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The campus was a festering hole of indulgences.
A typical Saturday night.
Derek closed his eyes and ignored the drum of the bass and the voices that carried from the multiple parties, single voices inverted into an unbroken roar of the mob. He would have to follow his nose. He berthed his body parallel the ground and dipped forward and inhaled deeply. Derek kept his eyes closed to allow the wolf to concentrate and separate the scents thick in the air, sex and liquor were heavy in the balmy night.
He lifts his head and red eyes followed an invisible scent trail that would be impossible for a human to sense. They were most keen to blood, even a drop could overwhelm their senses and there was a lot of blood in the air. He can taste it and he moves towards it. His canines extend and push at his lips, he moves swiftly through the parking lot and towards the tree line. His muscles tighten and his movements become more animal than human and he has to pull back the Wolf as nears the source of the blood.
He smelt the chance before he cleared the parking lot, the infection was spreading rampantly through Stiles' body. He moved down the embankment. He saw Stiles lying pale and motionless on the ground. Derek hovered over him, inches separated them. Stiles breath was, hot, shallow, and labored. The Alpha laid his hand over the boys heart, his claws retracted, and feels the pulse of his human heart.
He closed his eyes, he hadn't need to confirm it, it was already a steady beat inside his ear but it was adequate enough for him to pull back the Wolf. He counted the beats, calming his own. The Wolf melted back to his subconscious and he sat back on his heals. He wet his lips and with a glance he studied the moon, which was nearly at it's fullest. Waxing Gibbous is a danger to new wolves, and especially to anyone caught in the sights of a new Wolf. Derek pocketed the discarded phone and with an open palm slapped Stiles with a satisfying smack that echoed against the trees.
"Yes I'm circumcised," Stiles shouted and jumped.
The shock and pain forgotten of the slap was replaced by the harrowed of more serious wounds. Stiles groaned and squinted up at Derek.
"Why did you slap me?" He asked and cupped his cheek didn't answer as he re-position himself behind Stiles. It has been almost a year since Stiles has last seen Derek, but nothing had change. Derek still wore the same hard ass expression and same bland wardrobe."It wouldn't hurt to add a little color to your assemblage." Stiles suggested as he tried to push himself off the ground, he paused when he felt a hand on the shoulder. Stiles looked at the werewolf, who shook his head. For once Stiles didn't argue and laid his head back down.
Stiles yelped in surprised as Derek ripped open his pants. "What the hell!"
"Relax" Derek ordered as he continued to exam the wounds.
The punctures were shallow and blood oozed from the wound as he poked around the damaged flesh. Stiles should have know when the gorgeous man with the exotic accent had picked him up that something wasn't right but he had been drinking and it had been a while since anyone showed him any attention. The kissing was...ok, a bit sloppy and too much tongue. When he started to get fresh, Stiles pushed him away. He thanked him for his drinks but he explained that he was going back to his dorms. Well that had made Mr. Exotic-accent-and-obviously-too-large-for-his-tiny-shirt angry and he started yelling in Spanish. Some pretty aggressive rolling R's and things went south from there. The eyes, the teeth, running, screaming, and then the ass shredding.
All things considered he would have to give the night a two, one being dead and ten an threesome. Being bit by a werewolf landed between being dead and getting Herpes, basically he rather get Herpes. Derek leaned over Stiles and sniffed him.
"Dude, did you just sniff my butt?"
Derek looked up at him annoyed.
"The infection is spreading," Derek said and looked up at the sky. Stiles followed his line of sight.
"That is the Waxing Moon and it will be full moon tomorrow."
Stiles did not need to be told what that meant. He had seen it firsthand, what it does to person and he personally would like to avoid killing anyone, although his roommate is a real dick.
"Will I turn that soon...Will I even be healed by then?"
Derek wet his lips. "Yes you will turn and most of your injuries will be healed. It can be dangerous for someone turned this close to the full moon, your body is already in shock and sometimes people can't handle the stress mentally.
