(Hi everyone, and thanks for the reviews~ I meant to say where the time frame was and such, but alas, I forgot to include it. So I'm doing so now~
This is set post S2, but during S1. So, the hunters probably won't have any influence on this story whatsoever. I will probably bring them up in reference, but I won't have actual characters in the story... Okay, enough rambling! Let's just get on with this)
Something was off about those red eyes that were something that can't be explained normally. I mean, who do I know-or rather, who do I think-would have eyes like that? The only person who I thought could even remotely fit that was Derek Hale, a guy who moved near the local art school, out of this area. So, I don't know why he would be here, now, while the police are hunting for this half of the body. I don't even know why there even is an interest coming back here, what with his whole family burning down in that fire.
Well, there goes that idea, I answer silently. I check my phone, to see if Scott had sent me a text back. "No new messages" reads the screen. Yawning, I sleepily chide him for not returning my messages, and will have to pay him back later... Payback. I like the sound of that. Soon I drifted off to sleep, the thought of red eyes and half missing bodies disappearing.
The forest was dark. Like, a deafening dark with the only light being the slight reflectiveness of the tree bark. I couldn't place what kind of tree it was; my guess if I had to though, was either a maple tree or an oak tree. But these aren't common in California. Redwoods are more common than either of those.
Bah, getting all specific here. There I go again! I start walking towards the trees, seeing that it's the only thing that I can make out in this darkness. I hear this noise, and I think it's human. The tree isn't that wide, so I go around it. What I do see when I go around it shocks me; well, shocks me, then gets me a little bit more than excited; I see Lydia, my crush of ten years, on the forest floor. But she's naked, covered with dead leaves and mud and... She's pleasuring herself. I, of course, don't look away, because Hey! There is my long time crush making herself feel like the woman in the middle of a dark, most likely dead, forest.
She's making these noises, like it's the most incredible feeling in the world to her. Funny, because her boyfriend, Jackson, isn't here, so it can't be the most incredible feeling in the world; or, maybe it is, I wouldn't exactly understand how that feels. Ugh! Pull it together, I chide myself. I take my eyes away, and then I look back at her. She's stopped, turned her head to me. Opening her eyes, they reveal...
PENIS! :D (jk jk, XD)
They reveal the red orbs I've seen the night before. I gasp, taking a few steps back. She's on me in no time, staring up into my own brown ones. She smiles, lips parting to speak. "What's wrong, Stiles? Not afraid, are you? Not afraid of the Big. Bad. Wolf." Then she opened her mouth, revealing canines and went in to sink her teeth into me...
I awoke, screaming, panting and sweating, and screaming some more. I looked around at my room, illuminated by the sun, just starting to rise again, stating that I most likely had a nightmare, but it was over now. I calmed down, thankfully, after staring at the sun for a few moments, when a new sensation emerged. Why do I feel wet? I ask to myself. Throwing back the covers, well... I can see the result of what happened with Lydia. I had never had a wet dream except, well, except for now. I hear steps come up the stairs, my dad pushing the door open.
"Son, I heard you scream. Is everything alright?" He looked concerned, like something seriously bad happened.
I laugh. "Yeah dad, just having wet dreams like a normal teenager! Nothing like it." He groans and covers his face, the slight twinge of relief showing in his face.
He asked through his mouth "Do I want to know what it was about?" I scoffed, standing up. "Nah, I think we can leave that one uncharted territory... It did involve Lydia though, if that's what you mean."
He waved his hand, trying to keep his mind as clean as possible. "No no, that's quite alright son. You better clean up before school today. I'll see that, uh... your sheets get a good-
"Disinfecting?" I cut him off; He nodded, like it's the right word to use. I grin to go in for a hug, but he pulls back. Wait, that's right, I'm covered in my non-born children, and I doubt he wants to get any of that business upon himself. I settle with a pat on the shoulder before going to shower.
I get to school about five minutes before Scott does, who looks about the same as the night before, if not a little bit more healthy looking. "So? What happened to you last night, bud?" I questioned, following his pace as he walked.
"Well, nothing much. Except, that, well..." He stopped, looked at me, with a smile. "...I found the other half of the body."
I flipped out. "Dude, are you serious?! Oh my god, I think I-I think I love you man. Like, seriously." I gave him a bro hug, patting him hard on the back. "Where did you find it?" I say, putting my arms on his shoulders, looking straight at him.
He cleared his throat. "Well, I found it right around the place I dropped my inhaler. Which, by the way, we need to go and get; that thing is like, seventy bucks to replace."
I nod. "Yeah, yeah, sure man. Wait, w-what half was it? Top or bottom?" I stated, wriggling my eyebrows. He punched me in the arm, laughing. "It was the top half. Sorry about your desires of being dominant, Stiles, guess you'll have to get lucky elsewhere." He must have thought that was the most hilarious thing ever, because he started howling like a wolf with laughter. I roll my eyes, and start walking. "Yeah, well, don't see you getting any sometime soon. I wouldn't be saying anything." Just then, the bell rang, making us drop our little game.
