Sabora: So, this chapter is going to focus a little more on Stiles relationship with his father and what kind of creature he really is. As for the MPreg, if I do decide to make it that it wouldn't happen for at least five to six more chapters if not more.
Summary: Everyone knows the forest is off limits in the small quaint town of Beacon Hill. The woods surrounding the large town home to Supernatural forces and prowling beasts that lurked around on the full moon. However, Stiles wasn't like the other sniveling humans, to afraid of a little danger and a little darkness. The woods was a second home to him a place to hide his kills and to take off the innocent mask of little red and bask in the glory of the darkness hidden inside his wide doe eyes. And if he happens to find a murderous wolf prowling around… Well, what better way to get rid of the evidence that his darkness left behind. And if the Alpha seemed to stick around after that…Well, Stiles always had a soft spot for tall males with a penchant for murder. Like seriously dark and fucked up Stiles/Derek.
Chapter 4: See it from the Outside
Stiles yawned snuggling closer into the warmth stretched out across his back. He heard a quiet whine in his ear and he opened his right eye still a little bit asleep, "bad dream?" He turned over allowing the human form of Isaac to cuddle into his arms.
He cooed softly rubbing his hands down the boy's back. Isaac let out a wide yawn himself flashing an impressive set of wolfy fangs as he drifted back to sleep. The distant hum of the shower shut off and a few seconds later the door to his bedroom opened and Derek walked in with a towel slung around his hips.
Stiles rolled his eyes sitting up in the bed making Isaac grumble rolling over to snuggle back into the warmth of the blankets ignoring the heated glances going on between his alpha and the male he deemed mother.
Three weeks. Three weeks of Derek and the rest of the pack slipping into his house undetected to slide into the bed next to him. The kids were growing antsy; the hunger flashing in their eyes as they felt the itch creeping through the marrow in their bones much like it did with Stiles. It had only been three days since Mr. Haddock, the abusive gambler, never made it home from work, his bones chewed to bits and buried across the forest of Beacon Hills.
Stiles grinned stretching out on his side of his large queen bed as Derek strode over lying on top of him covering him with damp skin and a warm masculine scent mingled with his Irish soap. Stiles gave a grin as Derek kissed him wide awake sliding the covers off his form to breath in the smell of sleep and comfort, kissing a trail down Stiles neck leaving bite marks down his chest.
"Mmm…as much as I love your wake up call, I have to get ready for school or my dad's going to break down my door and as funny as it would be to see your ass shot full of lead, I don't want to wake up Isaac."
Derek rolled his eyes collapsing on top of Stiles with a huff; Stiles felt his body respond to the naked hard muscles pressed in all the right places, but he willed his erection away and shoved Derek over getting off the bed.
Derek gave a smirk as Stiles bent to grab his clothes off the floor before leaning up. His back was littered in deep bites and his hips were raw with the marking of claws. Stiles stuck his tongue out throwing his ripped shirt at Derek's head, "Shut up, asshole."
Derek let out a laugh snuggling into the bed, "I didn't say anything."
Stiles rolled his eyes and walked into his bathroom to take his own shower. He walked back in the room twenty minutes later with his hair done and clothing fixed, ready to start the school day. He walked over to Isaac's side of the bed grabbing his backpack.
Isaac's hand shot out grabbing onto Stile's wrist pulling him down to plant a kiss on his cheek then rolling over to go back to sleep. Stiles gave a smile patting his hair before waving at Derek.
"See ya!"
Derek waved his hand closing his eyes to let the morning sun down and warm him back to sleep.
Stiles ran down the stairs to see his dad sitting at the table with coffee and a newspaper in hand. He leaned over and gave his father a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door.
"Two showers, Stiles?" His dad asked smirking.
Stiles gave a grin his eyes flashing under the fluorescent lighting, "What can I say, I like to be clean." His father rolled his eyes, "I think I'll just pretend that you're not lying and go to work without checking upstairs for someone in your bed."
"I am the sheriff for a reason, son." He gave Stiles a stern look before sighing, "You know I love you no matter what."
Stiles gave a warm smile his eyes shining with warmth and love as his father continued, "I know…I know I'm not your mom, god knows I'll never be able to replace her; but, you don't have to carry your burdens alone. I can hold your secrets too, you know."
