Love On A Full Moon
I have decided that the plot will not be completely canon for the next season. I think that this story is too mainstream, and I don't like it. I need to give Ellie's character her own life. So you will probably get more chapters after the finale. Warning!: Lots of cussing.
[Disclaimer: If anyone asks, you didn't see me. I have violated the restraining order. Sorry Tyler!]
Chapter 21: Code Breaker
I finally came to, with a dull painful throb in the back of my head. I seemed to be lying down on something soft. I went to move my hands, but they wouldn't move from the secure spot on my side. I opened my eyes and looked down.
My hands were tied behind my back.
I saw four distinct claw marks on my thigh, paired with the headache and the hangover that was starting to kick in. I was in an unfamiliar car in a large car garage. The last thing that I remembered was...
Oh shit.
Señor Creepy took me. He attacked me and threw me in a car like an abducted child! This is messed up on so many levels.
I tried to move, but I was only able to roll from one side to the other; ergo, I wasn't going anywhere. So next I tried kicking the window. Dammit, why didn't I just wear heels?! I was starting to lose a bit more blood as it seemed. Damn it smells in here...is that death? AM I DYING?
The second I got tired of kicking the window, I heard a car parking next to this one. Familiar voices. I used my elbows to prop myself high enough to see out of the back window. It was my twin and Creepy.
Thank god he's okay.
I could tell what they were saying but the voices were still a bit muffled. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me where my sister is." My brother told him sternly.
"She's in the backseat." As quick as he said it, my twin looked through the window. "Ellie! Ellie, are you okay?"
I winced as I heard his loud voice. "I'm fine, I'm just a little bloody and hungover."
"You're hungover?" He sounded like he was scolding me.
"I know, I know, not the best day to get drunk." I rolled my eyes. He went for the car, but Peter stopped him.
"Ellie's leverage, Stiles." He frowned at his words. "She's currently losing blood. I'd be quick if I were you." He paled at his words.
"Don't listen to him, Stiles! It's just a scratch." I lied. These scratches were deep enough for me to bleed out in a couple of hours. But I'd rather bleed for ten more minutes then let my brother give him the satisfaction.
"Whose car is this?" I heard Stiles ask.
"It's my nurse's." Peter said as he unlocked the trunk and opened it. I couldn't see them anymore.
"What happened to your n- OH MY GOD!" Stiles exclaimed. I guessed that she was dead in the trunk, her dead body must be desiccating itself. I sighed in relief, glad that it wasn't me.
"I got better." Was all he said before closing the trunk yet again.
I knew that I needed to slow the bleeding down, because my toes were starting to get cold and I didn't know how long it would take to get out of here. I winced before leaning up and ripping the bottom of my dress and lifting my leg up to tie the strip of fabric around it. I probably made the dress shorter, but I guess bleeding out would be a priority to looking like I'd just murdered someone.
"Good luck getting a signal here." Stiles muttered, Peter gave him a phone from the briefcase. "Oh, MyFi," Stiles sighed.
Peter pulled out his Mac and Stiles just had to say, "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or is it just a personal preference?" I think it goes for all werewolves...
"Put it on. Get connected." Peter demanded.
"Ya know, you're really killing the whole 'werewolf mystique' thing here." Stiles got to his work, so I tried to lie for him.
"Look, you still need Scott's username and password and I'm sorry my brother doesn't know either of them." I smirked triumphantly.
"He knows both of them." Peter accused.
"No, I don't." Stiles agreed with me.
"See, exhibit A. Twins don't lie." I lied. Ha, WE lie all the time!
"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter hissed, ignoring me and glaring at Stiles.
"Dude, I swear to god-" Stiles was cut off by Peter, who slammed his face against the trunk of the car.
"Just wait until I get out there!" I hissed.
Peter smiled, "That's actually a good idea, sweetheart." Peter opened the door and pulled me out by my shoulders. He tsked as he set me up top the trunk of the car on the left side of us, "I really don't want to hurt Ellie. It'd be such a waste." He untied my hands and held my arm up, "But I will dislocate her shoulder if-" I gasped as he applied pressure.