"Just do your alpha thing." Stiles suggested referring to when he had stopped Isaac from making him into puppy chow. He mimicked the growling and claws. He chomped down a few times and growled, but stopped mid chomp when he saw Derek's expression. "Right. Sorry. I'm stopping"
"Maybe" He answered and he glanced back up at the full moon "I am able to control my own pack but those rules may not apply to you. I'm going to take you back to my house. I have a holding cell in my basement, it will be adequate."
"Is that a new addition?" Stiles asked and sucked in his bottom lip.
"I got tired of chasing you pups around."
"So you built a creepy dungeon in your basement. You know with your history of biting teenagers pretty low on the hip and hanging around the high school and now the creepy dungeon that you use to restrain the young teenagers that you lure..."
"I could just kill you." Derek threatened.
Stiles snorted.
"You think I'm joking?"
"Oh no." Stiles waves his hands from his laying position. Derek had misunderstood his snort, it was not from a place of disrespect.
"I have no doubt that your threats are real and definitely not empty, but a promise, that if I don't shut up you will kill me...horribly. And I don't know what is wrong with me, but I'm not able to control myself at the moment. I tend to blabber when facing life and death situation...but I just notice that your eyes get slightly wide when you threaten me. It's probably shock and loss of blood but I just pictured you with the wide eyes and snapping your fingers in a Z formation, all sassy, like a middle-aged black woman."
"I could tear your throat out very easily."
"You would never get the taste out of your mouth...and suddenly this conversation just got weird..." Stiles shut his mouth tightly and his groan was muffled when Derek rolled him over and picked him up.
Stiles let out sharp scream when Derek unintentionally grabbed his broken ribs. It was loud enough for the entire campus to hear. The only apology he got was Derek quickly moving his hand. Stiles sucked in a lung full of air and held it as Derek hurried back to his Derek set Stiles on his feet and opened the door and lifted the seat.
"Don't get blood in my car""Ha ha ha," Stiles sarcastically replied, wincing as he carefully climbed into the back seat and laid down on his stomach. The cool leather of the seats was smoothing to Stiles as he pressed his cheek into it and let out a breath he was looked at him through his rear view mirror from the driver's seat. He peeled out of the parking lot leaving the smell of burnt rubber and smoke as he drove like a bat out of hell down the road. Stiles felt every bump and dip of the road and he quietly moaned and cursed the entire way. The colorful wordage he invented was quite impressive, you don't hear maiming sperm biscuit and dried out slut worm in the same sentence very reached into his his glove box and pulled out a flask and held it behind him towards Stiles.
"Drink this."Stiles took it gingerly.
"What is it...some kind of magical werewolf potion?" He asked as he put it up to his mouth. His eyes got wide and he forced the burning liquor down his throat.
"This is Rum" He coughed and looked at the flask incredulously. "But...werewolves can't get drunk"
"Who told you that?"Stiles drank the liquor greedily feeling the warmth spread through him and the pain dulling.
"Scott and I tried to drink, he didn't get drunk."
"Considering the most he knows about being a werewolf he learned off Google I'm not surprised...drink more."Derek ordered him. Stiles took several more small drinks"
"It burns good." He said and grinned."Are you trying to get me drunk Derek Hale...because I'll have you know I' classy, you're going to need to buy e dinner too" He said pointing, but his vision was starting to blur. "This is good stuff" He laid his head down. "Somewhere nice too, like, Applebees."
Derek pulled into a drive way that led to a small house on the ocean. It had been his family's vacation house but he hadn't been here for years. He stopped the car and turned towards Stiles who was holding the flask tightly to his chest and almost a sleep, in the back. He got out and carefully lifted Stiles bridal style and carried him towards the front door.
"I smell sand" Stiles muttered.
He was very tired; keeping his eyes open was such a strain.
"What else do you smell?"
Stiles smacked his mouth, it was very dry. "Your questionable cologne."
Derek snorted.
Stiles cracked one eye open and looked up at Derek. "Did I actually make you laugh?"
"Every dog has its day."
Stiles smiled. "Did you just make a joke?...it was kind of a bad one...but gold star for trying buddy"
Derek looked down at him soberly, "I liked you better when you were sleeping."
