hello fanfiction faithful! my life is going great right now...me and my bf are happy! but enough about little old me...how are you? heres the next chapter!
chapter 9~ ..."your my kill of the night"
stiles POV
what the hell? where am I?
My head whips to the left, then to the right...this place is sooooo not familiar...
...then it hits me like a sack of bricks and when you get hit with a sack of bricks you tend to remember, or forget, a few things.
anyway...I remember that guy, whats his name?, David! oh my god...oh my god...Ive been kidnapped my a werewolf psychopath!
I struggle until I hear him, David Mc' Creeper, behind me.
"oh Stiles...Its nice to see your awake."
I look away from him.
"awe, come on. I don't bite...too much."
"whats your deal?!"
David makes a face between confused and amused.
"my...'deal'.." he repeats.
"Yes! your deal! your motivation!"
David looks completely amused now, it's as if he's toying with me in a way, trying to get into my head...well I got news for him, I'm not easy to decipher! haha!
"Lets just say Derek and I had a small 'disagreement' a while back and I want him to see my way of things...the only way to do that is to mess with something, or someone, he cares about...that would be where you come into play..."
David turns to me, a sick grin on his face.
"soooo, let me get this straight. You and Derek got into a 'disagreement' so you're gonna kidnap an innocent human boy. kinda 'ye old creeper' ish don't you think?"
"I don't expect you to understand, your too young and...too human.."
David spits out the word "human" like it's the most grotesque thing on earth. Whats so wrong with being human? really? I honestly don't see how life is so peachy as a werewolf. humans rock.
"Whats that supposed to mean?!"
David puts his face literally inches from my own and he grins again. oh god, I can smell his breath, is there a such thing as TOO MINTY...I mean SERIOUSLY...calm it down a bit, dude!
"It means whatever you want it too."
I roll my eyes, jerk.
(NORMAL POV)
Derek burst through the sheriffs door, sherif stilinski just stares at him blankly with part of a sandwich hanging out of his mouth.
"um...can I help you? uh..hale right?"
Derek huffs and puffs and...(NO! he doesn't blow the house down...stupid)...Derek is out of breath, he coughs slightly and clears his throat out.
"yes...Derek, Derek Hale, Have you seen stiles lately...he hasnt answered any of my texts."
"oh, Stiles was supposed to get some milk and other stuff from the market downtown but I don't understand why he wouldn't answer his phone.."
"well when did he leave?"
"not long ago, about an hour so...hes probably just caught up in traffic or something."
"okay, thanks."
Derek runs back to his car, stiles better be at the market..if not..he rally needs to explain why he wont answer me.
k so that's all I got for today, hope you enjoyed...Im worried about life and stuff and I just have no motivation.
please feel free to give me ideas and new story ideas, that would be helpful lol.
I want suggestions.
