Chapter 9: Stiles Uninvited: Werewolf control 101
After the fall out from two days ago Stiles was still pretty upset. He gave the Data to Derek yesterday and went for the car but then Derek just stone walled him and just said, "we're going to be working on rage control the next few days before the full moon, it won't be safe to have you around." Then he just turned and left leaving Stiles standing there totally stunned that he wasn't invited to their training.
"Am I really that awful?" he asks himself. "I know that the fever pitch of the full moon can drastically affect their moods and aggression, but did he really need to ban me from practice? It's not like I was going to hose them down with wolfs bane whenever I get mad. Someone just needed to put Erica in her place. She likes pushing people too much. It needs to stop."
"I should go over there and apologize," Stiles says after a few minutes of contemplation.
Stiles gets ready and out the door by 12 o'clock; seeing as he woke up at 10:30 and spent an hour moping he had gotten ready pretty quickly.
It's around 12:30 now. Erica and Isaac have been getting the ever living hell beaten out of them for around 6 hours now and they were due for a lunch break. But, unlike a few days ago they didn't have Stiles to take pity on them, and Derek was merciless. They both doubted they would get to take a real breather until two.
"Come up with something new."
"Come up with something unexpected, something completely unreadable. You have to have a flexible plan so that you can cope with anything that may come your way. If you're predictable you DIE."
Isaac was getting ready now. He was so tired of getting beat up. He needed a plan. He decided on a practical route to attack with, but with a disguised ending too appear going for the obvious to give Derek the opening he couldn't help but take. Isaac's one skill is knowing how someone was going to hit him next. It's a trained skill honed at home for years; used on the Lacrosse team to make him be able to weave in and out of the field and not get too much punishment. It's how he ended up making first line in the first place.
Isaac bolts across the train station bouncing off walls to try to get Derek to read his movements not read into them. He is five feet from Derek and he leaps from the nearest from the nearest wall directly at him. Derek swipes at his face, but Isaac has already forcibly maneuvered his body to a different target Derek's knees. He forces his arms down to tug himself downwards faster. He narrowly avoids Derek's slash a few of his curls getting nipped off as it glides just above his head. He turns his body to direct himself through Derek's Stance and he just glides his front body through kicks his legs spread and knocks Derek forward and off balance.
Erica could tell that Isaac knew what he was doing when he went this time so she had followed him far enough behind so that he could enact his plan and then she could do hers. Just after Derek was knock forward she knocked him back. Isaac was slipping clear out of their fall range. Erica grips onto Derek and forces herself on him. She smashes her lips into his in a kiss that can't be comfortable for him and she feels the satisfaction of victory. She stays there gripping onto him in his shock longer than he should've let her.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Derek snaps back into his body and tears her from him. Isaac pulls Erica back some as Stiles marches away yelling.
"Why did you do that Erica?"
"Because, I wanted the satisfaction, ever since he turned me all I can think about is getting in someone's pants it is practically painful."
"Oh."
"Never again. You hear me?" Derek says. Then he mutters "Stupid girl" as he marches after Stiles receding image.
It takes Derek longer than it should've to catch up with Stiles considering Derek is a werewolf. "Stiles, Stiles wait."
"Dude, what the hell?" He screams flailing his arms in frustration. "If you wanted to have some weird threesome with your two new betas that's fine but don't act like I'm an asshole you can't stand because of one outburst so you can do it. Don't say 'We're going to be working on rage control the next few days before the full moon; it won't be safe to have you around.' In some ominous tone, like you hate me so you can do it."
"Stiles we were training control. We have been for the last two days; they probably hate me by now. That wasn't my fault. It was entirely of Erica's volition. Isaac had just knocked me off balance his first success in two days, then immediately after she attached herself to my face. I was shocked. My wolf took over some and I didn't resist like I should have."
"Whatever Derek, I'm leaving. Don't worry you won't have to see my ass-hole-face until after the full moon." Stiles says getting into the jeep, starting it up, then driving away.
Isaac can hear the stomping from all the way where Stiles had parked his car.
"We are so fucked Erica. You really shouldn't have tried to make out with him."
"Shut up."