Okay so I decided to be as vague as possible with the bad bits so no worries.
Also, I am in need of assistants. I no longer know where I'm going with this story, I got bored with it and it left my mind so… any suggestions anyone could give me would be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 7a
Hurt
Going to school after everything that happened felt strange to Scott. With every step, he felt like he should be with Stiles, not roaming the halls of Beacon Hills High School. He thought school should be cancelled, it was cancelled after the night with the Alpha, so why not this time. The lacrosse field was closed at least; it was surrounded by crime scene tape and filled with cops. It all just felt so wrong to be at school. The only reason Scott was even there today was for Alison, he had to see if she was okay, but she was avoiding him. He caught glimpses of her, but every time he would try to go to her she'd be turning a corner and be gone. It almost seemed like she had miraculously acquired "Scott radar", she was always just out of reach. Then there was Jackson. Scott defiantly needed to avoid him. He could tell Jackson was pissed but he really couldn't deal with him right now. So the morning was spent chasing Alison and running away from Jackson. Wonderful.
The bell rang for break and Scott immediately went in search of Alison. He caught her sent and followed it, he followed it so precisely that he made it ten feet close to Jackson before he noticed him. Scott turned and fled just as Jackson raised his head and saw him.
"McCall, get your ass back here!" growled Jackson, just loud enough for Scott's wolf hearing to pick up.
Instead of stopping however, Scott picked up his pace and practically ran from Jackson. He turned corners again and again in an attempt to lose the hot tempered jock. Finally Scott made it to sanctuary, the boy's locker-room. It was there he realized that he had just run away from Jackson. Jackson! What the Fuck! Why the hell did Scott McCall, a werewolf, run away from Jackson Whittemore, werewolf wana-be but human, like a small frightened little girl? If he had to he could easily beat the crap out of the prick, so why didn't he? That's when made another realization: he felt guilty. Shame kept Scott from showing his face to Jackson and guilt kept him from hurting him. If he wasn't a werewolf Lydia wouldn't have died. The reason being at school felt so wrong was because he was only there to check on his hunter girlfriend (possibly ex-girlfriend) while his best friend, the newly bitten werewolf best friend, grieved the death of the girl he'd loved most his life with a creepy bitch vampire from hell. He needed to go to Stiles right now. What the fuck was he thinking listening to the vampire bitch. Scott turned to leave than froze.
"Peter!" escaped Scott's lips in a startled gasp.
"You didn't even sense me." Peter shook his head. "That's very disappointing. But I guess your distraction is understandable. It was a rough night last night, for a lot a people."
"What do you want?" growled Scott.
"I'm looking for Derek, have you seen him?" Peter asked, but Scott just shook his head 'no'. "Really? Because…" Peter stepped up close to the teen, put his nose up close to Scott's throat and inhaled. "…His sent is all over you."
Scott's heart had begun to beat erratically ever since he saw Peter, but now it was almost beating out of his chest and his body was trembling. "I don't know where Derek is." Scott forced himself to growl.
The Alpha's hands shot forward and dug into Scott's shoulder's. Scott's pride left him then with a 'yip' of surprise/pain. Peter's eyes were glowing but the rest of his face remained calm. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Peter all but purred.
"Really! I don't know! He was gone when I woke up this morning."
Peter retracted his claws and as he rubbed his hands over the wounded shoulders he said, "Well that's not very helpful, but…" he placed his hand on Scott's head and gave it a pat. "Good boy."
Scott's pride came back with a vengeance in the form of a deep, angry growl and he slapped the offending hand away. "You got what you wanted," growled Scott. "You can leave now."
"Actually, I didn't get anything I wanted. I still don't know where Derek is and you still haven't agreed to be in my pack."
"I won't help you hurt anyone. I'll never be a part of your pack." Righteous determination not to become a monster overrode Scott's instinctual fear of Peter Hale.
Peter's calm snapped and he threw the teen hard. Scott dented the lockers on impact. Before he could fall to the cold cement floor, Peter was holding him up against the lockers by the neck. Peter snarled, his eyes flashing red, but as Scott thrashed and growled, the Alpha stopped. He tilted his head and seemed to examine the boy.
"Ya know," Peter said conversationally like he hadn't just almost ripped Scott's throat to ribbons. "Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way. All you've heard is what I get out of this, we've never really talked about what you would get if you just joined me, except, you know, the whole not dying bit."
"What could you possibly give me that would make killing people okay?"
The hand on Scott's neck loosened and suddenly his lips were covered by Peter's. Warmth and pleasure shot through Scott like electricity. He wanted to turn away and escape but it felt so good. He felt disgusted but he also felt nice. It felt like home. It felt right, like giving his Alpha anything he wanted was the only thing he should thing about. And when did he start thinking of Peter as his Alpha? Now it was Peter Hale who was kissing him, murderous psychopath Peter Hale. Scott tried to move away but then his Alpha's hands are on his abs and warmth and pleasure followed them. Scott's shirt was then lifted off over his head and his Alpha's hands were everywhere, his tong was on Scott's and when the hell did he open his mouth for that. Scott's own hands clutched his Alpha's jacket but then it's Peter's jacket and he needs to get away! But then his Alpha is flush up against him, a hand kneading his ass and hips are grinding into Scott's and it feels so good. The world tips and he's on the cold floor, his Alpha covering him and grinding down again and again. He's so caught up in the pleasure and his Alpha that his pants disappear along with his boxers in a blur.
Then something is wrong, very wrong. Scott's in pain, he hurts more than he's ever hurt. He hurts but pleasure is still following the Alpha's hands and lips. Scott's mind and body are now full of contradictions:
He feels more pleasure then he's ever felt, but he's in as much pain.
His Alpha is making him feel so good, but Peter is hurting him.
It feels like home, it feels disgusting.
He wants more, but he needs to escape.
He's dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. It's too much not enough he can't take anymore he needs more.
Finally it's too much for Scott and he slips away into secure darkness that is unconsciousness.