As we went to enter the building, something caught the corner of my eye. As I looked again, I saw someone peering out from the side of a tree. They flashed away before I could make out what it was, but it looked human-like. I shook my head, thinking it was just leftover adrenaline from the previous night. Maybe English class will take my mind off of it.
Turns out it didn't, because I couldn't stop thinking about what that could have possibly been; a trick of the eye? An animal maybe? Or could it have been human? Or maybe I was just seeing things, like I thought I had? I was lost in my own world, so I didn't see the new girl sit next to us. I look at her, then to Scott handing her a pen, then back to her. There was a shift in his mood, his body language, and his emotions, which I had only seen one time before; whenever I see Lydia walk by. I smiled to myself, looking back out the window.
There it was again; that trick of the eye! Only, it stayed longer, so I could make out some sort of shape. It definitely wasn't nothing; wasn't a trick of the eye, I could see it clearly. Animal? No fur or feathers. Or claws, for that matter. Then it must be human. Female? No, too broad, even for a female. Definitely male, wore mostly leather, hair to the darker spectrum, most likely, but nothing else besides that.
I obviously wasn't paying attention to hear my name be called twice. "Mr. Stilinski!" I hear, snapping out of my daze, to look at the teacher, as well as everyone around me staring. "Is there SOMETHING you'd like to show us?" he asked, looking testy. I look back out the window, and he's gone. I look down, back to the teacher and say "no, sir... I was just, daydreaming about what wonderful things we're going to learn in your class this semester."
Buying my BS, he smiled, and then grew stern. "Don't let me catch you staring off again, Mr. Stilinski." I nodded, setting my head down on my desk; Scott giving me a What was it? look. I shrug, returning with an I don't really know look. That was the end of our communication until lunchtime.
By Lunchtime, we're walking around in the deep part of the forest, looking everywhere for Scotts inhaler. When it seems like we were in the right area, we kept on walking, deeper and deeper until nothing but trees surrounded us. This place looked vaguely familiar, I thought to myself. Scott seemed troubled, like we've gone too far.
I exhaled, looking at him. "Dude, we've been walking for what feels like more than an hour, and I doubt we'll make it back in time for fourth period. Can we please come back some other time?" He kept quiet. "Fourth period is gym, remember?" He slowed his pace a bit. "Gym tryouts for Lacrosse?" Stopping fully. Thank god I thought to myself.
"Okay, I swear it was right here. I know it had to be right here." Scott got on his hands and knees', digging around in the piles of dead leafs, While he was looking on the ground, I was looking around, admiring the changing autumn colors, when I looked dead ahead; there stood a man, who not only intimidated me, but took my breathe away. I could recognize his face in a crowd; Derek Hale.
Scott noticed my stillness, which is only characteristic of when I was on my meds three years ago, and looked up. He stood almost immediately, and quicker, might I add, than I was used to. Derek glanced over to him, studying him quickly, before looking back at me, eyes boring into me.
His voice was deep, and scratchy, when he spoke. "What are you doing here?" He inquired, taking a few steps toward us. "This, is private property." He dragged out the first word; spoke with clarity with the rest. Oh gosh, he has a really nice face. Stop it, Stiles.
Scott spoke up. "We were, just uh... Looking for my inhaler I dropped yesterday." As if on cue, Derek tossed Scott his inhaler from his pocket, who catches it perfectly, turned, and walked away. My eyes, for some reason, gravitated towards his back end, and how well those jeans sat and moved on him. I, again, so entranced in his rear end, that when I looked up, Derek was looking right at me, over his shoulder.
I jumped, turned a full one eighty and leaned on the nearest tree, acting as nonchalantly as I could. His gaze lingered for a moment; before he turned his head back around and kept walking. Scott waited about two seconds before busting up, howling once more at what just ensued.
"Oh come off it" I said, rolling my eyes. "If you had a back like that, you'd be begging to have it looked at too." I started off back the way we came, Scott catching up to me in a moment. "Okay, seriously dude; you have got to explain to me how you are getting so fast." He shrugs, which makes me laugh. "Well, at least you'll be well prepared for gym. If we make it back in time, that is."
Turns out that we did make it back in time, but only barely; everyone else was almost changed by the time we entered the room. The sight of this after seeing Derek Hale was somewhat pale in comparison. But, it's always nice to see something nice during your day. Coach was grilling everyone on how much he expected from everyone, especially Jackson, how it wasn't going to be easy, blah blah blah. I tune out about ninety five percent of it, knowing there is no chance of me getting on the team.
I put on the rest of my gear as we head outside, me taking the usual bench seat and getting it nice and warm. The best I could do is give moral support to Scott, talk to whoever got benched for injuries, or just watch the try-outs. Scott was really good; I mean, he was incredible even. That amount of strength is amazing; I'm even a little surprised. Then I saw his gaze focus on something in the background. I saw it was that new girl, who I had yet to find out the identity of. Danny was limping over to me, sporting a minor leg injury, and sat down. He didn't have a broken mouth though, so I asked.
