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Chapter Three: Thoughts of Conflicted Teens
The animalistic look on Derek's face was enough to make Jackson break out into sweats, his heart pumping faster than it ever had before in his life.
He couldn't bring himself to speak, so he opted for simply nodding his head, hoping the lycan would be satisfied with the indirect answer.
The lycanthrope's smile widened evilly. Lurching forward, he inserted his fangs deeply into the jock's neck. He growled as the scream of pure pain that ripped its way out of the blonde.
Retracting the canines, he rewrapped his hand around the bleeding neck, looking deeply into his eyes.
"Go. Come back tomorrow, that is if the bite doesn't kill you. Don't make me regret this. Go." He dragged him to the steps of his porch before flinging him to the ground.
Jackson grabbed his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. He nodded and stood shakily on his legs. He ran to his car, starting it and speeding away from the dark house.
Derek watched him run away, feeling the power within him increase as he added more members to his pack. He really wished the kid didn't die. It would drain the power. He walked around the house to the back, sensing his bloodlust growing.
He growled. He hated feeling out of control
He hadn't been able to shift in his new form at all; his wolf agitated over the fact.
Quickly shedding his clothes he faced the forest.
The lycan closed his eyes, searching within himself for the primal rage he had told Scott about. Finding it, he tried to tap into it and when he did he felt the full power of his wolf counterpart.
It was taking control.
Growls and snarls ripped through his throat, sounding incredibly animalistic. He parted his lips to make room for his growing canines. He fell to the ground, howling at the immense pain that shot through his body as his bones broke and reattached to fit his new form. He saw his hands becoming less and less human looking. His vision turned red, senses becoming stronger.
He snarled, turning his head sharply to the right at the sound of the heartbeat of a nearby deer. His lip curled over his teeth as he ran towards it at blinding speeds.
Following the smell he saw his prey, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins. He crouched down low on all fours, keeping the helpless animal in his sights. He jumped and narrowly missed it as it took off. He growled, quickly chasing after it.
He used his claws to propel himself forward, his once human legs now more powerful than before allowing him to run quickly. The wolf was enjoying this endlessly. His bloodlust was soon to be sated.
Closing in on his prey he dug his razor-sharp claws into its hind legs, quickly bringing it down. He crawled up the body of the struggling and frightened animal, his jaw locking around its neck, cutting off its air supply.
When the mutilated deer stopped moving, the new alpha devoured it. The wolf loving, enjoying and relishing the fear it tasted in the blood that covered all the flesh he ate. Blood splattered on his body as he destroyed the carcass beyond recognition.
Once his bloodlust was conquered he was finally able to let the wolf go and shift back.
When the pain of shifting slipped away from his body, he laid back on the forest ground, panting hard.
He hated not having control.
He didn't mind the savage way he had just killed and eaten his prey. No, that was natural for him; instinctual. He grew up with it all his life.
He just hated how this time his wolf part had, had full control. When he hunted, even when he gave himself over to the animal side of himself he always held some sort of power over it.
He was weak right now.
He needed to gather more pack members.
He needed his mate.
Damn him.
Damn him for rejecting the bond last night. Yes, he understood he had raped the teen but it wasn't like he could have controlled it. His human half hated what he did because he did feel bad.
He shook his head. There was nothing he could do about it now. He already apologized and explained to the teen what happened. Either way he would get his mate in the long run.
Standing up, he looked down at his naked body and grunted in disgust at the amount of blood and flesh that covered him. He shifted-the shift being less painful than the first time- and ran back home.
After a quick shower, he dressed and began to walk to the house of pup he knew he would be having the hardest time getting to join his back.
After all he had betrayed him…technically.
Jackson held the steering wheel with one hand and the other held a gym shirt to his bleeding neck.
The pain was unbearable, it felt like his neck had been completely tore up. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure that it wasn't. He couldn't go home, he knew that. But where could he go?
The face of the only person he knew would never judge him flashed before his eyes and he changed his route to head there.
Parking his car in the driveway of the blue house that held so many memories for him, he got out of the car, still holding his shirt to his neck, and rang the doorbell.
Not even two seconds later the door was swung opened to reveal Danny's smiling face only to have it change into a worried expression in less than a second.
