My back hit the dresser behind me and Scott knocked over Stiles's chair angrily. I shook my head looking up at him, Stiles was doing the same while he glanced between the two of us. His eyes lingered on me as he breathed harshly, Stiles dropped his gaze and I turned away from both. "I'm sorry." He apologized, he was talking to Stiles.
"Sam? Are you alright?" I heard Stiles ask.
I stood up straight and shook myself free of the aching pain in my back. I didn't answer as Scott turned to me hesitantly. "I'm sorry." He apologized again. It was quiet, I was too stubborn to tell Scott it was alright and Stiles was too hurt, I could see it. "I-I need to get to-ready for the party." He said softly, he walked over grabbing his backpack and moved to the door. Glancing back at us, he sighed. "I'm sorry." And with that he walked out of the open door and closed it.
It was still quiet as Stiles turned to look at me; I only shook my head walking over to him. This hasn't happened before, Scott and Stiles arguing or even Scott and I arguing, it was always Stiles and I with Scott as the mediator. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" I asked softly.
Stiles breathed deeply. "Yeah, I'm fine." He muttered.
"You know he didn't mean any of that? Right?" I asked Stiles didn't answer as he softly brushed my hand from his shoulder and walked over picking up his chair. I was surprised when I caught the sight of three claw marks marring the back of it.
Stiles looked up at me. "This isn't good." He said.
"No it isn't but of course he wasn't going to listen to us, this is the first girl he's actually taken an interest in and she's beautiful, not to mention she actually likes him back." I added walking over and sitting on the bed. "He knows on some level that we're right."
Stiles sat in the scarred chair. "Not enough to listen." I nodded. We sat in silence for a moment. "How long are we going to be mad at him?" he asked jokingly.
I chuckled. "A good couple of hours should do him some good before he realizes that we're not mad." Of course I wasn't angry, stubborn yes, angry no.
Stiles raised a brow. "You never did tell us how you're grandmother knew about the werewolf, how did she know it was an alpha?" he asked.
I sighed leaning forward. "Don't freak out on me when I tell you this because I only just figured it out." Stiles nodded his head. "My grandma is a witch."
"Rude." Stiles commented. "I mean, I know she can be stern but-"
I glared at him. "Shut up, Stiles, I mean like she's literally a witch, you know? With magic and stuff."
"You mean with a huge pot, conical hat and broom stick?"
"No, just the magic," I corrected before thinking back to last night. "You should have seen it Stiles, she actually grabbed fire from a candle and held it above her finger like it was nothing, and then that's not all."
Stiles raised a brow. "What? You going to tell me you're a witch?"
"No!" I exclaimed. "I'm a warlock, there's a difference."
"Prove it." Stiles ordered standing up from his seat and moving to sit next to me.
"Prove it how?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, do a spell or something."
"Didn't I just tell you I just found out last night? I don't know any spells." I said but it do remember what I did this morning and smiled. "Wait, hold on." I said turning the book the laid flat on the floor. I narrowed my eyes at it.
Stiles jumped when the book flew from the ground and into his hands. "Whoa!" he exclaimed dropping the book onto his floor again. I put my hand out and watched as the book levitated from the ground and in front of Stiles at chest level. It was heavier than a toothbrush but it wasn't too heavy. Stiles snatched it from the air. "Why didn't you say this when Scott was here? How did this happen?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Because Scott's the one whose cursed, I have my grandma and it happened because the werewolf-"
"The alpha." Stiles added.
I rolled my eyes. "The alpha, scratched me and it worked like a bite but because I'm already a supernatural creature it just unbound my powers or my spark as my grandma likes to call it."
Stiles stared at me for a moment. "Who knew both my friends would turn out to be such freaks?" I gasped offended before grabbing the book from his hand and slapped him in back of the head with it.
"Just don't tell Scott, I want to be the one to do it." I said.
(The Party)
I stood with Stiles in the middle of the party with a drink in my hand, I cancelled the date I had with Danny and decided to just hang around Stiles for now while we both kept an eye out for Scott. I glanced around the party; Stiles and I were in the living room, I was glad that they decided to keep the doors open so that it wasn't humid or hot in here.
I glanced out the corner of my eye and found a blonde guy glancing over at me, I raised a brow and smirked when I noticed it was one of Jackson's lacrosse friends, Michael, I think his name was. He had grey eyes and a leaner build than Jackson. I winked and watched as he smirked before turning back to talk to his friend.
I turned to Stiles and found him frowning at me. "What?" I asked defensively, it wasn't a secret about my sexuality.
