The Real Love Story of Beacon Hills
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Chapter 3 - Wolf Moon Part 3
After practice the three friends were in the woods trying to find Scott's inhaler that he lost last night. They were talking about how amazing Scott was at practice as they stepped through a stream which Stiles picked Arissa up and carried her over. Kissing his cheek she smiled and fell into step with her boyfriend, they linked arms as they all walked through the woods.
"It felt like I had forever to catch the ball." Scott said giddily. "Also, I'm hearing things I shouldn't be able to, smelling things-"
"What kind of things?" Stiles asked as he walked behind Scott with his arm still linked with Arissa's.
"Like the Mint Mojito gum in your pocket." Scott stated.
Stiles looked confused and dug through his pocket with his free hand.
"I don't have any-" he stopped as he pulled out a single stick of Mint Mojito gum.
"Huh." Arissa stated.
Scott then gave them an 'I told you so' look and walked off. Stiles and Arissa looked at each other and smirked.
"So, all this started with a bite?" asked Stiles curiously.
Not hearing the knowing tone in Stiles' voice Scott answered, "What if it is infecting my body, like I'm being flooded with adrenaline before I go into shock?"
"You know I think I've actually heard of this." Stiles said.
Arissa smiled, "Yeah! I think I have too. It's a specific kind of infection."
"What? Really?" Scott asked eagerly.
"Yeah, yeah I think it's called…" Stiles said.
"Lycanthropy." Arissa finished for him, both keeping straight faces as Scott faced them.
"What's that? Is that bad?" he asked worried.
"It's the worst." Arissa told her friends shaking her head dejectedly.
"But, only once a month." Stiles mentioned.
Scott was paying close attention to his two friends with a confused look plastered on his face, "Once a month?"
"Yeah." Arissa nodded.
"On the night of a full moon." Stiles finished.
Arissa and Stiles then howled like wolves. Upsetting Scott, he pushed them.
"You're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles said in defense.
"This is serious guys! What if something is seriously wrong with me?" he asked.
"We know! You're a werewolf!" shouted Arissa joyfully.
Stiles jokingly growled. When Scott looked unamused they both sighed.
"You know we're kidding." Arissa told their friend.
"However, if you see us in shop melting all the silver we can find, it's 'cause Friday is a full moon." Stiles said as they finally stopped walking.
Scott looked at the grown and said, "I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body, deer came running, and I dropped my inhaler."
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles said reasonably.
"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. Those are worth like, eighty bucks." Scott said as he crouched down and started sifting through leaves.
Arissa looked up and gripped Stiles' arm tightly at the man standing and watching them. Stiles turned and tapped Scott's shoulder at the sight of the brooding man in a leather jacket. The three friends turned and faced the man as he walked forward with a grumpy face.
What are you doing here?" he asked.
When none of them responded he continued.
"Huh? This is private property." he said condescendingly eyes raking over the three of them and lingering on Arissa.
She held onto Stiles tightly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and she sandwiched her head between his chest and chin.
"Sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles said.
"We were just looking for something, but… forget it." Scott said at the man's squinted glare.
Suddenly he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Scott. Then turned and walked away. As he walked away Scott looked at his inhaler in his hand.
Once the man was out of sight, Stiles turned to Scott.
"Dude! That was Derek Hale! Remember? He's a few years older than us…" Stiles said.
At Scott's confused look, Arissa mentioned, "His whole family burned to death like ten years ago."
"Wonder what he's doing back." Scott said as they all walked away.
Scott went off to work but Stiles and Arissa went to their favorite spot, it's an old park that has been abandoned. They laid out a blanket and looked up at the stars, both their heads were leaned against the others and their hands were clasped together.
"Stiles?" Arissa whispered, not wanting to ruin this moment.
"Yeah?" he whispered back.
"Is this forever?" she asked.
He turned to look at her, she kept looking up at the stars. His eyes traced every line of her face and tried imagining a world without her… and he couldn't.
"I hope so." he whispered, almost like this was a secret for only them to know.
When she turned to look at him, he cupped her cheek with his left hand and placed the softest of kisses on her lips. They laid there kissing and holding each other, even when the rain started they refused to part. Once the thunder came they finally decided to go back to his house to warm up. That night, like many others they just held each other as they fell asleep, enjoying the body heat. Arissa was almost completely on top of him, both in the center of the bed.
The next day, was long and Arissa was just looking forward to watching her boys tryout for first line. That morning Stiles was excited because he once again overheard his dad. There was wolf hair on the body in the woods, maybe Scott really did get bitten by a wolf. Arissa was late getting to the field. Once she arrived she waved at Stiles and he smiled at her. When she overheard Coach Finstock saying that making first line will make their parents proud and their girlfriends will love them. Arissa rolled her eyes, looked at Stiles and mouthed 'I love you'. Stiles made his way to the bench and sat as Scott played. Watching as Scott moved with amazing agility and flips over players to score a goal.
When Scott makes first line Arissa walked over to Stiles and quietly asked, "What the hell was that?"
