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Chapter Eleven: Transformation

Morrell shut the door of Deaton's cabin tight, and locked it, pushing a table in front of it for extra defense. She issued for the rest of the pack to sit down in the living room and rest, while she stood by the window and kept guard. She looked upon the pack, and saw how restless and hurt they were, and seeing them in such pain tore her heart in two. She looked at Erica, who was clutching her ribcage in pain, putting pressure on the bite mark that now covered her side. She looked upon Boyd, who ripped a piece of his sweater off and used it as a tourniquet for his mangled leg, which was now slowly healing. She took a glance at Jackson, who was damping several slash marks on his chest and arms. Scott however, was staring off into space, as his mind drifted to the one situation that was greater than the fight itself, Stiles.

"Scott, he's going to be okay. He has both Deaton, and Derek with him. He can't have any better supervision." She said, walking over to him. He looked up at her, and gave a pained stare.

"Are you kidding me?" he began, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, "I'm supposed to be his best friend, and I couldn't even protect him. He's dying, and I can't do anything about it because I'm locked up in some stupid cabin miles away!"

"Scott, it's my fault. He was looking for me on the field, and I was too busy fighting with Jackson to even notice him." Lydia said, stifling tears.

"We all should've been paying attention. We're all to blame for what's happening to him, it's all our fault he's hurt." Said Isaac. Morrell couldn't believe her ears. These kids are blaming themselves over something they have no control over.

"Enough!" she yelled, gathering the pack's attention, "Stiles wouldn't want you guys to argue over what happened or didn't happen. What really matters is that you're all fine, and healthy, and alive. He got hurt doing something. Something important. Stiles got hurt making sure you guys were safe, and right about now, you blaming yourselves isn't helping. He needs all of us right now, it's none of your faults, now stop moping and heal so we can find out what's happening to him."

They pack just looked at one another, and nodded, mending each others' wounds and helping one another out. In the beginning, they couldn't stand each other, but as time passed, they came to realize that they needed each other to survive. The phone rang, and Morrell rushed to pick it up, only to find Deaton on the other line.

"Is he okay?" she asked, genuine concern and hope filling her sweet voice. She took a glance at the pack, who were obviously listening in on their conversation.

"He's going to be fine, but … we have a little situation." Deaton replied hastily, "Derek, gave Stiles here the bite, and although Stiles' motor functions and everything are back to normal, he's fallen into a deep sleep, a sleep he won't take up from for about seven hours, and when he wakes up, he'll be extremely weak for about two days. The situation is however, how we're going to explain that to his father."

"Simple, the Flu." She replied, trying to enlighten the situation, "Or is there something else you're not telling me?"

"The Flu, how simple, yes, but except for the fact that he won't show any type of sickness, fever or nausea at all." He stated.

"Well, I guess we can say that his motor functions are acting up by some type of allergy?" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

"A toxin he consumed, making weak for two days. Sounds about right .. Thank you, tell the rest of the pack that he'll be okay. He's a strong kid." He said, before hanging up.

She walked towards the pack, and gave them a reassuring smile, "Stiles, is going to be just fine. The only problem is however, is that Derek gave him the bite."

"What?" said the pack in unison, as they began to stand up in shock. Derek giving Stiles the bite? That was rare. Extremely rare, considering the circumstances.

"The Bite? Are you serious? Stiles had to have been dying in order for Derek to give him The Bite. I mean, he was even offered it once before, but he denied it, claiming he still wanted to be human, much to my dismay." Said Peter sarcastically from the corner of the room.

Allison shot him an evil glare, and focused back on the conversation at hand, "How are we going to explain that to his Dad? I mean, the full moon? God, this all gonna fall apart slowly. Stiles can hardly control himself as a human, but as a werewolf? You've gotta be kidding me."

"He'll be extremely weak when he wakes up, so don't go throwing everything at him all at once okay?" said Morrell, casting a look onto the pack, "Besides Allison, Stiles can control himself much better than he puts off he can."

"Since Stiles is a new wolf, that means he's a part of the pack .. how's Derek taking it?" asked Erica, sitting back down.

"There lies a problem," Morrell began, walking around the sofa to face the window, "Derek ran away."

"He ran away?" she replied, raising an eyebrow, "Huh."