He snorted taking a sip from a cup. "You're such a tease!" he yelled over the music, people sent him odd looks.
I threw my head back and laughed, the alcohol was starting to do its job because I felt light on my feet. "Hey, I cancelled a date with a hot guy because of you, let me have this." I said, I could be a tease but that's what happens when you hang around Lydia. I caught sight of a familiar mop top of brown hair, Scott walked in with Allison on his heels.
I nudged Stiles and pointed over to them when he turned, he glanced at me. "They're going outside." He pointed out.
"You stay in here in case they come back in, I'll go out there." He nodded and moved over to a group. I followed Allison and Scott outside; I stood at the threshold and waited. Scott had been staring at something across the pool before I got there; he glanced over his shoulder at me and offered a hesitant smile. I only shrugged my shoulders before turning my gaze in the direction he had been staring in.
Derek Hale standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes had been on Scott, now they're on me and they're glaring. I frowned, my grandmother had told me to stay away but I wanted to know why he was here and why he was so interested in Scott.
I shoved my way through the other party goers not taking my eyes off Derek until I made it out of the crowd. I walked over to him, stumbling a little before catching my balance. Damn I wish I hadn't have drunk that fifth cup. "What are you doing here?" I demanded stopping six steps away from him.
His eyes narrowed and he breathed deeply. "I'm enjoying the party like everyone else, including you." He sent a pointed look towards my six cup I've yet to drink from.
I pointed at him. "Aren't you a little too old?"
"Aren't you a little too young?" he countered.
I shrugged my shoulders, okay I'll admit I'm a little upset about not coming here with Danny, sue me. "Yolo." I said taking a sip of my drink. I saw confusion swimming in Derek eyes and snorted. "It means You Only Live Once." I explained. I chuckled when he snorted; I sobered enough to stare at him seriously. "What do you want with Scott?" I asked.
His eyes became sharp and piercing again but I guess I had liquid courage because I stared him straight in his eyes and didn't feel the least bit intimidated. "That's between him and me."
I crushed the plastic cup in my hand and dropped it to the floor, I looked down at it, poor thing, what will I tell its kids? I wondered before turning back to Derek. "See what you made me do? I killed my drink!" I snapped angrily.
He snorted. "You're drunk, go home."
"Not until you tell me why you're here."
"Because your friend is going to need my help." And with that he began walking away; I stood there watching as he did. I shook my head before turning to the party when my phone began to vibrate. I reached in my pocket and pulled it out. "Hello?" I slurred slightly.
"Sam? Are you drunk?" It was Stiles, thankfully because had it been my grandma, I'd have some 'splaning to do.
I chuckled at that thought. "Kinda, why? You're the DD and I have my eye on Scott."
"Then why did I just see him stumbling out of the party like he was drunk?" Stiles demanded.
I turned toward the spot I'd last seen Allison and Scott but they weren't there! "Damn it! Stiles, they're gone!" I exclaimed, wait, didn't he just tell me what? What the hell did they put in these drinks? Is that a quarter on the floor?
"I know that jackass, I'm following Allison outside now to find out what's wrong." He stated.
"Maybe they got into an argument or something, it seems like the theme today." I muttered glancing down at the quarter again; I swear that bastard was moving, this time I wouldn't take my eyes off it.
"No, he's driving off in his car!" I pulled the phone away from my ear before putting it back. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the yard across from the pool."
"Get the hell away from the pool, you can't swim and you're petrified of water!" he snapped.
I glared at the quarter, this was its fault! "I'm not by the pool, I'm just near it!"
"Okay, I see you, come on we're going to find Scott." He said before hanging up. I shoved my phone in my pocket before bending down and picking up the quarter, who doesn't want a magical moving quarter? I wonder if it was a sign of good luck like finding a penny?
I felt a hand grab my wrist and tug at me, I almost fell over but I quickly gained my balance. I turned and saw Stiles standing there. "Oh, Stiles, there you are! I have a moving quarter!" I said showing it to him.
He rolled his eyes. "Great, you're plastered."
"I'm not that drunk, oh, and we should get Allison if we're leaving."
"I saw Allison get a ride by Derek."
"Hmm, I didn't know that she knew him." I muttered as Stiles dragged me through the party. As we passed the cooler he grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me before continued to drag me to his Jeep.
I climbed in the front and pulled on my seatbelt holding onto the bottle tightly. Stiles climbed in the driver's seat. "Drink that and sober up." He ordered.
I unscrewed the top and took a sip; I almost wanted to spit it out! This was tasted like shit. I swallowed the water forcefully before turning to glare at Stiles. "I hope you're happy."