"Jackson what the hell happened?" He asked frantically, quickly ushering him into the house, sitting him down in his kitchen chair.
The blonde groaned in pain as he gasped out an answer.
"Can't tell…you…"
Danny looked at him with concern for a second. "Doesn't matter. Hold on; let me find the first aid kit. I'll try to stop the bleeding as much as I can before we head to the hospital." He told him already dumping everything out of the medicine cabinet. Jackson's eyes widen, Derek would kill him if he went to the hospital.
"No! No hospital. I'll be fine."
"But Jacks-"Danny was cut off by Jackson's firm 'no'. He sighed but finally agreed. Finding the first aid kit he rushed to his side and removed the blood soaked t-shirt. He had never been as happy as he was now that his parents had put him through first aid training.
He cleaned up as much blood as he could and started to wrap the wound, his eyes tearing up at the fact that the most important person in his life was hurt so badly and he wouldn't tell him who did this to him.
The captain's eyes softened as he watched the goalie's frantic movements, hissing when he poured a large amount of rubbing alcohol. He rolled his eyes, knowing he had done that as a small payback for not telling him what he wanted to know. After Danny had healed him he watched as he cleaned up the mess he had made.
He let his hand cup his tan cheek when he kneeled in front of him again.
"Jacks, what the hell happened to you?" he questioned again as he tried to search the hazel eyes but all he found was the usual shields he used to hide his emotions.
The blonde's thumb caressed the warm cheek, wishing he could explain everything; wishing he could tell him he might die tonight.
Damn Derek for not telling him of that possibility before biting him.
"I can't tell you Dan, at least not yet." He whispered and the Hispanic teen, though unsatisfied, nodded, knowing he would find out when Jackson was ready to tell him and not a second sooner.
"Okay…come on; let's go upstairs so you can rest." He stood up and Jackson followed his lead. The tanned teen helping him climb up the stairs and laid him down on his bed.
The fair-skinned male winced as the movements irritated the bite but laid down on his side smiling when he felt his best friend climb in back of him and wrap an arm around him.
Danny was afraid Jackson would push him away; they had not slept like this since he had come out. He was pleasantly surprised when the captain snuggled in closer, taking his hand in his and interlaced their fingers. He let the warmth of his fellow jock lull him to sleep.
Jackson sighed when he felt Danny's body relax. He really wished he didn't die, that the bite would change him not kill him. He wasn't sure he would though, because his body felt oddly weak.
He squeezed the hand he was clasping, praying – something he never did – that the teen behind him wouldn't have to wake up to his lifeless body. It would scar him for life. Maybe coming here hadn't been the best idea.
He desired for the courage to admit his feelings to the only constant thing in his life but he figured under the circumstances it was best he didn't.
He felt his eyes closing against his will and instead of the fear he imagined he would feel, he felt peace. How could he feel fear when he was in the arms of the man he had feelings for? He let them close a single thought crossing the thresholds of his mind before darkness overtook him.
'I love you Danny…'
Scott McCall was cuddling with Allison wrapped in his arms on his small bed. He ran his fingers lightly through her dark brown curls, inhaling her sweet scent.
This was the second day she had spent with him. After her dad had dragged her out of the Hale property, she had sunk out during the night and had gone to Scott's. She hadn't been back since and no one from her family had come to look for her either.
She was not going to be a hunter.
Not when her boyfriend was the one she was supposed to be hunting.
She snuggled closer to him, smiling when she felt him kiss the top of her head.
"I love you…" she whispered, pressing a kiss to his bare chest; the thrill of saying those three words still hadn't worn off.
The tanned male smiled into her hair, unable to believe that she truly felt that way; after everything that had happened between them he couldn't conceive the idea that they were back together.
"I love you too…"he mumbled into her hair, shifting slightly to hold her closer to his naked body. Silence sheltered the room; no words were need between them.
Suddenly, the lacrosse player sat up, pushing his girlfriend behind him when a thud resonated throughout the dark room. His eyes turned amber, fangs elongated when he saw the dark figure stand at foot of his bed.
"What the hell do you think you are doing here?"
The intruder raised his eyes to look at the girl who frantically tried to cover her body with the thin bed sheet.
"Leave." The one word left no room for arguments.
"You can't tell her t-"the teen was cut off.
"I can and I am. I won't repeat myself again pup. Girl, leave now."