Peter had tried calling. He tried texting, he even tried writing down a letter and tying it to a squirrel for him to find Derek, but nothing worked. He was now walking through the forest, following his Nephew's scent. Peter shook his head, this was normal Derek behavior, walking away from a problem he can't fix, or probably could fix. He sighed, and looked around, seeing as Derek's scent stopped at the very location he was standing in.

"Nephew, just come out already. Stop being such a pansy and just come out already, we can fix this okay?" he said, twisting and turning to see if he could catch a glimpse of Derek, but he didn't, which made him worry a bit more.

"What are you doing here?" said a recognizable voice from behind a few trees. Derek stepped out from behind a tree, and faced his uncle. Peter squinted to see better, it was four in the morning after all, but this Derek didn't look familiar. His hair was messy, his clothes ripped, scratches and scrapes covered the majority of his arms and chest.

"Derek? What happened to you?" Peter asked, walking towards his nephew. With every step he took, Derek moved farther back.

"You haven't answered my question." Said Derek, the crimson in his eyes flaring like the molten lava inside of a volcano.

"Isn't it obvious? I came to get my nephew back. Everyone's worried about you, you've been gone for hours. Don't you wanna be there when Stiles wakes up? What have you been doing?"

"I left. I turned Stiles against his will .. he didn't want the bite, you said so yourself! What's gonna happen when he wakes up and finds out that he's a werewolf huh? That I bit him? He's gonna kill me! I didn't know what to do, so I drove away, parked on the side of the road, and just ran. I ran through the woods, falling over hills, breaking my bones, letting every stick, twig and branch cut me over and over again." Derek said, a flood of emotions washing over him. Peter sighed, and grabbed Derek, leading him over to a boulder that was under a large spruce tree.

"I don't think your reason of leaving was because you're scared of Stiles killing you. I think it's more of the fact that you almost lost him in the fight, Derek .." said Peter, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Derek's back.

"I didn't know what to do .. I – I didn't want to lose another pack member .. another family member. I can't deal with the loss of that all over again."

"I understand, which is why you need to talk to him about the change. You're the only person who can help him right now, and you know that. He's a part of your pack, biologically at least."

"Are you kidding me? I can't face that responsibility yet. As for now, I'm staying away, far away. He'll hate me, and then he'll probably come after me on his first full moon." Scoffed Derek.

"He cares about you. Enough to understand that you saved his life. Remember that." Peter said, as he got up and strode away. Leaving Derek to his thoughts and regrets.

A soft heartbeat was sounding in a small operating room. Deaton swiveled in his chair, and faced the still body of the young hyperactive teen laying on the operation table. He sighed, and turned back to his computer, searching up different documents on how to calm a reawakened wolf. A sudden shift was heard, and Deaton swiveled back quickly, a little too quickly, as he fell off of his chair, and picked himself up, dusting himself off. He walked towards Stiles' body, and saw that his eyes were fluttering rapidly, and he was flexing his hands in and out, as if grasping something invisible. The boy's eyes shot open, revealing a menacing pitch black color, before fading into his normal hazel-honey eyes. He blinked several times, and attempted to get up, before Deaton ran to him, and lied him back down.

"Stilinski, you're going to be weak for several hours .. well, more like days." Deaton said, as Stiles put a hand to his head, holding the throbbing headache he now received.

"Days? What the hell happened to me?" he replied, managing to get himself up on his two feet. He wobbled over to the chair, and leaned on top of the small coffee table for support.

"Well … you were injured in the battle. You fought extremely well, but one of the Alpha's basically almost ripped you apart, and you've been here since." Said Deaton. He realized the tone of his voice to late, which revealed he was hiding something.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me the whole thing here Doc." Said Stiles, raising his eyebrow.

"Um, I don't know … how to explain this but .." said Deaton, grabbing a chair for cover. He knew how severely strong werewolves can be when they're pissed.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuut?" Stiles annunciated, stepping forward a bit. Deaton jerked in reaction, holding the chair a bit higher, "Why are you so scared?"

"Just know that what was done was to save your life, Derek did it with the best intentions, and I'll have you know he feels very guilty about –" he began, before a loud shout was heard from Stiles.

"WHAT DID DEREK DO TO ME?" he screamed, holding up two hands, and clutching his face. His eyes glowed a dark onyx, and he slammed his fist down onto the table, breaking it in half. Deaton studied his move, and reaction, but this wasn't the normal anger for a newborn werewolf. Something was definitely off.