Stiles dropped his backpack and enveloped his father in a hug feeling the love that his mother said she felt the first time she met her father flowing through his veins. The love of knowing no matter what, that he would do whatever it took to protect and keep his family happy. This man, this spark that started his life and shined warm eyes on his form as a child; taking gentle hands and guiding him on a safe path or when harsh hands grabbed him to pull him away from a dangerous road.
This man who, with all of his might, raised Stiles after his mother died in the fire when he was ten, much too young to hear your mother's cries as she burned alive - of a man, torn with grief yet strong enough to hold his son while he cried out for the loss of a mother; all the while, holding in the tears for the loss of his mate.
"I love you to, papa. And one of these days I will be strong enough to tell you the truth," he whispered in his father's ear. His dad smiled at him like he was the answer to life stroking a weathered and world weary hand down his son's pale face, "That's all I ask, son."
Stiles gave a childish grin, feeling like he was five again, just getting the training wheels taken of his bike. His dad shouting words of encouragements as he rode down the sidewalk feeling, like for the first time, he was flying.
"Wanna take me to school? I can always get a lift home?" Both ignored, but acknowledged the hidden meaning. To feel the strengthen of their bond as a father and son. Sheriff Stilinski gave a grin placing his cup in the sink, "why not. I feel like surprising Suzie by coming in early."
His dad grabbed his coat and they made their way to his cruiser. His dad pulled up to the school, and if he took the long way neither of them mentioned it. Stiles gave his father another hug before getting out of the cop car and making his way up the steps, heading to his locker.
Stiles gave a sharp grin and a discreet wave to Greenberg, who was, as usual, getting chewed out by Coach Finstock – this time, for apparently drunk calling the coach to sing Lady GaGa to him at 3 in the morning. The coach was still ranting as he made his way down the hall, "Seriously Greenberg; how do you even have my number?"
He made his way to his locker and narrowed his eyes to see Scott there with his head bowed. Even if he WAS human, Stiles would still be able to see the sorrow and frustration pouring off his best friend.
He strode up to his friend and when Scott looked up, Stiles let out an angry hiss between his teeth. A huge dark bruise lay across Scott's swollen eye and the cut on his lip looked no better.
"What the fuck happened?" Stiles asked angrily gripping Scott's lopsided jaw in his hands to brush his thumb across the bruise. Scott licked his lips nervously, "Three jocks from Pennhurst Academy decided to hit on Allison; they didn't appreciate it when we both told them to fuck off."
Stiles let go of his face, "did your mother give you anything for your bruises?" Scott rolled his eyes, "She's a nurse, what do you think?"
"That she chewed you out for getting in a fight with three men two years older than you."
"You sound just like my mother, "Scott whined his attitude improving as they made their way to gym class. "You didn't get too beat up did you?" Stiles asked.
"Nah, their coach broke it up; told me and Allison to beat it."
They made their way into the lockers stripping to change into their gym clothes. Jackson let out a whistle in Stiles direction, "Damn, Stilinski did a wolf get a hold of you or do you just like it rough?"
Which of course, had everyone staring at Stiles' back. Scott winced tracing one of the bites with his hand, "dude, what the hell; you get mauled or something?"
Coach Finstock yelled at them to hurry up, "If you dumbasses aren't out here within the next minute you're going to be doing suicides in the cheerleader's uniforms; not you Greenberg, you'd like it!"
Scott's eyes told Stiles that he expected answers, later. Coach had them running track all period; just what everyone wanted first thing in the morning. Jackson and Danny had jogged up beside them, "Dude," Jackson said, "What the hell happened to both of you. I didn't think you were into gay kinky sex, Scott; no offense, Danny."
Danny rolled his eyes used to the blonde's antics by now. "Go fuck yourself, Jackson." Scott rolled his eyes, "I was defending Allison's honor from Assholes, dumbass. It had nothing to do with Stiles…and eww."
Stiles gave a mock offended look picking up his speed making everyone jog faster, "Screw you Scott, I'm totally out of your league anyway." He said winking.