"Oh you, I bet you say that too all the unconscious boys don't you?" He joked and waved his hand mocking embarrassment.
Derek didn't say anything in return as he opened the door. It was dark and dusty inside.
"Where are we?"
"My parents beach house. Too many Hunters in Beacon Hills, especially this close to the full moon...It will be safe for you. Not many people around during the off season."
"Beach party..yay," Stiles mutters and closes his eyes. They had adjusted quickly to the darkness, but he's so tired to keep them open.
Derek rolls his eyes and carried him to his old room. The bed is a single, but it would do. Derek yanks off the plastic covering the bed and lays Stiles down gently.
"Are you hungry?"
"For man flesh, no not yet." Stiles yawned.
"Isn't that what got you in this situation to begin with?"
Stiles grinned sleepily up at Derek. "High five dude, that was a good one." He extended his arm half-heartedly for a high five. "If anyone ever said that you don't have a sense of humor, I'll say that one time, you know when I wasdelusional from blood loss and shock, he was, he was funny. And it was awesoooome." His voice becoming musical near the end.
Derek ignored his outstretched hand and got up. "Just go to sleep, and do not leave this room. That's an order. I'll be back with some food."
Stiles hand flopped down on the mattress."I'm not a part of your pack you can't order me."
"Shut up" Derek growled and pointed at Stiles. "I mean it"
Stiles snuggled into his pillow already giving up his moment of rebelliousness."Yeah, yeah." He murmured softly already mostly asleep.
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Stiles eyes opened, but they felt so heavy, like they weighted ten pounds each and that's pretty heavy for eyelids. Although he was pretty sure he saw a dude on Spike TV lift cinder blocks with his eyes lids so maybe it's not that heavy, but someone would have to practice that and work up to cider block, no way you couldn't do that without training your eyelids...god he didn't feel good.
Derek grasped his face.
"Stiles," he snapped.
Stiles eyes looked around the room unfocused.
"Look at me!" Derek yelled. His eyes were red, teeth extended. It was an order from an Alpha.
Stiles eyes shot towards him, finding his face. He didn't want to look him in the eyes...is this a submissive thing? Probably not, his eyes are scary...let's go with that. His eyes go lower and land on his lips. Derek's tongue darts out, wetting them.
"Stiles do you understand me?" He asks his voice less demanding.
"You have nice lips." Stiles stated.
His stomach churns and Derek must have seen the green on his face and turned Stiles to his side. He threw up on the floor, black goo, werewolf ink, splashed everywhere.
"Yep, it taste as bad as it looks"
"Stiles something is wrong."He lays Stiles back down.
"Did you figured it out by me throwing up black swamp goo?" Stiles hissed.
"You are burning up" Derek ignored him and placed a calloused hand on Stile's throat. "You're body is trying to heal, it's not working"
"Like Jackson?"
Derek shook his head.
"No, you are a werewolf, but you're not healing. Wounds from Alphas can take longer to heal, but not the first bite"
Derek stood up. "Rollover"
"No," Stiles whined. "I know I've got the ass of a 13 year old girl, but that's no season to get excited." He flaided his hand, waving it as himself and said. "It's still attached to the rest of this hot mess"
Derek forcefully rolled him over and pulled back the blankets.
"Don't move" Derek said and left the room.
When he turned Derek is holding a fluffy, bright yellow beach towel and a bottle of water. Stiles stared at him out of the concern of his eye, the angle was awkward and hurt his neck, but he needed to keep and eye on the Derek. Derek wet the towel and begun to clean the dry blood.
"It's not healing," Derek murmured against, mostly to himself, puzzled.
"You already said that...do something," Stiles demanded. "Being a werewolf is above dying in my book, not by much, but I rather not die."
"What the hell do you expect me to do? I'm not an expert you know. I can't just google this..." His voice trailed off as he looked up at Stiles, obviously in deep thought.
"Book!"
"Well, I sort have a list, you know from dying to getting laid, it's kinda a grading system of how well my day has gone, so in my book I rather not die."
"Shit up, Stiles. That wasn't a question" He jumped up and started, pacing, mumbleing under his breath. "My mother's book" He stopped pacing and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging in frustration. "It's not here." He said and begun to pace again.