"Okay stop! Just stop..." My brother exclaimed, gulping. "Don't hurt her...please."
Peter let go of my arm and smiled tucking a stray curl behind my shoulder as I glared back at him. "What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles asked, frantically typing away.
"Don't think, Stiles. Type!" Peter demanded.
"You're gonna' kill more people, aren't you?" I voiced my thoughts.
"Only the responsible ones." Peter answered.
"Look if I do this, you gotta' promise to leave Ellie and Scott out of it." Stiles declared, being the great friend and brother he was.
"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter answer his own question, "It's because their favorite prey is too large to be put down with one wolf, alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." He didn't say anything about me, but I knew that I was included. Why? I have no freaking idea.
"He's not going to help you." Stiles argues.
"Oh, he will because it'll save Allison." Of course. "And you will, because it'll save your sister. You're Scott's best friend, whom you know so well that you have his username and password." Peter taunted, he knew exactly how to push him. Damn, being leverage really sucks.
"Then let Ellie free once I do this." Stiles commanded.
"Fine." I wasn't actually sure whether he was lying or not.
"His user name is 'Allison'?" Stiles continued to type. "His password is also 'Allison'?" Peter asked, exasperated.
"You still want him in your pack?" My brother said, and he turned his head toward me, rolling his eyes. I just shrugged and grinned at him.
"Wait, what? That's where they're keeping him? His own house?" Stiles complained.
"Why does everything have to be so obvious these days?" I mused to myself.
"Not at it. Under it." I looked at Peter in confusion. "I know exactly where that is." He turned to my direction, looking behind him. I followed his gaze and saw nothing, so I looked back and frowned. "And I'm not the only one."
My eyes widened a bit at my realization.
Scott.
Peter McCreepy put the laptop inside the back seat and closed the door. I looked down on my leg and realized that blood was seeping through the fabric.
Not good.
He looked into the distance before looking at Stiles again. "Give me your keys." He looked reluctant at first, but he obliged.
"Come on, don't take our baby." I whined. He closed his fist before opening it again, showing all of the keys bent. My twin was looking at him in shock while I glared at him.
He walked to the car and my brother just had to say something stupid. "You're not going to kill me?"
"Shut up!" I hissed at him. Peter let go of the handle and walked toward him.
"Don't you understand, yet? I'm not the bad guy here." I snorted at that.
"You turn into a monster, with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?" My brother asked incredulously.
He smiled, and I was almost annoyed. He backed up a bit to get a look at both of us. "I like you both. I was interested in giving your sister the bite, but since you helped me, now you both get to choose."
My head snapped to him as I stared at him in shock. As I composed myself, I shared a look at my brother. He had this guilty look on his face, like that time that Scott almost broke my wrist. And I knew what he was thinking. Probably the same as I.
Peter looked between us in amusement. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you both could be one of us." He turned to look at me. "Ellie, you have the perfect temperament of a werewolf. Your passion, your wit, your fearlessness." He paused for a second. "And it'd be easier for him to accept you." My eyebrows furrowed at this.
Derek? Accepting my little crush on him? I gulped.
He turned to my brother, who was still looking at me. "That first night I picked Scott because I needed a pack. It could have easily been you or more so your sister. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You could protect your sister..."
I stared sadly as he played at my brother's insecurities. "You'd be equals. Maybe more." My brother looked like he was about to cave, and I was starting to tear up. He picked up his arm cautiously, as if waiting for him to say no.
I was hoping that he would say no. Despite the fact that being werewolves would have made it easier for us to defend ourselves, that's not what its all about. Its about survival. I've watched Scott deal with trying to stay in control this whole time, and I hate it. I hate that he could not have a normal life with Allison because of her parents being hunters. It tore him up inside and I hated to see him like that. It didn't want to have to watch my back because someone out there wanted me and people like me dead.
And I didn't want to be a monster.
"Yes or no." He said, as he brought his teeth down closer. When he got no response, my eyes widened, and Stiles briefly caught my eye before snatching it back.
"I don't want to be like you." I smiled at him. That's my brother.
