Love On A Full Moon


I love the enthusiasm for my story! Thanks to my thirty-one reviewers. I will continue this story! I appreciate the things you guys said. The twins idea has been done

before, but I think everyone puts their own flavor and ideas in it. I wanna do that, and I'm glad that you guys are giving my story a chance. It means a lot to me.

OK!Enough of the mushy-mushy! Are you ready for more Ellie?

[Disclaimer: Teen Wolf's awesomeness sadly was not created by me.]

WARNING: Beware Minor Vulgar Language!


Chapter 2: Second Chance At First Line part one


I still got bored waiting for Stiles and Scott's lacrosse practice to end, so today I decided that I would wait on the bleachers again. Scott filled Stiles and I in about the whole Daddy Argent is a hunter thing. TERRIBLE NEWS! On top of that, I'm still suspicious of Derek even though Scott told me that he saved him the other night. I am NOT giving up that easily.

It's time for a secret mission: CODENAME: DH001

As soon as my attention was back on the field, I saw Scott being tackled down by Jack-off, aka Jackson-hard. I saw Finstock teasing him again, and it really pissed me off.

"Hey Finstock! You kiss your mother with that mouth?" When I saw his face almost turn red, I smirked.

"One more word from you Stilinski and you're banned from my practices!" I huffed and sat down, ignoring my brother's facial expression. Finstock is a total douche.

Scott had went back to the front of the line, I knew it was wolf time. I could see that even through his helmet that he was giving Jack-off the stare-down. This was not good!

I watched as he pushed Jackson way too hard. Jackson fell on the ground, clutching his shoulder in pain. The team surrounded him, but my eyes were on Scott and was in pain as well, and I went to follow them. I looked closely- his eyes were glowing that dangerous yellow.

I was walking toward the locker room, but I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned around and faced the asshole who dared to step in my way. Well would ya know, it's the prime suspect, Derek Hale.

"You shouldn't be around him." He said sternly.

"I have to help them," I responded, "My brother's with him."

"He'll hurt whoever's in his path. I need to help him." He reasoned with me.

"According to him," I said defiantly, "He doesn't want your help."

"I don't care. He's going to get it anyway. Don't let him play that game." The lone wolf is always the stubborn one. "Tell him that."

"I'm not your messenger, tell him yourself." I said, walking in the other direction toward the car. I had only been a couple of seconds away from him when I heard him sigh loudly. Ha! Take that!

When I was sure that Derek was gone, I ran the other direction toward the locker rooms. When I got there, Stiles was breathing heavily, and holding a fire extinguisher. I furrowed my eyebrows, but rushed to him.

"You alright, bro?" He nodded breathlessly. "What happened, Scott?"

"I don't remember." He told me, taking off his helmet.

I turned to Stiles, "Let me guess, he tried to kill you?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He said, standing up.

"Oh, so Derek was right. I thought he was just saying that to scare me."

"You spoke to Derek?" Scott and Stiles asked at the same time.

"Yep." I answered, "We had several exchanges."

"Ellie, I told you to stay away from him." Stiles scolded me.

"I didn't go to him, he followed me when he saw me following you. He told me to stay away from Scott." I crossed my arms, "Now I'm glad I did."

"Ellie, what else did he say?" Scott said, moving close to me.

"He said that you can't play Saturday."

"But I'm first line!" Scott argued.

"Don't shoot the messenger, Scrappy doo." He glared at me, so I smiled sheepishly, "Too soon?" Stiles joined in the glaring, "Sheesh, sorry."

"He's right, you can't play saturday."

"But I'm first line." Scott repeated.

"Not anymore." I told him sadly.


I was at home in my room, watching Wipeout. This is some pretty funny shit. I was completely enjoying myself until I heard Stiles yelling.

"Knock it off, dude. I'm watching tv, you could jack-off later!" I shouted to the other room. He continued, so I stalked to his room in my pajamas and barged in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled in irritation. He was sitting at his computer yelling for Scott. I went to stand next to him, and finally saw what was going on. Derek was finally delivering his message. Next thing you know, Derek just disappears off the screen.

"What the fuck?" I managed to get out after a minute of staring at the screen. Stiles just got up and ended the call.

"Ellie, I need you to listen to me. Stay away from Derek Hale." He ordered me, only he didn't make me pinky swear, so I'm off the hook.

"You say that like I go around stalking the guy." I smirked inwardly. Stiles was not amused by my answer.

"Just listen to me, for once."

I sighed, "Fine."


The next day, I was suffering through French class with Madame Labeau. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that Allison was on the other side of me. I was quietly ignoring her, drawing useless things in my notebook. I went to France last year to study the language and I'm pretty fluent now.

"Ms. Stilinski!" She scolded in her heavy french accent. She suddenly smirked, I swear that she was out to get me since I spilled coffee on her by mistake while she was flirting with the principal. "Ask Bobby for directions to the library in french. Now."

I smiled and turned to Bobby. Cute guy on the lacrosse team, but total dickwad if you ask me. He was smirking too. "Je pense que ce serait merveilleux si vous lécher le chocolat de mon-"

"Stop it! Arrêtez! Arrêtez!" She cut me off. That wasn't actually what she was asking for, but it was in French. I should get extra credit for having such a vast french vocabulary. Bobby was staring at me in wonder and awe. Allison and a few nerds in the front were laughing, knowing what I had said.

"I was only going to end with strawberries!" I smiled innocently. I literally saw her face turn red, but before she could kick me out, the bell rung. I got up and collected my books, stopping in front of Labeau's desk. "See you tomorrow." I left her room while she was seething.