"Are these books helpful to the situation?" Stiles asked. "I mean are we talking about werewolf related issues or your mom's collection of Danielle Steele?"
"My mother was a doctor," He growled and got out his phone. "She would help our kind too. She kept several journals, some of them made it out of the fire"
"Call someone then" Stiles said and turned his head and spit. "God this taste is horrible! It's like rotten eggs and deordoriate...not the taste but the way it makes your tongue numbe and clings...not that I eat it...ok I did...I was curious"
Derek ignored him and dialed Scott's number.
"Derek?" Scott sat up and rubbed his eyes and turned and looked at the clock.
"Shut up and listen."
"I have a test tomorrow," Scott whine sitting up.
"I think...is today Monday?"
"It's Sunday," Allison said softly sitting up and tilts her head at her boyfriend. She holds the sheets against her naked chest.
"Oh never mind, I can study for that later. What's up?"
Allison rolled her eyes Derek pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I need you to break into Beacon Hills Bank and get into my lock box."
"What...no," Scott makes a crazy gesture to Allison. "I rather not go to prision. I'm pretty. You know what they do to pretty guys in prison?"
"You're a werewolf, Scott, no one is going to rape you in prison..." Derek gripped the phone in frustration. "Just shut up, it's a life or death situation."
"You sound fine to me. I'm hanging up" Scott said and yawned widely.
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"Just give me the phone," Stiles yelled. His body was on fire now and he didn't have time for this bullshit power struggle. Honestly, Scott and Derek just need to pull them out and measure and get it over with
.Scott eyes widen when he heard Stile's voice and he clenched his phone reached out touching his arm. She didn't know what was wrong, but she could tell by his body language that something was happening.
"Stiles?"
Derek held the phone to Stiles' ear. "Dude...please."
"What is going on, did he kidnap you?"
"No...no, wow dude you don't give him an inch...I called him. Long story short dude I got bit by a werewolf, but I'm sick, like magic bullet sick. Remember when I almost had to cut off Derek's arm? God that would been gross...Derek has this book that might help me in his lock box."
"You called him? Why didn't you call me, I'm your best friend?"
"Is Allison there?"
"...yeah?"
"You wouldn't have answered your phone, Derek is pathetically lonely I figure he would answer."
"Standing right here," Derek flicked his eyes at Derek who looked hurt and broody. How does he manage that?
"Please, dude," Stiles pleadged.
"Of course. You know I'd do anything for you. Put Derek back on."
Stiles looked up at Derek and nodded.
"You going to do it?"
"Yeah. Where the hell are you? Why can't you do this?"
"I didn't think Beacon Hills was safe...I'm about three hours away at the beach house and he has about two. Less if he doesn't shut his mouth."
"To live?" Stiles asked startled and looked up at Derek. "Dude I'm right here!"
"I live an hour away fro Beacon Hills!" Scott said and jumped up and grabbed his pants. Allison moved quickly as well.
"Well I sure hope you having something faster than that bike. Call me once you get to Beacon Hills." Derek said and hung up.
Stiles put his face over the bed and begun to dry heave. "Oh god," He whimpered
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Derek sat on the edge of the bed and felt his neck again. He stood up. "I have to leave. I'll be back in twenty minutes"
Stiles hand jerked out and grabbed Derek's wrist.
"Don't leave me," He whimpered, which sounded pathetic even to his ears. If he doesn't die he is going to have to kill himself later for that.
Derek looked at his wrist where Stiles was gripping him. He reached down and pried the warms fingers off his wrist and grabbed his hand and he held it, giving it a squeeze he hoped was reassuring.
"I have to go, trust me," Derek said looked up at him,dark eyes full of a trust that Derek wasn't expecting to see.
"Ok," Stiles sighed and released his hand reluctantly.
"But you better hurry your little werewolf ass though."
"This is insane," Scott said looking up at the bank. They were parked far enough away to stay out of view of the bank's cameras.
"I know," She said and dug into her bag. "Here is your ski mask." She handed him a ski mask.
"It's pink!"