"Neither do I." I added seriously, causing him to look at me.
"I could tell that you're both lying." He looked at my brother. "You especially. The way your heart beats faster at the words, I. Don't. Want. You may believe that you are telling the truth, but you are lying to yourself." Peter looked back at me and shook his head, "What a waste." Then he walked away, leaving us stranded.
Stiles was immediately at my side, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around him and he helped me down, and I surprisingly felt safe with him. Maybe I was just relieved that Peter tried to take a piece of my heart from me tonight and failed. But I still felt guilty. "Hey, bro?" When he pulled back, I continued, "You said no because of me, right?"
He thought about it before answering, "I honestly don't know." I nodded, before he gave me his suit jacket to put around me. Then, he looped his arm through mine to help me walk. "Let's get you to the hospital."
I nodded, as we walked toward the exit.
I glanced at my brother as we had gotten closer to the hospital. I was being extra careful this time not to stand on my leg. "Where's Lydia?" I asked as we neared the doors. My brother's face paled and he looked even more guilty. "What happened to her?" I said louder.
"He bit her, Ellie." He told me solemnly.
"What?"
"We need to get you patched up, we can worry ab-"
"That's not important, I can do it myself." I spotted a deputy by the elevator. "I'm gonna take the back way so that I can patch this up in the supply closet upstairs." I started to walk slowly to the emergency staircase.
"No, Ell-"
I turned around, gesturing to the deputy, "Dad is upstairs, and I'm not going to explain this to him."
He sighed, "Fine."
"I'll meet you in front of Lydia's room." I told him disappearing up the stairs. When I made it to the supply closet, I immediately grabbed the tylenol and the b-12 for the blood loss. This hangover was a real bitch when you have a head injury.
Once I had taken the pain-killers and vitamins, I grabbed the disinfectant and pulled off the blue strip of fabric.
I held my breath before pouring, but once the deed was done, I couldn't stop the expletives from pouring out of my mouth.
"Mother-fucking...asstard...son-of-a-gorilla!"
Ok, first two claw marks down.
Now the rest...
"FUCK," I shouted before clamping my hand down on my mouth. "Mmmmmhhhmm!" I slowed down my breathing, then grabbed a roll of bandages of the shelf. I wrapped it around my leg, pocketing extra for when I have to change it. Then I grabbed some wipes and got all of the excess blood off of my skin.
Looking in the mirror, I realized that I looked like a zombie homecoming queen. Even my brother's jacket could not cover this. I needed something to cover my dress, at least until I could get out of here.
I looked around the room, before zeroing in on the solution.
I slipped on the doctor's jacket and went on to the intensive care unit. I spotted my dad in the hallway talking to Stiles.
"Dad?" I called.
"Oh, thank god." He sighed in relief, pulling me into his arms.
I raised an eyebrow behind him, "Are you okay?"
He pulled me back at an arm's length. "When I saw Lydia, I started worrying about you. And when your brother came in-"
"Dad," I interrupted, "I'm fine."
He gestured to what I was wearing, "What's with the doctor's coat?"
"Oh, um...I was so frantic to get here to Lydia when we got here, that I left my coat at the dance."
"Did you two see anything?"
Oh Shit.
The look on our faces were identical. They kind of were regardless, we hated lying to dad, because we had been trying to get closer since my mom died.
After a moment of hesitation, Stiles spoke first, "No. No, I have no idea." Then my dad looked in my direction.
I shook my head, biting down on my lip, "I didn't either." I stole a glance toward Lydia's room. "Excuse me, dad." I gestured toward Lydia.
He nodded, "Go ahead." I walked past them both and went by the window next to Jackson, who seemed to be watching after her as well.
"Did you see what happened with Scott?" I asked him, still staring into the window. I smiled as Ms. Martin waved at me.
He gulped before answering, "No, I haven't seen him since the dance."
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Before I could say anything, my brother went charging out of the area. So I followed, and surprisingly Jackson was on my heels.
"Where are you going?" I called out to my brother.
"Stay here, Ellie." He ordered me.
"We're not splitting up!" I told him firmly.