I met up with Allison at the door, "That was hilarious! Where did you learn your French?"

"I studied at the source last summer. They still put me back in here, but whatever, I get a kick out of pissing her off. What about you?"

"Oh, my aunt Kate taught me. She used to vacation there a lot." Allison suddenly looked excited, "Oh, hey, do you want to come to hang out with me after the game on saturday? It's just going to be me, Scott, Jackson and Lydia. You could bring Stiles too." I frowned at the Stiles part.

"Sure. Why not?" I agreed, smiling. The day was finally over, and I was ready to go home and take a long nap.

I spotted Stiles in his car blinking a lot and facepalming himself. Damn him and that adderall. I approached the Jeep and got in, turning to smirk at my twin.

"You know, taking that much adderall will only make your ADD worse." I teased, while he started up the car.

"Don't say that out loud!" He hissed to me, almost speeding to Scotts house. "Scott said he found something about the body."

"Cool."

When we got to Scott's house, Stiles parked the car and practically ran out and through Scott's door without looking back. I walked out at my own pace, laughing when I saw Stiles trip up the stairs. I ran up to Scott's room.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?" He said all in breath, "And yes I had a lot of adderall today." I smirked and poked him, seeing him blink a thousand times.

"Stop that!" I raised my arms up in defense, then focused on Scott.

"I found something at Derek Hale's."

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you kidding? What?"

"There's something buried there. I smelled blood."

"Wow."

"That's awesome," I gave him a look, "I mean that's terrible, whose blood?"

"I don't know," Scott answered, "but when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder and then you and Ellie can help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there is no way I'm not playing that game."

"Yikes."

Once we were in, Scott went for the morgue. Stiles and I stayed in the waiting area. Stiles immediately stopped and starting looking flustered. I looked behind us and saw Lydia, sitting down.

"Dude, are you serious?" I sniggered at him.

He took a deep breath, "It's time."

I leaned back on the front desk and watched Stiles go up to her and begin to confess his undying love to her. Only from my angle, I could see that Lydia was using her headset, and could not hear a word that he was saying. After she finally took out her headset, I waved to her and sat in the chair on the other side, waiting for my dorky brother. When he rounded the corner, I had to press my hand to my lip to keep from laughing.

"Shut up, Ellie."

"It's okay, bro. She's playing hard to get." I teased, receiving a glare from him. "Ooh, tough crowd."

"The scent was the same," Scott informed us, making me jump.

Stiles and I stood. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Scott nodded. "Which means Derek buried the other half of the body."

"So I guess that means we are on another secret mission huh?"

"Pretty much," Stiles said to me, "but we're going to need a shovel."

"Leave the shovel to me." A smile graced itself upon my lips. I saw Stiles and Scott staring at me, "What?"

"I worry."


I drove Scott and Stiles in the Jeep to Derek's house. By the way, it is still very creepy that he still lives in his burned down house. Just saying. Scott, Stiles and I waited outside until Derek left in his sexy car.

Scott did his doggy thing and sniffed around until he remembered where the body was buried. I gave Stiles and Scott their shovels and I decided to wait in the car in case Derek came back.

I heard Stiles freaking out after a while, so I got out of the car to investigate. I saw Stiles pulling out a flower attached to a rope. Holy crap, wolfsbane.

"Wolfsbane." I whispered. Stiles pulled it out of what seemed like a spiral.

Stiles was still walking around us holding the wolfsbane when Scott called out to us, "Stiles, Ellie."

I turned my head to him and saw him staring in the hole. I looked down and I got a little nostalgic. There, in the hole, was a girl- the dead girl that I saw in the woods just days ago. The very face that I saw in those woods.

Holy crap, Derek is the killer.

Not good.


Contrary to my protests about Derek to Stiles and Scott, they still wanted to go to the police about the body. No one listens to me. Scott and I stood there, watching the exchange.

"This is a bad idea." I said to Scott, watching Derek get in the car.

I saw Stiles going straight for our dad's cop cruiser. Naturally, I followed him, just to see just what the dumbass was doing.

"Stiles," I hissed, "What the hell?" He didn't answer me, so I followed into the driver's seat. I was prepared to argue with him, but I saw it as unnecessary, considering the fact that Derek was just sitting there.

"Ok, just so you know I'm not afraid of you." Stiles told him.

Derek glared at him, but said nothing.

"Bullshit." I smirked. "That was your first lie." Derek just glared at us both. He's the traitor, not I! "By the way, not my idea." He just looked at me.

Stiles sighed loudly. "Alright, so maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed- she was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean she could turn herself into an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"What makes you so sure about that?" I unconsciously defended Derek. Stiles just stared at me weirdly.

Derek finally spoke, "Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're going to do huh? Keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you two can." He leaned forward -my breath caught in my throat- and whispered somewhat husky, "And trust me, you'll want to."

"I don't know if he'll listen to me, but I'll talk to him." Before I could get any type of response from Derek, I was dragged out of the car.

I didn't have to look up to know that it was my father.

"Hello, dad! Isn't it a nice day?" He frowned at me.

I blame my twin.


French Translation:

E: I think that it would be lovely if you would lick chocolate off my-

L: Stop! Stop!

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Hey guys! I know that it's a little late, but I had lots going on this week! Anyway, I had to separate the chapter into two parts again. Hopefully I can finish the next part in a day or two. Keep those reviews coming! I see a Derek stalking mission in the future! wink-wink! Bye bye until later!

~RealHuntress18~