"I'm a girl," Allison resorted. "I'm sorry if we didn't have time to stop and buy you a gender appropriate ski mask" Scott took the mask and slid it over his face. "This conversation is far from over?"
"Not even close" Allison said and handed him a pair of gloves.
"So...break in, go straight for the lock boxes, Derek said it was 143. There are several books in there, just grab those and leave everything else behind." Scott said as he slid the gloves on.
"Yes, after the silent alarm goes off you will have maybe five to ten minutes."
Scott nodded. He was nervous and took a deep breath. Allison leaned over and kissed him.
"I'll be here and ready when you get back." She smiled.
"Best looking get-away driver ever.
Allison smiled. "Go."
Scott jumped out of the car and took off across the parking lot on all fours. He ducked his head and crashed through the front window. He did a roll and slid across the bank floor. He shook his head getting the glass out of his hair and looked around. The bank was dark and creepy at night. He jumped up and over the counter towards the safe.
"Come on, come one." Allison said gripping the wheel nervously.
"Oh god," She said when she saw a police cruiser. He didn't have his lights on so good chance the alarm hadn't been sent to the police yet. She sank down in the seat. It looked like Stiles dad, she just hoped he didn't see the werewolf size hole that Scott had just gracefully added to the bank's bit her lip and watched as he took a right and drove out of view, luck was on their side for once.
"Thank God for small town security," She said softly.
She let out a startled scream as Scott hit the window and fell beneath the car. He couldn't stop his own momentum. He jumped up and got into the car and Allison peeled out of the parking lot.
"I can hear the sirens," Scott said breathing hard and ripped off the mask.
"Did you get through the safe?"
"No that was way more complicated than your grandfather's safe."
She looked down at the books. "How?"
"The wall isn't that thick." He grinned.
Allison smiled and picked a piece of dry wall out of Scott's hair.
"Call Derek." She said and patted his cops were going to be so confused when they saw the mess Scott had left behind.
"You got it?" Derek answered. Stiles screamed and he wrenched. He pushed Stiles back down into the ice water.
"What are you doing?" Scott demanded.
"I'm trying to cool his body temperature."
"Oh god," Stiles said fighting against Derek's hand."They will never come out again." Stiles screamed. The water was so cold and it hurt so much. Everyone will start calling me Stacy because my balls and dick have been absorbed back into my body."
"So..." Scott said. "Um...ice water...yeah...good idea."
"Shut up," Derek snapped. "Scott, did you get my mother's journals?"
"Yes, did you had this the entire time?"
"No.." Derek said with a growl. It was difficult to split his attention. "I found it a year ago when I started rebuilding. I didn't know they had survived. You want to find the book about bites, new werewolves.
"Scott turned on the light as Allison drove. "Your mom was a genius," He said flipping through the books.
"I know" Derek said weakly.
"Ok...describe his symptoms."
"He's not healing, the wound is black."
"My ass is turning black?" Stiles said and dug in his nails into Derek's arm. Derek gritted his teeth.
"Fever" Derek continued. "His body is trying to heal but isn't able too."
Scott wet his lips. "I dunno, I never been really book smart. I'm not sure if I can read this book."
Allison jerked the car to the side of the road. "You drive, give me the book"
Scott didn't argue and slide beneath Allison and took over the driver's seat.
"It's Allison," She said taking the phone. "You said fever?" She asked and turned on the speaker for Scott.
"Yes," Derek answered and let go of Stiles and let him sit up.
"I hate you and I'm going to kill you" Stiles said and then threw up nearly hitting Derek. "Oh god this is so gross," Stiles said as the werewolf ink dripped down his chin and chest.
"Did he ingest any type of plant?"
"No, you are in the wrong place, look for the bite. The bite is infected and black."
Allison nodded and flipped the pages. "Did you check the bite?"
"I looked at it, yes."
"He smelled it too" Stiles said and slumped in the tub. Derek reached down and pulled him up so his head didn't go under.
"No, I mean is there anything in it. Did a tooth or claw get imbedded?"
Derek body froze and his lip curled. "No, I'm such a idiot." He said and stood up "I haven't looked for that"
"Ok. You need to do that now."