"What are you doing?" Jackson interjected. "You don't even have a car. Hey, I'll drive."
"What are you suddenly guilty? You finally figured out just how much you've screwed up?!" I shouted in anger.
"Look, I have a car and you don't." He pointed out. "So do you want my help or not?"
We looked at each other. He did have a point there. There's no way that I could walk all the way to a rescue mission.
"You brought the Porsche?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said, pulling out the keys.
I snatched them out of his hands, "I'm driving." Before he could protest, I said, "Shut up."
Out of nowhere, we were halted by King Argent and his army of peasants. Oh Gee, what a bash!
"Hey boys! And Ellie." He added, when I cleared my throat. "I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is."
"Erm...I haven't seen him, since I left the dance. Right, twin?" I was scared. For Scott, because we have no idea whether he's alone or with Derek.
The latter would be best for him. "No, uh not since the dance. Jackson?"
I looked on his direction curiously. He hadn't really said anything. "Uh...I..." WHAT THE HELL! I'M THE ONE WITH THE HEAD INJURY AND EVEN I COULD CREATE COHERENT THOUGHTS!
"Oh, for the love of god." My brother muttered as I inserted face into palm.
One of his goons grabbed for me as they threw my brother and Jackass [He earned that one.] onto the stretcher inside an empty room.
"No we're going to try this again." Argent started, "Where is Scott McCall?"
"I'm not answering anything until he stops manhandling me. I am a LADY!" I hissed. Argent looked in my direction.
"Let her go." I stomped on his foot hard, and he grunted before letting me go.
I brushed myself off, before glaring at the man. "Thank you."
"Would you like to start now?" Argent gestured for me to continue.
"I reckon that Scott is a bit suicidal. Pup- Teenage " I corrected myself, to avoid the pun, "love is, um...hard."
"I'll say." I heard my brother snort.
"We don't have time for this." Argent glared at the both of us. I decided to stand in the middle of the room next to my brother. He grabbed Stiles and threw him into the wall. I took a step in the direction, but Jackson grabbed my arm stopping me.
"Let me put to you like this, Stiles! Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"
He didn't look afraid, maybe he was irritated. "No, but I'll put it on my to-do list if you let me go."
He started telling a story about a friend of his that was a werewolf. Honestly, I couldn't give two shits, because I was more afraid for Scott if Peter made it to him before we did.
"Did Scott try to kill you on a full moon?!" Argent yelled. I shook my head. He would never...Scott was more in control of that, right? "Did you have to lock him up?"
"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator, why?" Stiles answered. "Would you prefer that I locked him in a basement and burned the house down around him?"
"Hmph." I crossed my arms in agreement.
Argent smiled humorlessly, "I hate to dispel a popular rumor Stiles, but we never did that."
"Oh right, Derek said that you guys had a code." I could feel the twin telepathy sparking. "I guess that you can't really break it." I added.
He looked at me, "Never."
"What if someone does?" Stiles asked him, and I could tell that Argent was losing his resolve.
"Someone like who?"
"I think that you already know the answer to that question." I answered. He stuck a glance at me, before letting go of my brother. He walked out of the room, and the rest of his goons followed.
"Guys, I have a plan." I told them. "We can talk about it on the way."
We went back to the school to mix the Molotov Cocktails and to get my long black coat and clutch. Smart, I know. I had a WWLD? moment. What Would Lydia Do? I used to laugh when she came up with that awhile back, but I guess that it was helpful tonight, right?
"Hold on." I said as we neared the house. "It's about to get reckless."
"What?" Jackson panicked. "This car isn't even built to go off road!"
I glanced at him, "Did you pay for it?"
"No." He said quietly.
"Then shut the hell up and sit back!" I ordered, and to my surprise, he complied. As we neared the house, we saw the large Gorilla growling at Scott. I beeped the horn a couple of times and stopped the car, before my brother stepped out and threw the beaker at him.
Just when we were about to cheer, the bastard caught it.
But, I prepared myself for that with a secret weapon. I opened my clutch and took out my handy sling-shot. Every girl needs to keep one.
