Chapter 3.
I woke up the next morning feeling bright and energetic. I was on my own though in a far corner of the room. I sighed,got up then went into the kitchen. Everybody tensed when they saw me. Everyone except me looked to Derek. He got up,sighed then steered me out of the room.
" What's your name?" He aked slowly once we were sat comofortably in a bedroom on the seocnd floor.
" I'm not stupid. My name's Poppy De Lupo." I shot back.
" Well you're not growling ,howling or snarling so that's good. Now what year is it? How old are you? What are four signs of agression?" He said,smiling. It lit up all of his features and made him look cute.
" It's 2011,I'm 15. Four signs of agression are shouting,punching( I punched his arm lightly when I said it),acting out and possible physical violence." I ticked them off on my fingers. Then I pushed him off the bed as I said the last words. I shot up and started to run. Still laughing he ran after me. I shrieked and legged it down the stairs.
"He's after me." I annonced,hiding behind Allison's chair "Don't tell him I'm here!" I was in a fit of giggles and couldn't stop. Someone jumped down from the top of the steps and stalked into the kitchen. It was Derek. Crap! I covered my mouth to stop the giggles but couldn't. I fell from behind the chair as Allison turned around to me. Her amused facial expression said it all. Despite only knowing her for a few days we had formed a strong bond and she considered me a younger sister of sorts.
"She's hiding behind the chair isn't she?"
"Yes."
He launched around the table and grabbed me. I fake screamed and breathed in deeply. Finally I could breathe again! But not for long sadly. Somehow I was fifteen and being tickled still made me laugh. I was on the floor laughing so hard I was red in the face. Stiles helped me and his hands lingered on mine longer than necessary. It was a saturday so there was no school.
"What are we supposed to do today?" Scott yawned. No-one really knew. Instead we spent the morning cleaning ,talking and watching TV.
Twenty minutes later:
I was sat next to Derek watching an horror flick called the Howling when a shrill cream interupted us. I sat boltright up to smell a burning smoke. It was coming from the kitchen! I ran and ran as fast as I could. Allison was huddled int the corner while Scott had the fire extenguisher and was attempting to put out a rapidly growing fire.
" Guys! I don't need this house burning down again!" Derek called from the living room. I flinched and helped Scott in his attempts to quench the flames. But nothing worked. Derek ran in his eye growing crystal blue.
"Allison get too." He yelled. The smoke had congregated into a fully pitch black cloud now. I coughed in and gasped. Stiles was outside but he ran in immeadietly after I started coughing. Scott was guiding his best frind and girlfriend out while Derek and I attacked the fire together. Finally it was put out. But there was a slight problem. I could barely breathe. Derek turned off all electricals in sight with his werewolf speed coming into play then lifted me into his arms and ran from the house. The fire depatment came and Scott went to McDonalds for us all.
"So what hapened at school yesterday?" I asked over lunch. I was sat between Derek and Stiles somehting that had't ben light on my mind. Scott had said they were fighting and it didn't take a genius to figure out over what. They'd both been fighting for my attention for a couple of days when I met them. Scott and Allison were feeding each other chips,laughing and occasionally including Derek shifted uncomfortably. What had I said wrong? Nobody answered me. I knew Derek was a werewolf and that thing in the forest definitiely was,it bit me,I was faster and stronger ,all of my senses were heightened. And if someone was bitten by a werewolf then...
I shoved my chair back and ran from the room. It had all come together. I was a werewolf! My normal life where I was normla was gone. Now I was lycanthropic. And I would change once a month into a monster that could kill omeone. I sat on the roof with my knees hugged to my chest staring at the half moon blankly when I felt someone pull me closer. I burst and began to sob. I didn't care that I looked like a child. I felt like one. I wrapped my arms around Derek's shoulder and sobbed into his chest as the sky grew darker.
Chapter four.
I had recovered from my panic and had sort of accepted it. I was a werewolf! It turned out the thing that bit me was a Alpha that needed a pack. It could control us ( Me and Scott (Scott was one too,I'd found out during the explanetion)),make us change and force us to kill. But no-one could control me.
"I'm not being bossed around by a furball with legs and teeth no matter how important it is."
I would train with Derek and Scott three times a would help me pefect my skills. In the kitchen and my room at Derek's house there was a poster saying " Fourteen days to the full moon." They were all over the house and every day Derek ,Scott or even Stiles would cross out a number on it and re-write the sentence. My foster mother phoned me a week after I decided to live at Derek's house.
" Poppy! When are you coming home?" She asked,desperate " If you don't want to then just say,'s onot a sin you know! You're at that age now,you're making a lot of important decisions now. Heck at your age I was married and had my first child Alice." I badly wanetd to explain to her and to tell her everything but I knew I couldn't.
" Thank you for understanding Mum." I said as relief flooded through me. I'd called her mum becaue all my life she looked after me,nurtured and cared for me. She was my Mum. I cried silently with the tears dripping onto the wodden floor.
" I'll come get my stuff this afternoon."
Stiles walked past me and saw me on the steps,hugging the phone like a teddy bear. He whimpered then sat beside me.
" What's wrong?" He wondered. I shook my head. I couldn't tell anyone my problems. Not even Stiles who I had a bit of a crush on. He hugged me and my stomach flipped.