"Hold on" He forcefully grabbed Stiles, lifting him out of the tub.
"We are going to..." Stiles said wrapping his arms around Derek and rested his head against his chest. "Have a talk about this man handling...at great lengths." Stiles whispered.
Derek put him on the bed and turned on his desk light and bought it closer. "Ok. You're on speaker" He said and laid the phone down next to the bed.
"Stiles, honey. Derek needs to check to see if the tooth is still in the bite" Allison said softly
"Oh god" Stiles grabbed the pillow and buried his face into it and he closed his eyes tightly. His mother used to use that same smoothing tone over his boo-boos.
"I expect Dinner after this." Stiles said peeping out from the pillow. "Because you and my ass have had too much intimacy tonight, I ain't no hollarback girl"
Derek looked into Stiles eyes. "This will hurt" He pushed a finger into the first bite and Allison jumped when they had heard Stiles scream.
"Take that exit" Allison said her voice cracking she pointed and Scott nodded and pulled onto the highway.
They were on their way to Derek's beach wiped sweat on his forehead with his forearm and he searched each bite.
"Found it!" He said triumphantly.
Allison jumped "Oh thank God, ok you are going to need to remove it." She said and looked at Scott feeling a bit hopeful. "After removing it from his body it should start to heal."
Derek got up and grabbed a brush. "Stiles open your mouth."
"There is a joke there...but I just...don't have it in me." Stiles said and looked at the wood comb in his hand. He opened his mouth and Derek put it between his teeth.
"Bite down" Derek didn't waste any time and fixed the light over the puncture. He reached into his pocket pulling out a knife. The wound was too small for him to get two fingers in to grasp it. He grimaced as he pushed the knife into the wound.
Allison covered her mouth and her eyes waster she listened to Stiles scream. Scott looked straight ahead, his was breathing hard. It was one of the worst things he ever had to hear.
"I got it" Derek said and bit his lip as he tried to loosen it up. It was in deep.
He got the knife beneath it and started to push it upwards. Stiles claws were out and he was digging them into the bed cutting into the mattress. He scream and bit through the wiped away the fresh stream of blood and the tooth came into view. He grabbed it with his fingers and jerked it out.
Stiles let out a sharp cry and fell against the pillow passing out.
"What's going on, is he ok? Derek?" Scott screamed.
"Shut up" Derek said and put his hand on Stiles back to feel his heart.
"He's fine" He wiped away more blood. "I got it. The wound is starting to heal."
Allison excitedly grabbed Scott's arm. "Is he going to be ok?"
"Should be." Derek held up the tooth in front of his face. The tooth was pulled from the root. It would be a very painful injury for a werewolf. It would take a week at least for it to grow back.
"We are about two and half hours out." Allison said.
"Fine" Derek said and hung up. Derek put the tooth in his pocket and walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands at the sink and looked up at his appearance and frowned. The emotions were boiling inside of him, he understood the angrier. He been angry since a child. He was mad at being drawn into this, mad that he cared.
He gripped the sink and it cracked beneath his hand but it was the other emotions that were worse. He closed his eyes tightly refusing to deal with them and grabbed a towel. He whipped it in the air and walked back into the room to clean up dried and dressed Stiles. He looked very frail but his color was returning and soon he will be stronger than he ever was.
When he woke, he would have lost his humanity, he would be like him.
He picked him up and carried him to the master bedroom and tried to make him comfortable. Another damn kid that he went out of his way to help to be rejected afterwards. He sat on the edge of the bed, he felt worn down, like old leather. He looked down at Stiles and exhaled stood up and walked towards a picture frame and blew off the dust. He was maybe 14 here, he remembered being so miserable being forced to come here during the summer. He just wanted to hang out with his friends and not his lame family. He wiped off the dust off the smiling faces of his family. He stopped when he reached his Uncle but then brushed the layers of dust off his face too. It was hard to remember what it felt like to have a pack. A real pack, a family. Stiles snored loudly and Derek glanced back at him.
"Scott will be here shortly. You'll be fine"
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