"Well?" Jackson asked Stiles. Stiles let out a haughty sniff, "sorry, it's on a need to know basis."
"Stiles!" Jackson called out frustratingly as Stiles picked up speed passing the lead runner. He proceeded to ignore Jackson for the rest of the class period. Jackson eventually gave up and began to run beside Lydia.
Scott and Stiles made their way into Mr. Harris's class Allison coming in not far behind. She had a worried almost sorrowful look on her face as she took her seat behind Stiles. Stiles gave her a soft smile, "He's fine; a little beaten up, but he has a hard head. Believe me; it'll be hard to hurt anything up there. If anything, this has made his love for you stronger." Allison gave him a grateful smile.
"Alright class, today we are going to be going over your reports for my class; to take a scientific theory or psychosis and match it with a time period and history with examples." Mr. Harris said as he walked into the classroom a bored expression on his face.
"You will be separated into a pair of two; I want each of you to write a summary about the other's work."
"The pairings are as followed - Jackson and Lydia, McCall and Greenberg, Suzanne and Allison, Stilinski and Danny…" and so forth.
Danny was actually pretty happy that he got Stiles as his partner. Despite being a smartass with an awful sense of humor, Stiles was one of the smartest if not the smartest in their grade. He looked over at Stiles who gave a friendly wave in invitation. Danny brought all of his paper work over setting his folder onto the desk.
He pulled out what he had so far before looking at Stiles' work which was already out. "Wanna go first?" Stiles asked. Danny shrugged, "why not."
"I did my report on the Black Death during Europe." They spread out the maps that showed a trail from the bubonic plagues that hit city to city. The map going from small spots to a huge tidal wave of disease eating up all of the countries with a black hungry mask.
Danny pulled out one of the notebooks, "Here is a recount from how to plague first made it into the European cities. It is said that it was first introduced to Europe at the trading city of Caffa in the Crimea around 1347. It first began during a protracted siege, during which the Mongol army catapulted the infected corpses of their own over the city walls to infect the inhabitants. The traders fled, taking the plague by ship into Sicily and the south of Europe, where it spread north."
Stiles looked at the varying pictures being passed towards him of bloated black bodies and tumored husks. His eyes glanced from page to page with the thirst of a rabid dog wanting to drink, but unable to.
"Oh, what a savage and wickedly smart thing to do; to take all your enemies down in the burning flames with you."
Danny gave a wry grin, "That's what I thought as well. Well, what's your project on?"
Stiles gave a nasty little chuckle, "Witiko psychosis."
"Bless you," Danny said humouredly.
"It's not something that is funny, Mr. Mahealani," Mr. Harris voice said behind him as he walked up to where they were sitting.
Stiles looked up as the teacher continued to speak looking Stiles right in the eye as if indulging in a particularly juicy secret, "The Witiko psychosis has led many down the path to eating human flesh. Sometimes even while the person was still alive. The mind so warped and twisted at the loss of humanity; they eat only on human flesh filled with nothing, but the raw need for the taste of fresh long pig. Those with the disease wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into the weak and buttery flesh of another human.
Stiles narrowed his eyes as the teacher continued.
"It is said that when two people regardless of whom they may be - best of friends, life mates, or even lovers get lost in the forest and run out of supplies that they eventually will turn on one another in desperation. During that time a malevolent spirit will watch the fight with interest. And when the weakest falls the victor then feasts on the human flesh and the spirit then turns them into Wendigo. Morality has no part in nature's law, right Mr. Stilinski?"
"Hence why we have the laws of nature," Stiles snarked out.
"I believe you of all people, should know about the case of Swift Runner and his family, then?" Mr. Harris whispered seemingly out of breath.
Stiles smirked his eyes almost glowing, "In the winter of 1878, after the death of his oldest son and only twenty-five miles from food supplies, he butchered and ate his wife and five remaining children."
Harris nodded never breaking eye contact with Stiles, "Yes, indeed he did. He also claimed that a beautifully hideous creature watched him as he did so. It was said the creature's amber eyes spurned on his hunger. That the creature was extremely tall with white fur and tight skin stretched over bone. And that upon him finishing the deed the beast turned and left taking with it the hunger for human flesh."
