This is a rare occurrence! Two chapters in one day! :D I felt like it was necessary since I keep having big gaps in between each chapter. D: I will try to update with smaller gaps, but I make no guarantees. ENJOY! :D:D
Scott lay on the ground, unmoving. Derek backed up into a wall to keep himself from crumbling to the floor due to the amount of blood lost. The human side of Scott slowly climbed back onto his face, replacing the dark look of hatred the wolf had painted across his juvenile face. All of the wounds both had sustained from this battle had stopped bleeding and begun to heal.
Slight sounds of cracking and whimpering came from Scott's abused body. Derek stared at him to see if when he got up whether or not he was back to normal. Scott's whole body trembled as he tried to pick himself up off of the floor. After several failed attempts, Scott plainly lifted his head and stared blankly at Derek's blood-stained body.
"Derek..." Scott's voice was extremely weak and came out like a hoarse whisper, like everything was knocked out of him by a huge force. Derek shoved himself off of the wall and walked over to help Scott up. Wrapping Scott's right arm over his neck, Derek lifted the sixteen year old up off of the floor like he was a dirty rag that had been left on the ground to be kicked around.
"Derek..." He tried again. This time he began to cough uncontrollably, which caused his body to convulse each time he inhaled. Derek soon found a small couch and draped Scott over it. "I-I'm sorry, Derek..."
Allison logged off of her instant messenger and decided that it was time to pay Scott's best friend Stiles a little visit. See what she could find out before she and Jackson confront Scott at school.
Allison grabbed her car keys right off her desk and ran out her front door before her father could ask where she was going to in such a rush. As she drove down the empty road, she blasted music that would get her mind off of Scott. By the time she reached Stiles' house, her face was red and stained with tears. No matter what she did, she couldn't help but think of all the sweet sultry kisses she and Scott shared in their short time together. She took a deep breath and exited her car. After she only took a couple of steps toward Stiles' front door, Allison collapsed on the ground.
Derek stared at Scott in disbelief. It should have taken much longer for his wounds to heal. Just after a few minutes, Scott hardly looked like he had been in a dog fight and broken his neck. Derek's wounds, meanwhile, were still healing. Scott's were hardly visible.
Seconds later, Scott was standing on his own and spoke as if the Alpha hadn't been involved. As if the Alpha didn't control Scott's every move as a wolf. Scott began to walk around the room, testing to see if he was still injured in any way. This put Derek on edge. He wasn't certain whether or not Scott was all there, or if the Alpha still had a bit of control over Scott's actions. Nor was he sure what exactly was happening with Scott. He had no idea if what was going on with the smaller beta was because he was bitten, or because of other reasons.
Derek dropped Scott off at his house and waited until Scott had entered the house before pulling away. Staring out his front window, all senses alert, as Derek drove away. He wondered what exactly had happened back in the forest and at Derek's place. One minute they were training and the next, Scott was on the floor of Derek's house with a broken neck and several severe wounds. When he was able to move, Scott got up and saw Derek staring with wide eyes at him. After asking, Derek vaguely explained what Scott had done.
"Scott, you shifted in the forest and went on a rampage chasing me and attacking me in my own house. You were trying to kill me."
Derek had been pacing the floor as he spoke. Scott had been staring down at his feet, dumbfounded.
"The weirdest thing was that your eyes had gone from their usual gold, to gold tinged crimson. They were almost the same as the Alpha's."
Scott had asked what that meant, but Derek looked just as confused as he was.
He dashed up into his room, slammed the door shut and plopped himself down at his computer desk. He sat there, a bit frightened of what he was to become, and watched his monitor light up.