Scott growled at him but turned his gold eyes to her. "Go downstairs." He told her softly.
Allison looked at him and then at the male just a few feet away, uncertainty filling her brown eyes, clearly not trusting the other man. Scott cupped her cheeks between his hands and pressed their foreheads together.
"It's okay. Trust me." He kissed her lightly and she nodded. Holding the sheet close to her body, she kept a good distance between herself and the other man as she grabbed her discarded clothes and left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Scott spoke up.
"Okay, she's gone. What do you want?"
Derek moved to sit on the chair he kept near the window. "For you to join my pack."
Scott snorted at him. He knew he would join Derek despite the fact he took his only chance at being human, but that didn't mean the wolf could just assume he was going to.
"You're crazy. After what you did, I don't want anything to do with you."
Derek smirked, something he had been doing more and more often as of late, he had been expecting this resistance.
"I did what I had to do, pup. I will not explain myself to you."
The short male got up from his bed, dressing quickly, he already consider the elder as pack, as family and that was made the betrayal hurt even more.
"I just don't get why you killed him. You know how much I wanted to be human. I don't want to be a werewolf." He swung his arms in the air, completely forgetting the alpha could hear the blimp of his heart.
The other lycan stood up walked up the teen so that they were face to face.
"You are lying. You like being a werewolf, more so now that the hunter girl has accepted you. I killed him because he was my uncle. I killed him because he killed Laura. The moment I found out he was the alpha things changed. It was no longer your right to kill him, it was mine."
Scott didn't have anything to say because he knew the other spoke the truth, he stared at him. He understood his reasons, and was thankful he had shared them, but he still couldn't fully get over the treason.
"Thanks, I guess…I—I'll join—"
Derek interrupted him, satisfied and pleased that things had gone smoother than he though they would.
"Good. I will call you out soon; make sure to come no matter what." He turned his head to look at the door. "Stay here, I need to speak with her." He turned and walked to the door.
Scott growled threateningly, jumping in front of the taller man, baring his razor-sharp fangs at him.
"NO! You will not go near her. I won't allow you to."
Derek snarled, grabbing the tanned teen by the throat and pinning him to the door.
"I wasn't aware I needed your permission! I am your alpha and as your alpha you should trust me with your mate." A look of confusion crossed Scott's face.
"Mate?"
Derek let him go, sighing. He was not going to explain the mate concept twice in one day.
"I'll explain later." He seemed to be explaining a lot of things lately. He moved to the door again, pleased when Scott stayed where he was. He stopped before he left, a thought crossing his mind.
"It's reassuring to know how much Stiles means to you, considering the fact you did not even ask about him." He left the room, slamming the door shut and leaving Scott feeling guilty.
Using her heartbeat as his guide he found the young girl in the kitchen fully clothed this time. She frowned and backed away when she spotted him.
"Relax." He commanded and against her will her body did. "Do you love him?"
"Yes" she told him with conviction, knowing the wolf was testing her.
"Are you using him? Playing with him?" he paid special attention to her heartbeat and scent for any dictation of deception.
"No, I would never. I left my family for him." Her heartbeat remained steady, relieving some of the worry that haunted Derek over the relationship between the two teens.
"Will you remain loyal to us and only us?" That was the question that would define the role she played in the pack.
"Yes." Her voice came out strong and confident. He looked deeply in her eyes, respect for her growing when she showed no signs of fear.
"Make sure it stays that way…" when she nodded he left the house at an inhumane speed, once more leaving the teens alone.
As he ran, he noticed night had already fallen. The moon, though seemingly full to human eyes, was not in fact full but its power still called out to him.
He felt the decision made by Stiles through the one-sided bond and ran faster to his house.
After the long walk home, Stiles was in immense pain, his lower back was aching and he was sore as hell. He flashed his worried father a reassuring smile when he looked at him oddly because of his limp; he knew he had failed miserably. The pent up emotions of the traumatic night finally trying to break free.
"You okay, son?" the aging man asked as he got up from the couch.
"Yeah, dad. I'm fine." His voice cracked under the weight of his emotions. His father gave him another odd look but accepted his answer.
"Why didn't you come home last night? What the hell happened to you?" he asked, the concerned tone sounding angrier than before.