Stiles smirked, "Well, it is also said that a Wendigo won't turn just anyone, but that they do enjoy watching as a man's humanity is destroyed."
Mr. Harris hissed, "and sometimes there are people who fight the Wendigoes; I'm sure you know about Jack Fiddler as well?"
Stiles lips twisted into a snarl, "Of course, if I'm doing my research on this subject why wouldn't I?"
"Are you sure it's just your research that led you to knowing about the man?"
"Umm…Mr. Harris…?" Lydia said hesitantly not understanding what was going on between teacher and student. Adrian Harris straightened up placing his teacher mask back on to hide the monster below his skin just seemingly noticing that their conversation had an audience.
"Class is excused for the day." Mr. Harris gritted out.
"But, we still have fifteen minutes left." Lydia stated.
Mr. Harris glared at her, "If there is a single person left in here in the next five seconds they will be serving detention…all semester." The students fled out into the halls deciding to head to third period early.
Stiles was the last one out and both he and Mr. Harris exchanged dark looks coming to the realization that they both were a lot more dangerous than the other thought.
Stiles little merry band made their way to lunch and as usual both Allison and Scott wanted some of his food. "Dude, what was up with Mr. Harris?" Allison asked taking a bite filled with sausage, potatoes, and peppers.
Stiles shrugged, "I dunno; he's just an asshole because my dad gave him that speeding ticket."
Scott nodded already on his second plate, "Dude, I remember that; he was so pissed at you that day; he gave you like three detentions."
Stiles shook his head, "Don't chew with your mouth open, Scott. It's rude." Scott obnoxiously opened his mouth to show Stiles his chewed up food. Allison let out a sigh as she took her last bite, putting the fork down on the plate.
"What kind of sausage was that? It was amazing; I'm going to have to get my mom to buy some to cook!"
Stiles chuckled, "Sadly you won't be able to; that's 100% organic honey. You don't buy it in a normal grocery store."
Allison rolled her eyes, "You keep saying that, and one of these days I'm going to get the answer to where you get your food from!"
"Keep dreaming." Stiles laughed.
Scott yawned rubbing his full belly, "So, tell me why your back looks like world war III." Stiles sighed rolling his eyes, "I may or may not….have gotten a boyfriend."
"Wait, what!?" Scott cried out. "When where you going to tell me about this?" Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes, "now; now was a good time."
Scott went to say something else, but the bell rang signaling lunch was over.
"I expect to meet him!" Scott yelled as they went to separate classes. The rest of the school period passed by quickly and Stiles nearly ran out of the building.
Scott was coming up the back in a fast pace, but Stiles was almost off School grounds. "Stiles!" Scott called out grabbing the back of Stiles shirt hauling him away from the road.
"Come on, tell me; do I at least know him?"
Before Stiles could answer a sporty black Ferrari Enzo pulled up next to them its tires squealing on the asphalt. Scott dropped Stiles shirt in surprise as the tinted window was rolled down. An attractive male who looked around twenty-two was behind the driver seat sunglasses on his face. He gave a charming grin full of white teeth, "Yo, need a lift, Stiles?"
Scott was still staring at the impressive car with his jaw hanging open. Stiles smiled getting into the passenger seat before waving bye to Scott. The car sped away before Scott got to ask if that was his boyfriend or not.
"I didn't know you had a fancy car?" Stiles purred relaxing in the expensive leather seat. Derek gave a saucy grin, "there are a lot of things you don't know yet, sweetheart."
"Dude, can we get something to eat; I'm starving!" a female voice piped in from the back.
Stiles looked behind him to see Erica and Boyd sprawled out on the backseat. Stiles gave a smile as she leaned forward before running his fingers through her pretty blonde hair and kissing her on her head. "I know just what to feed you guys tonight." He purred. No one fucked with his best friend and lived.
-behold the might of scene change-
Scott let out a cry of pain rolling over to stare at the clock on his nightstand. It was 11 pm. His mother came in with a trashcan placing it by his bed before laying a cool cloth on his burning forehead.
She looked at the thermometer in his mouth with a frown, "It says your temperature is normal, sweetie; maybe this is just a 24 hour bug. I'm going to go to the store to get you some Orange Juice, okay."