It's reliable and easy to carry.
I faintly heard 'what the hell?' coming from two directions as I pulled back the pebble that I found on the ground. I leveled the thing because I only had one shot at this. One shot to prove to myself that I wasn't helpless. When I saw him turn in my direction and retract his arm to throw it at me, I did what I had to do...
I let go and stared, as it shot through the air.
Bullseye!
"Yes!" I whispered to myself. Gorilla's arm went up in flames. "Jackson!" I called, and he instantly threw another one at him. His whole body was in flames this time. There was growling and roars of pain coming from the beast.
He collapsed behind a tree, and I felt like somehow we had won. I was particularly tired of the near-death situations that we had been in tonight.
"You carry a sling-shot in your purse?" Jackson asked me, with a smirk on his face.
I shrugged, "Occasionally. Never know when I might need one."
"Wait till you see what she has in her school bag." Stiles muttered.
"Not here." I hissed. It's perfectly normal to bring modes of protection wherever you go.
All of a sudden, we all looked toward where Peter fell. Derek seemed to be towering over it. "Wait!" We heard Scott yell. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you! Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family." Scott pointed over at Allison, "What am I supposed to do!?"
I knew that Peter was saying things to Derek, possibly taunting him because next thing I know he slashes Peter's throat. Sorry, Scottie. We all looked at Derek, who stood up and looked at all of us…with red eyes."I'm the Alpha now."
My face looked shocked, but my internal thoughts were like:
He just gave me a word-gasm.
If that word does not exist already, I'm adding it in there.
After everything was all said and done, my infamous twin forced me to stay home while they went to check on my best friend.
The nerve of these boys.
But they were right, I needed some rest. All of that warrior princess stuff that I did today was very hard work. As I was getting ready for a shower, I started to remove my jewelry. When I got to my neck, I noticed something.
My locket- it wasn't there.
There was nothing but an empty spot on my chest. I checked my clutch, I checked my room, I checked everywhere I had been since I had gotten home.
No luck.
For a second, I hyperventilated. This was the sixteenth birthday present that my mom left behind for me. This was the last thing that she would ever give me.
And I lost it.
After I took a shower, I just got into some comfortable clothes. I just started to sit in my window seat staring into the night, brooding. I hadn't even noticed that I was crying until the tear dropped onto my wrist.
Little did she know, the new alpha was watching her from a safe spot in the shadows. He was shocked that he even showed up. She was just a teenage girl that was annoying, overly-sarcastic, and did everything she could to get under his skin.
But then again, she was strong, fiery, fearless, and passionate. He admired the girl for those traits. Peter was right about her, they could use a she-wolf like that.
But this girl was crying by the window. Why? He asked himself. He shook his head, before running back through the woods.
But he stopped himself again. He smelled something in the distance, and followed his nose to it. When he reached the scent, his eyes caught some silver in the dirt. When he bent down to pick it up, he realized that it was a silver locket, with intricate black swirld on it.
He sniffed it and caught that familiar honey chamomile scent.
It was hers.
Maybe it was the reason for her tears. Maybe the little trinket meant a lot to the young girl, enough to make her sad.
Before he knew it, he found himself standing in the same shadows that he was originally. But before he could make his way to the house, the sheriff's cruiser came down the street.
He decided that he would give it back to her soon.
Because for some reason that escaped him...he car- no, it wasn't that...it bothered him that she was so upset. Yeah, that sounds less creepy.
And with that, he walked away.
So I followed your directions and stayed up until two in the morning to update. 4,424 words people! *Sighs* The things that I do for you guys. This chapter was pretty awesome if I do say so myself. Awesome season, too. So as you can see, Derek had found Ellie's locket. I did disappoint you with the Dellie moments, but there will be excessive amounts for the next side chapter. I'm going to add a few chapters in between episodes, to make it less...canon. Wouldn't you guys like that? I would. Plus I think that there are some things that you guys need to learn about Ellie. There is a lot more to her tough exterior, and I want to show you what it is. But anyway, do that thing that I love and review your hearts out! REVIEW!
~RealHuntress18~