" I told my foster Mum that I was moving out. She was so nice about it. I've left her on her own in that big houe though." I blurted. I felt safe around other people asked I just said I was fine then walk away. But I couldn't with Stiles. He held me tight. Suddenly he lifted me onto his lap. I smiled ,half-heartedly and looked him in the eye. His brown eyes were bright and alive. I couldn't say anymore though. I just couldn't speak about it. He smiled at me and I felt my heartbeat rise. But I wasn't the only one. Stiles's heartbeat was so loud it was all I could hear. Faster than a bolt of lightening he kissed my cheek then stood up. Unfortunately for me I was still sat in his lap. So when he stood up I slipped but grabbed his neck. His arms flew up to catch me and I ended up in his arms bridal style. Which was the same way Derek had carried me from the house when it had set fire. We laughed together and he put me down gently. Blushing he walked into the room and sat by Scott and Allison. I shook my head in dis-belief and walked away in the direction if the kitchen. But I slammed into someone. Instinctively I growled quietly before noticing who it was. It was Derek. He was looking at me unsure of wheteher to approach me or not. I wanted to cry again at the look on his face. He was hurt,confused and sad at the same time. I apologised and tried to walk away but he caught my arm and spun me around. I faced him.
" Is something wrong?" He asked. I shook my head. I couldn't tell him too. But like with Stiles I felt drawn and safe like I could tell him anything and he would understand.
" It's nothing." I lied,tears already giving me away. He led me into the kitchen and we sat down.
" Now tell me what's wrong." He commanded once we sat down. Tears were now flowing freely again. I couldn't believe this.
" First I cry in front of Stiles and now you." I smiled ,weakly. He smirked and took his hand in mine
"Don't worry about it." He encouraged me " Just tell me what's wrong." Dare I?
" I told my Mum I was moving out and she was so kind about it. But I hate leaving her in that big the werewolf stuff is so new. Plus I've been telling everyone my problems lately and I hate bothering other people." I confessed. I blurted it all out and caught myself before I started delving into my past too. Gently he hugged me. Automatically I lifted my arms to hug him too. We hugged for a few more minutes before we broke apart. Blushing I got a glass of water and chugged it down.
"So are you adopted or fostered?" He pondered. I turned around to find his innocent expression in place. How did he know?
"How did you know?" I fumed. That was one of my most close-guarded shrugged nonchalantly ,like it was no big deal and he'd known all along.
" When you said Mom your heartbeat skipped but only on that one word." Derek explained. I calmed down. That would be a dead give away. I sighed and apologised.
" So which one is it?" Derek prompted. His face was alight with curiosity.
"I'm fostered by Eve Mangham." I finally responded. He frowned. What had I done now?
"So how did you end up with the last name De Lupo?"
"It's my real surname. It was the only connection I had to my parents."
"It's kind of ironic." He laughed. I looked at him , to the others Derek never laughed or smiled or showed any happiness at all. I must have looked confused because he sighed impatienlty and stood up. He was so much taller then me that he had to lean down slightly to see face to face with me.
"De Lupo in french means of the wolf. So your name translates as Poppy of the wolf." He smirked. I clutched the counter to steady myself. My name linked to my future. Was it possible? way! The world spun and I closed my it was short. A few seconds later I regained my balance. When I opened my eyes Derek's face was pale and he was scanning me to make sure I was ok.
"Are you ok? Pop?" He panicked. I nodded reassuringly but took it back a second later. A bolt of pain shot through my stomach and I doubled over. My vision went red again. This time I knew I was the pain had an unknown cause.
I screamed in pain had traveled from my stomach to the rest of my body and engulfed me. Derek gently laid me on my back.
" Stiles,Allison,Scott!" He ran into the room,Scott obviously making it before Allison and Stiles. I could only hear bits of conversation. I curled up into a ball on my side as the pain thundered through me. It was like a repetetive beat going through my system.
" Help." I choked out,quietly. Stiles and Derek leaned over me,both of their faces,heart-broken. I shivered as cold and heat swept over me in waves. The pain got steadily worse. The claws on my hand had re-tracted,my teeth were normal as was the rest of my body. I screamed again this time quieter and curled up tighter. Nothing could stop it. They tried to get me to sit up but I refused. I didn't want to move,just lay dulled slightly until I could hear the conversation through the haze.
" I'll drive her to the hospital and Allison and Scott can come with me." Someone was Stiles. A low growl sounded ,threateningly and I heard Stiles's heartbeat rise and thump louder in fear. Derek snorted.
"New plan. Itake Poppy to the hospital and you guys stay here." He snarled. Were they seriously fighting over this?
I summoned the last of my energy and croaked
" How about you all take me to the hospital?" All turned to me. Allison whispered to Scott. A few minutes later he nodded.
" We'll let you fight over who's driving while me and Scott get her in my car." Allison announced. I felt the slightest bit better but could only kneel up. I kneeled up to rest my head against the cup-board. The blackened floor under me never looked more appealing. Allison grabbed my arm and helped me up so I could stand. Only just though. Scott was so much stronger so he stood next to me in case I fell. Annoyingly I could only take five steps before collapsing. Thankfully Scott caught me before I fell and carried me out to the car. Allison grabbed my bag wiht my phone,house key and journal in before following us.I huddled into the back of the car. Allison and Scott stayed outside of the car,waiting. That's when I heard it. Shouting,angry shouting. It was coming from the house.