Once the tryouts were over, Arissa and Stiles rushed home, pulled out their laptops and started searching. They searched for anything and everything that could explain what's been happening to their friend.
Werewolves, strength, health, speed, shift, wolfs bane, bloodlusts, full moon, packs, bite, hunters, silver, flesh eating, monster.
All things they read about over and over all night long. Stiles not taking a break except to cover Arissa with a blanket at four in the morning, when she finally fell asleep.
In the morning, when there was a knock on the bedroom door Stiles answered it, revealing Scott.
"Get in. You have to see this." Stiles said as he sat back on his chair and Arissa stood from the bed.
"We've been up all night reading. Websites, books, everything." she told Scott.
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked Stiles.
"A lot, doesn't matter. Listen." Stiles said.
"This about the body? They find who did it?" Scott asked and threw his bag on the bed and sat.
"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale." Stiles said getting off track.
"Stiles..." Arissa said.
"Right." he said then turned back to Scott.
"What?" he asked.
"Remember the joke from the other day?" Arissa asked.
"Not a joke anymore." Stiles told Scott.
At Scotts look Stiles continued, "The wolf, the bite in the woods, Arissa and I did all this reading. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHY A WOLF HOWLS?" Stiles said getting spastic as always.
"Should I?" Scott asked
"It's a signal, of their location." Arissa replied.
"RIGHT! When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the pack." Stiles said quickly while pacing and using hand gestures, "If you heard a wolf howling, others could've been near by. A pack of 'em." Stiles finished by taking a deep breath.
Arissa watched with slight adoration to her boyfriend's behavior.
"A pack of wolves?" Scott asked surprised.
"No Scott…" Arissa said.
"Of werewolves." Stiles said.
After a moment of quiet, Scott got up agitated.
"Are you both seriously wasting my time with this?" he grabbed his bag, "I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"We saw you on the field today Scott. It wasn't just amazing, it was impossible." Arissa said calmly.
"I made a good shot." he said.
Arissa rolled her eyes, "No! You made an incredible shot! The way you moved, you speed and reflexes. People can't just do that overnight. Then there is the vision and the smelling and hearing. Also, you don't even need your inhaler anymore." Arissa ranted.
Stiles stood behind Scott watching his girlfriend act just as erratic as he had. Loving every bit of it.
"I can't do this now! We will talk tomorrow." Scott shouted.
"Tomorrow?" Stiles and Arissa shouted.
"It's a full moon TONIGHT!" Arissa shouted back.
"Don't you get it?" asked Stiles.
"What are you guys doing? I've made first line, I have a date with someone I can't believe wants to go out with me, and it's all somehow perfect. Why are you both trying to ruin it?" he said angry.
"We're trying to help. You're cursed, Scott." Arissa said.
"And it's not just the full moon that will cause you to change. It's just also when your bloodlust will be at it's peak." Stiles said trying to get Scott to understand.
"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned like they were insane.
"Your urge to kill." Arissa told Scott.
"I'm already having the urge to kill." Scott glared at them.
Stiles turned and grabbed a book and read from it, "You have to hear this. 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right?" he said turning back to Scott, "No one's ever raised your pulse like Allison."
"You got to cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now." Arissa said and took Scott's phone from his bag.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked her.
She walked around him opening his phone and handing it to Stiles, he said, "I'm canceling this date."
"No! Give it to me!" he ripped the phone out of Stiles' hand and shoved him against the wall, making a fist.
"Let him go! Scott!" Arissa shouted and pulled his arm.
Scott shoved her back and she fell into the corner of the room. Stiles thrashed in Scott's hold, needing to reach Arissa and make sure she is safe.
"GAHHH!" Scott shouted and hit the wall next to Stiles and then, hit Stiles' chair.
Once he was released by his friend, Stiles dove for Arissa holding her close to his chest.
Scott looked at them with angry, confused eyes, "I'm sorry. I-I-I got to get ready for the party."
He looked back at Stiles and Arissa and shrugged, "I'm sorry."
When he closed the door Stiles grabbed Arissa and looked her over, checking for injuries.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I-I-I-I'm fine. It w-w-was just his b-bloodlust." she stuttered, shocked her friend would do this, "My shoulder hurts though." she said as she rubbed her right shoulder, the one that slammed into the wall.
Stiles helped softly move her shirt to look at her shoulder and saw a bruise starting to form. His anger spiked at his friend as she whimpered when he barely grazed it. Stiles looked up and noticed his chair now had three slashes, like claws.
Later that night Arissa was curling her hair, using her left arm, which was difficult but doable, when Stiles walked up behind her.
"Are you sure you want to come?" he asked her.
"Yes. Scott is my friend too." she said looking at him.
"Alright, but if your shoulder starts hurting anymore just let me know and I'll bring you back home." Stiles said then looked at her blue dress that hugged her beautifully, "You look stunning."
"Thank you." she blushed at his compliment then said, "You look dashing, and very hot. Another reason for me to go. I gotta keep those girls off you, you're all mine." she whispered seductively as she kissed him and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.
"Just how I like it." he said with a blush.
"Lets go." she said and they both left for Lydia's party.