"Dad, can we not do this now. I-I can't….I-"The brunette felt his lips quivered, and he took in a shaky breath, trying not to cry. His father's forehead wrinkle in concern and worry, he placed a hand on his son's shoulder, shock taking over him when he flinched away.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Stiles let out a humorless chuckle.
"Yeah dad. I'm just going to head upstairs…" He limped up the stairs, leaving his father worried and confused.
He let his mind go blank as his body went on auto-pilot. He turned on the shower, wanting to wash everything away. He undressed and as soon as the water was warm enough he stepped in. He grabbed his bath sponge and began to scrub himself raw. His skin turned an angry red as he desperately tried to get rid of the dirt and grime that covered him. He tried to get rid of the shame he felt, he tried to get Derek off of him. He collapsed on the shower floor in a sobbing mess. He brought his knees to his chest, covering his mouth with his hands to muffle his loud sobs.
Why did this happen to him? Wasn't his life hard enough the way it was already?
The water began to get cold so he shakily stood up; he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his bedroom. He went to his closes t threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt. The brunette slowly climbed under the covers of his bed, even though it was barely dark outside. His thoughts raced to a hundred different places.
His mate. He was Derek's mate.
Just the thought made shiver run down his spine, both in antipathy and want. Both sides of him warring inside his mind.
The side that wanted Derek, which needed Derek. It craved the dominance the elder had over him, it wanted to get fuck by him and only him. The side that want to submit and pleasure him as if his life depended it.
Then there was the other side of him; the side that was cursing the lycan to deepest parts of hell. It was cursing himself for being weak and giving in. He took a shuddering breath, trying to get his emotions under control. He had a choice to make, one that seemed already made in his opinion.
Does he accept it or does he reject it?
He got off of the bed, moving to his desk; he got out a sheet of paper and decided to do something his mother told him to do when he had a hard choice to make.
Make a pro and con list.
He quickly scribbled "pros" on the paper and wrote down anything that he thought would benefit him from agreeing to this.
Pros
Get laid regularly
Have a protector
He is attractive
Won't get "raped" any more
He will no longer be single
It is just about sex, there are no feelings involved.
Be more included in "pack" things
Won't be a sidekick anymore
He sighed as he drew up a blank. He decided to write down the cons.
Cons
He is an ass
He is mean
He is an ass
He is a jerk
He is an ass
He is too sexy
He is an ass
He raped him
He has no sense of humor...WHAT SO EVER!
Stiles looked in exasperation at the paper when he saw what he wrote. Technically there were only two things that were bad about agreeing to this, considering the fact that being sexy wasn't exactly an offense and just because he rewrote something didn't make it count more than once.
Could he spend an entire lifetime with such an ass? He knew he could.
Could he get over the fact that he had hurt him the way he had? He scoffed, he already had. He had forgiven him the moment it had happened, he was just finally letting the emotions he withheld out now, but the wolf was already forgiven. Stiles couldn't deny he wanted the wolf right now.
No matter what he decided his heart fought against him and he remained conflicted. He leaned back against the chair, closing his eyes.
"Mom…what should I do? He hurt me and part me wants nothing to do with him but part of me wants to be with him so bad…." He sat up straight when he realized what he said, and he felt something within himself feel at peace at the last part. He guessed it was his soul.
'Destined mate…. joined souls….'
Derek's words reverberated through his mind. He was destined to be with him. He became acutely aware of a pain in chest. It felt like a tugging sensation. He brought a hand to rub the area above his heart.
'Listen to your soul….'
It hurt. His soul was hurting. It was yearning for him.
He knew what he wanted now.
No matter what had happened between them, it could eventually be forgotten. But he knew he could never forget how his soul had felt so happy to be with Derek's. He would never forget the pain he felt at being away from him. Yesterday was just bad luck for them, it had been a mistake and mistakes could be redone.
He shot up from the chair and rushed outside intending to run to the house, ignoring his dad's cries for him to come back. He didn't pay any mind to the way his body ached from the exertion he was placing on it. He looked at up at the now dark sky, the moon light covering his face and he suddenly felt as if everything would turn out okay. He had made the right choice.
That was 20 pages hand written! *wipes forehead*
I really enjoyed writing this chapter though I had a bit of trouble with Stiles. I think I rushed through it: /
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