"Not yet, now shut up!"
We drove in silence to Scott's house and by the time we got there I was already sobering up and the bottle of water was almost empty. Stiles parked in the front of Scott's house, I saw that his room light was on. "He here." I pointed out.
Stiles nodded as we climbed out and ran up the pavement onto the porch, I opened the door and we rushed in. We ran upstairs and to Scott's door. I could hear the running water from his bathroom as Stiles pounded on the door. "Go away!" he ordered from the other side.
"Scott? It's us, Sam and Stiles."
I watched the door opened a fraction but not all the way. I stepped forward. "Scott, let us in, we just want to help." I pleaded. "And get me some Advil." I added, I was getting a monster headache.
"No!" Scott exclaimed his breathing was labored. "Listen, you gotta find Allison."
"She's fine, I saw her get a ride from the party, she's totally fine."
"No, I think I know who it is." Stiles opened his mouth to say something but Scott cut him off. "It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf, the alpha, he's the one who bit me, and he's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
Stiles and I traded glances; this so was not going to go over well. "Scott," Stiles said hesitantly. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party." He revealed. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet. The door slammed closed. Stiles turned the knob but it was locked. "Scott!" he exclaimed pressing on the door.
I saw his shadow move from under the door. "Stiles, he's not in there anymore." I said.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed turning around and running down the hall, I followed him. "We need to go check and see if Allison is still alright!"
We made it to the Argent house, I didn't climb out with Stiles but I watched as he ran on the porch and began to pound on the door. I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit speed dial. "Grandma," I said once she answered. "I think we might need some help."
"With what? What's happening?" she demanded.
"Remember I told you that I was attacked by the werewolf?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, well, Scott was bitten by it."
I could picture my grandmother covering her mouth in shock. "Oh, lord." She whispered into the phone. "Where is he now?"
"I don't know, he lost it after we told him that Derek Hale took Allison home from the party, Stiles and I are checking up on her, wait here Stiles is now." I watched as he climbed back into his seat. "Was she here?"
"Yeah, she's here, who are you talking to?" he asked.
I held up a finger. "Okay, grams, she's here and safe but we need to find Scott, do you know a way we can do that?" I asked.
"Sam," she sounded like she didn't want to help.
"Grandma, please, if he's going after Derek and Derek's really the one who did this to him then we need to find him before he hurts Scott."
I heard my grandmother sigh. "Check the Hale estate." She ordered.
I glanced at Stiles; he nodded and started the car. It had been silent enough for him to hear the conversation. "But wasn't it burned down?"
"It's the only place I can think the Hale boy might be and Beacon Hills Reserves are Hale's property, they own that land."
After I hung up the phone and we checked the burned down Hale estate, without finding Scott or Derek. We drove around until seven A.M. looking for Scott until we found him. Walking on the edge of the street. Stiles pulled up next to him. I pointed my thumb to the back. "Get in." I was a little worried that he didn't have on a shirt.
We drove in silence for a moment, I have given Scott my jacket to wear, and he sat in the back looking miserable. "You know what worries me the most?" he asked.
Stiles and I traded glances before rolling our eyes. "If you say Allison, I'm going to punch you in the face." Stiles threatened seriously.
He leaned back. "She probably hates me now." He muttered.
"I doubt that," Stiles said after an exasperated sigh. "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology, or you could tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness that you're a werewolf and that our best friend is a warlock."
I gasped glaring at Stiles. "Stiles!" I hissed.
"Wait, what?" Scott said leaning forward so that his head was poking in between us. "What do you mean warlock? What does he mean warlock, Sam?" Scott asked.
I sighed losing my eyes. "I want to tell you myself, but since I don't have that luxury, I'll explain it to you later but yes, my grandmother's a witch and I'm a warlock." I turned around and placed my hand on his shoulder. "So you're not the only one who's a little lost and scared right now, but don't worry because you got the two of us here to help."
"I'll even chain you up and feed you live mice if I have too, I had a boa before. It shouldn't be that hard." Stiles joked with a straight face before smirking.
I chuckled leaning my head back while Scott shook his head with a smile. "Does this mean the two of you aren't angry at me…for earlier?" he asked.
"Shut up." We both ordered.
(End)
Alright! I've finished the second chapter, I'm happy about it. I know I've barely had any magic in this chapter and only occasional incidents because of Sam's temper but next chapter there will be a lot more magic. I'm trying not to rush into to it yet. Who likes drunken Sam? I do! He's hilarious!
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