"Derek gave you The Bite .. but .." Deaton trailed off, his train of thought connecting two and two together.

"HE WHAT!?" Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs, "That sick-o! What was he thinking!? I didn't want this! HE KNOWS THAT! Now I'm a freaking werewolf! How am I supposed to explain that to my Dad!? Oh, hey Dad, I got bit by Derek Hale and now I'm a total creature of the night, so lock me in the station every full moon so I won't kill anyone! Yeah, that sounds believable!"

"Stiles .. I don't think you're a werewolf." Deaton said, confusion in his face, mixed with slight fear. Stiles' face calmed a bit, before contorting into pure anger once more.

"I'm a freaking Kanima aren't I!?" he said, throwing his hands in the air once more, "EVEN WORSE!" He suddenly felt very weak, and fell to his knees, and sat down, positioning himself to lean on a cabinet.

"That either." Stated Deaton. He face lit up, and he suddenly recalled everything. Stiles' advanced knowledge, the nightmares, the ability to be the one that was able to stretch the Mountain Ash further than needed, it was here. A little faster than expected, but it was here.

"So … what … am … I?" said Stiles in between heavy pants, regaining his composure, "Just what are you getting at?"

"Stiles, how much of your mother do you really know about?" asked Deaton, a small smile appearing on his face, while a look of confusion plastered Stiles.

"Um, all that I do know before …. Yeah." He said, looking off into the distance, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it was supposed to happen a lot later than now, but I guess since it's happened, I might as well explain what's going on." Replied Deaton, helping Stiles up to sit on the chair, "Okay, well. Your mother .. had a secret. A very supernatural secret."

"What do you mean Supernatural? Was she a wolf too?" asked Stiles, who was sitting quietly in the chair across from Deaton.

"No, she was .. a witch." He said, a smile appearing on his face, "Before she passed – God, rest her soul – she set a charm in motion, one that on the eve of your eighteenth birthday, all of her powers would be bestowed on to you, but seeing as Derek gave you the bite, it sped up the process, giving you your full Magi powers earlier. You have the ability to do anything you please, as long as you learn the right incantations. Hold on one moment, I think I still have the book."

"Book? What Book?" he asked, as Deaton returned with a small leather bound book in his hand, "This book, was passed down from generation to generation in your mother's family. It has all of the spells, charms, and potions of sorts that you'd ever need."

"What's this tagged portion of the book?" asked Stiles, as he examined the book more.

"It's the section with curses, offensive spells, and death incantations. They're extremely dangerous, and were always used by sorcerer's of evil." Said Deaton, as he handed the book to Stiles, "You my good friend, need to practice. Your mother was the greatest witch of her kind, and also the strongest. You now harness her power, use it well. Come, I'll take you home. You're going to be week for two days."

"Alright, thanks Dr. Deaton." Said Stiles, as they both began to leave. Maybe Stiles' life was going to get a little better after this newfound power? Yeah, he'd seriously doubt that.

Julian was slammed against a tree in the forest, knocking both him and the tree onto the ground. He wiped the blood that was making its way down his chin, while Elena stood over him furiously. She grabbed him by the collar of his ripped up shirt, and threw him into the ground, the dirt staining his face over and over. He got up to look her in the eye, her eyes flashing it's crimson red.

"You! You pathetic excuse for a werewolf, I should kill you where you stand you stupid creature!" she screamed, slashing his face. He screamed in agony, dropping to the floor in pain. Oktober stood in front of him, guarding him with her claws outstretched.

"Elena, STOP! We won! That's it, it's over. Your plan worked, leave Julian alone! Please, you're hurting him!" she yelled, dropping down to his side for his aid.

"Yes, we won. But that idiot had the chance to kill that pathetic bitch, Natalie .. but he decided to ignore her, and let her live." Elena replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"Elena, that's his sister! What do you expect!? He can't just kill her and feel no remorse. He's not you." She sneered, but mentally cursed herself. She felt a searing pain shoot through her face, as Gabriel punched her. She flew to the floor next to Julian, crying in rage.

"How dare you even fathom to speak to your Supreme Alpha that way?" asked Gabriel, "You stupid bitch, you should be banished from the pack."