"Hey, Danny... Who's that new girl over there?" He looked over.
"Brown hair? That's Allison Argent. Just moved here from San Francisco. Already hanging out with Lydia though, never a good sign." I raised an eyebrow to him.
He continued. "She's already basically best friends with her, and is invited to her party on Friday."
"Already?" I asked, looking at him. He's got to be joking, but he just nodded his head. "They're basically inseparable, the two of them. Scott seems to have taken interest though." He shook his head to the field, to show Scott getting up from a fall, eyes still on Allison.
I gestured for him to keep his eye on the ball! and he just shrugged, and got back on it. He was scoring goal after goal, even surpassing Jackson, which was subject to not only Lydia's cheering, but what seemed to be Allison's cheering also. Scott had eyes for Allison only, and I could see that this was starting something. Coach was even so proud of Scott that he made first string, making the two fangirls cheer even louder. All the team rushed in-even Danny with his bum leg-to congratulate Scott.
I also went to get up to congratulate him, but when I looked, I saw him again; Derek, standing just behind a tree, surveying the area. But instead of the area, he seemed to only be looking in my direction. When I leaned back to look, I ended up falling over, hitting the ground with an audible oomph!
"Stilinski!" Coach yelled. "What the hell are you doing?" I sat up, looking back again. Derek was gone, once more, out of sight. I looked back at Coach, who looked like he was expecting an answer, eyebrows raised eyes slightly wide. "I...thought I saw, a spider?" I weakly offered. I hid my embarrassment as the team started laughing. Okay, Derek, I think. It's time to see what you really are doing.
When I got home, Dad was sitting at the table, reading an open file about the recent body they found. When he saw me, he closed the file and rubbed his eyes, downing the last eighth of his Jack Daniels.
"Hey son." he said, face lighting up from his usual stressed face to a slightly happier one. When my mom passed away when I was younger, we both suffered hard from it. But we both had each other through the tough times, so we slowly got better.
"Hey dad... How is the case going?" I inquire, pulling up a chair.
"Well, there isn't much to go on; her body was cut in two at the waist, and we only found half of it." He rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the stress on his back. It's tough, being the chief police officer.
"Sorry about all this stress Dad... If I could help in some way, I'd be happy to." I offered, looking at him.
He smiled. "Thanks son, but I think we can handle it. At least the public doesn't know about it, right?" we both chuckled at the thought, letting this whole situation go into the back of our minds.
"Son, go get cleaned up for dinner, and we can talk about your first day back to school."
"I like that idea."
Dinner was steak, one of the few things that Dad actually knew how to make well. I talked about Lacrosse, of course not getting on the team, but how Scott made first line, which was a good time; we had a new girl in our class, who Scott is really gaga over; and finally, about how classes went. Of course, I left out the part with Derek Hale; I don't know how he would react to that. But, one less thing to have to worry about.
"Well, son, it sounds like it's about the same as last year, right?" I nodded, finishing the last bite of steak and setting down my fork.
"Yeah, well, when it's me, I don't change things that are right the first time. Although, I would have liked to make it onto the team, maybe talk to some more new people, possibly slam Lydia up against the locker an-" Dad swung his arm, stopping me.
"You're not trying to tell me about your 'previous incident' this morning, are you?" I choke on the water I had previously sucked down, going into a coughing fit.
When I finally did get enough air back into my lungs, I set my cup down. "Dad, no! I mean, it's far too Pg-13 rated to be one of my dreams. Which, you don't want to hear about either." He shook his head, declaring himself "good" in that department.
Anyways, I told dad he could go and watch sports or something, while I cleaned up. When that was done, I told my dad I was going to turn in early, so I could get away for a little bit. He said alright, and bid me goodnight, which gave me a good amount of freedom; Dad doesn't linger, which is something that I was more than happy about.
After I was alone, I booted up my laptop and went to work. "Alright, let's see here... Let's see, let's see, let's see" I chanted to myself, typing into my computer random things that interested me; that grumpy cat meme, the newest comedy video from that one channel on YouTube I like so much, research about glowing, red eyes, checking Facebook and Twitter... Oh wait, one of those doesn't fit, I don't think. Oh well, I suppose.
As I sat in bed, trying to get to sleep, I had the creeping suspicion that I was being spied on again; like all day with Derek. Several times, I would jump up, because I thought I saw something, but when I checked my window, nothing was there. By about the thirteenth time I checked, I had had enough.
"Okay, whoevers there, or Derek." I spoke the second one more quietly, because I thought it was impossible. "I know you've been spying on me all day, and I would really like to get to sleep tonight, so if you don't mind, stop watching over me like some creep. And if you don't, well, my dad's got a loaded gun just downstairs." Just then, a note flew under my windowsill; well, it wasn't so much a note, but foreign bill-Twenty Euros in fact- folded in half.
When I picked it up, it read:
"Who said I was spying? I'm simply keeping an eye on you. Now stop worrying about me and go to sleep."