She left closing the door behind her. He let out a muffled scream into his pillow as everything seemed to buzz around him. For a second he thought he could hear his mother getting into her car and mumbling out a "Shit" when she dropped her keys between the car's seats.
He stumbled into the bathroom, heaving into the toilet. Dark red almost blue blood splattered into the bowl. Scott groaned resting his hot forehead on the porcelain. He gums were aching and he let out a cry of pain and shock as his teeth fell out of his mouth with the slightest touch.
Tears streamed down his face in pain and confusion as he tried to rinse his mouth out with water just to heave up more blood. The tears kept falling down his face in pain and confusion and he stumbled back into the bedroom to look for his phone.
He heard the latch to his window open and a red hooded person stepped into the bedroom. The person was shorter than he was, but they wrestled him back onto the bed with ease.
"Shhh….it's going to be alright." The person murmured; he didn't know why, but with the blood and pain pumping through his veins the voice sounded comforting and familiar.
Familiar amber eyes stared at him, but he couldn't pinpoint where he saw them before. All he felt was just a knawing pain in his stomach and he let out a cry; he was just so very hungry.
The person held up a bloody piece of unknown meat holding it to his mouth. He tried to turn his head away in revulsion, but the person grabbed his jaw roughly waving it in front his nose. He groaned hungrily before letting out a scream as sharp teeth slid out of his gums and grabbed onto the meat swallowing it hungrily.
The person let out a sigh of relief stroking his hair comfortingly, "Shhhh….Scott; everything's going to be alight."
Scott whined; he was still so hungry. Why wasn't this person feeding him anymore?! The hooded figure let out another laugh and shoved another piece of meat into his mouth long talons scraping against his tongue and sliding out of his mouth to wipe the tears of frustration from the corner of his eyes.
The person kept stroking his hair in a familiar comforting way, "The pain'll pass, Scott. It always does."
The hooded figure began to hum, "Follow sweet children. I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the Sorrows…Weep not poor children, for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions."
The line seemed familiar, like he had heard it before somewhere. But, his head hurt too much and he couldn't think!
"Rest now dear Scott for soon you'll way into the calm and the quiet." The figure whispered kissing his forehead.
Scott was just so tired and the pointy teeth in his mouth kept stabbing his lips making him bleed all over his sheets. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
"Scott." Scott murmured sleepily turning over. "Scott." Scott shot up in the bed hands going for his mouth just to find his normal teeth and he looked down to see he was lying in bed in his pajamas. His mother looked at him worriedly, "are you alright?" Scott nodded clenching the wet washcloth in his hands.
"Just a scary dream, mom." He whispered.
"If you need anything just give me a call okay, sweetie?" Scott nodded trying to shoo her off back to bed; she had the morning shift and it was 2 in the morning as it was. She sighed and placed two pills and a glass of orange juice on his bed stand before leaving. He waited until she closed the bedroom door before bolting to the bathroom.
Everything was spotless. No blood or puke anywhere. The dream had seemed so real… he narrowed his eyes and got on his hands and knees reaching under his sink's cabinet grabbing something hard in his fingers pulling it out.
He held the object up to the light inspecting it. It was a bloody tooth. He felt around in his mouth, but all of his teeth where there.
The night was just getting stranger….
Stiles looked up at the full moon a smile on his lips. Derek stood behind him his hands around Stiles' waist as they watched the rest of their pack feasting on the remains of the football players and coach.
"My mom always loved the full moon." Stiles said kissing Derek's hand.
"Really?"
Stiles smiles at Derek pulling him in for a kiss, "She said it brought the crazies out."
Derek laughed shoving a piece of long pig into his mouth kissing Stiles again.
"She was right."
"Come Little Children the times come to play, here in my garden of shadows…."
Sabora: Hurrah Chapter 4 is D-o-n-e. it's alright, but most of it was drabblish. We seemed to be developing a plot line now, though! And what of Allison's parents? Do you think they're still hunters? And if so, will they discover that Scott is no longer human? And what about Stiles dad, do you think he suspects something going on with his son?
And Kudos to everyone who guessed – WINDIGO