"I'm the stupid bitch!? Elena, why are you doing this? You promised us a home, a way out from all of the neglect and pain we suffered?" she begged, clutching her cheek in agony.

"I am, now that phase one of our plan is complete, phase two begins. Now all we do is find a way to get the town's attention. To let them know that supernatural beings walk amongst them. To let them know that ….. We are the ones to fear, not themselves." Elena replied, spitting blood to the floor. She hadn't fully recovered from the fight, her scratches and bite marks covering her exposed stomach.

"Can you guys stop yelling? You're giving us a headache." Ethan said, gesturing his head towards a crouching Aiden. They were both clutching their heads in pain. The Alpha's were all exhausted, and what they needed most, was some rest. Elena knelt down before the pack, and put a concerned look on her face.

"Look, as tough as I am on you guys, I'm sorry. I just wanna find a place for us to be happy, and live in the light. I'm sorry if I'm hard on all of you, I'm just trying to make this right." She said, getting up and walking towards Gabriel. Oktober sneered in her direction, and knelt down near Julian.

"Julian are you okay?" she asked, rubbing her hand up and down his arm, feeling the individual slash marks that now donned his whole body.

"I'm fine. Thanks … for sticking up for me .." he said, wincing in pain and clutching his side. He was putting pressure on the bite mark that Isaac gave him.

"It's no problem. Just heal up, I was worried about you. After that blonde chick pounced on me I didn't know what to do, so I panicked and threw her off. I was gonna try and help you out by wounds were too heavy." She sighed, frowning. Julian saw the bruise on her cheek from where Gabriel had punched her, and caressed it with his hand.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry .." he said, his face contorting to one of sorrow. He stroked her cheek softly, and his eyes flared red in anger, "I should kill him!"

"Don't worry about it Julian, get some rest. We have a lot of work to do, we may have one the fight, but that pack is still alive, and since Elena killed one of them, they're bound to be cooking up some type of revenge." She said, kissing his cheek softly before leaving him to rest.

Elena scoffed at the two, and walked over towards Gabriel, and held him close. "What am I doing wrong here?"

"Nothing Elena, absolutely nothing. You need to be strong, strong for all of us. What we have to do is get those two pups," he said, gesturing his head towards Oktober and Julian, "Under control. We have a priority, and I, for one, plan on carrying it out."

"You're right .. I'll see to it that they submit." Said Elena, before she started to stare off into the night.

"Good, now come on, we have some briefing to do." Said Gabriel, as the pair walked towards the other Alpha's. They gathered around each other in a circle, while he stepped forward, "They're two possible ways we can do this, there's to get their attention physically, by rampaging through the town, or secondly, ease them into it. We can gain their trust, and then show ourselves. Whichever one works, we'd then tell them the new 'laws' we've come up with. Everyone, and I mean, EVERYONE, is to be turned, no exceptions. All who refuse the bite must be terminated, is that clear?"

The Alpha's nodded in response, while Julian and Oktober glanced at each other nervously. Elena stepped forward, and joined Gabriel by his side, "Second Law, any hunter within a fifty mile radius must be slaughtered on sight. Oh, and for the icing on this glorious pastry … We wait three days in order to reveal ourselves to the town, and in those three days, The Argents must die. I don't care how, and I don't care who does it. Allison dies first, understood?"

They all nodded, and Elena signaled for them to rest. She turned her back towards Gabriel, and looked him dead in the eye. "I will claim this town as my own, and nobody will ever do a thing to stop me. Not even Derek and his weak, stupid, pathetic, and useless friends."

Stiles was sitting in his room, alone. It felt like hours turned into years, and years turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries, and well, you get the point. He was on his second, and last day of rest, and his father strictly told him to avoid contact with any living organism, minus him of course. Stiles was still a little too weak to move, but he practiced walking every so now and then, and was pretty good at it so far, but he couldn't be on it for too long, or he'll collapse. His father seemed Stiles was well enough to spend one night alone, so he went back to work. Stiles felt horrible that both he and Deaton lied to the older Stilinski about what was really going on, but he shook the feeling off and walked over to the xbox, turning it on and popping 'Gears of War' in. It sucked he had to play alone, due to the fact that he couldn't see Scott, but he knew it was for the best. Stiles looked over to an old photo of him and Scott on his desk, and saw the leather bound book that Deaton gave him was right next to it. He sighed, crawled over to his desk, and tried to reach for it, causing the book to fall over and thump him right on his head. He muttered a few obscenities, and flipped through it, reading the various spells and curses. He spent a good hour flipping through the book, and tabbing the select few he found useful.

"Educ Saevam Flamma .." he read softly. He began to feel heat coarse through his heart, and he frantically got up to examine his body. He looked in the mirror, and saw that his eyes were pitch black, and that his veins were blackening as well. The pulsing darkened veins traveled down his arms, and into his hands, where the heat felt like magma. He turned around and reached for thin air, pointing in the direction of his favorite Batman poster. He felt the heat leave, as he watched in shock as flames appeared from his finger tips and burned the poster to a crisp. He stared from his hands, to the poster, and back again, then flailed towards the book again. He looked under the curse he just spoke, and read the next one on the list.

"Solve Saevam aestibus .." he read aloud, before feeling a cold wet sensation flow through his body. Before he knew it, he was shooting tides of water from both of his palms, causing his floor to become all wet. He groaned in frustration, and read the next spell.

"Volare quasi ventus .." he read again, before levitating in the middle of his room. He barked with laughter, and fell to his floor, "Guess I have to concentrate on that one. Wait a minute …" he flipped through more pages and found a page labeled 'Healing Spells and Potions', and grinned. "I know … I'll drive to the woods, and practice some of the more advanced spells there .. awesome!" He scrambled to his jeep and headed off to the woods.

He parked on the side of the road, and walked into a secluded clearing, where he read aloud another spell, that was marked in the forbidden section. "Carius et contremísce, Terrae!" he yelled, before he began to shake violently. He fell to the floor and began convulsing before passing out on the cold, wet floor, unbeknownst to him that a pair of red eyes were watching him from a distance.

Later in the Day …

Stiles woke up several hours later in a daze. His head, and everything else in the room, were spinning as well. Wait, room .. how did I get here? Last time I checked, I passed out in the field, he thought, before standing up. His legs gave in, and he felt a pair of strong arms catch him, and hold him in place. He looked up, only to see Derek's green eyes, staring back, full of concern.

"Derek?" he said, his eyes growing wide before slitting into a sneer, "Let go of me." He commanded, sitting down on his bed.

"Stiles I –" Derek began, before being silenced by the younger boy. He looked at Derek with hatred before continuing.

"What have you done to me Derek? Why did you do this to me?" he asked, a sprinkle of tears barely escaping his eyes.

"Stiles .. I had no choice .." Derek replied, his head hanging in shame, "I couldn't deal with the fact –"

"No, save it. You had a choice. You could've let me die there on the field, and save the others. You know I wanted to stay human, and you changed me. Changed me into something I don't even understand! I don't know what you did to me, but I hate you. All I wanna know is why? Is this some sick way of payback for all the pranks, and back-talk? You'd be better off if I was dead."

"You think I did it to get back at you? You have no idea why I even –" Derek snapped, his eyes turning red.

"Then why Derek? Why change me?" said Stiles sarcastically, "I mean, you of all people should know I never wanted the Bite."

"Stiles, I did it .. because … I love you." Said Derek, his eyes shifting from red to green, a lonely tear escaping his left eye.

"You what?"

"I love you. More than you could ever imagine, I could never, ever live with the fact that I let you die. I just … I love you." Derek replied, his face inching closer to Stiles' own. Stiles breathed heavily, so many emotions coasting themselves through his mind, and just before his lips met Derek's, Stiles leapt awake, falling out of his bed, and yelping.

"Stiles!? Stiles are you alright!?" yelled his father, rushing into the room, "Oh god son, what happened? I heard you scream!"

"Everything's good Dad, I just had a bad dream is all, fell out of my bed. You know, typical Stilinski behavior." He assured. His dad nodded, and left the room, leaving Stiles to sleep. He got back up, and laid down on his bed, his mind racing back to the diner, and the talk he had with Erica. Then there was the fact that him practicing in the woods was absolutely real, and he sure remembered fainting, but that means someone brought him home. But who? He fell asleep chanting the same mantra, over and over.

I do not like Derek Hale. I do not like Derek Hale. I will not dream of Derek Hale. I want to dream of Derek Hale …. I think I like Derek Hale.

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