Stiles
December 11, 2021
Veluxee, California
I don't mind working 12-hour shifts when they are overnight... you don't have to deal with many customers. I would rather work with drugged-out mellow customers that think they are doing a good job shoplifting than a Karen any day. There have been a couple of attempted robberies, but they are quickly interrupted by my manager, Tobias, a werewolf. There was a sort of high tension when I first started working here. Derek and Scott's scent was on me... I wasn't aware of it until Tobias was growling, thinking I was threatening his territory. I found out that Scott sneaks into my room while I am asleep and rubs his scent on my clothes.
My shift starts at 10 PM and ends at 10 AM. I usually stock my shelves within 3 hours, and then I take over as a cashier for Tobias to go for a night run with his pack. Three other cashiers are pretty girls, so most customers go to them and flirt. I get caught up on my Mobile Gaming at this time.
Tobias was supposed to be back thirty minutes ago to relieve me from having my food break. I should probably pay more attention to my surroundings since the three other cashiers are nowhere to be found. It was eerily vacant in here... more than usual. I couldn't hear any customers shuffling around; there are always at least three or four customers here at night. I looked over to one of the front doors that had gotten stuck open, so the fog was flooding up the front of the store.
"Tobi?" I called out, hoping he was just distracted in the hall and it wasn't a creep zoned out, causing the motion sensor door to keep open. I had a gut feeling in my stomach telling me that something was suspicious, so I pulled up Scott's number on my phone just in case. I know this is something that a dumb blonde would do in a scary movie, but I had to see if someone had passed out... it happened before.
I walked up to the entrance to see a man with his hoodie pulled over his face, "Um... sir, you need to either come in or out. You are letting the AC out," I told him as an excuse.
He didn't say anything back, so I gulped and called Scott. He gestured for me to look up, and I regretted it as soon as I did. The first thing I saw was haunting glowing yellow eyes, then the reptilian body... Shit, it was Jackson. I knew I couldn't outrun a Kanima, but I could buy enough time to tell Scott I needed help. I heard the thud when Jackson hit the ground. Scott picked up on the last ring. I didn't give him the time to say hello.
"Scott! Help!" I shouted as the Kanima swiped at my neck, nicking me the back of my neck with his paw. I started falling to the ground as the paralysis took over my body, but my phone was the only thing hitting the ground. The Kanima caught me. He carried me with me pressed up against his chest. There was a 50% chance of Jackson regressing. It's been a couple of years since Jackson moved to England... but it is him. "Jackson," I pleaded. I was positioned where I could look into his eyes... I don't know if it was intentional or not. The Kanima looked down at me with sympathetic eyes. Before Jackson knew what he was, all the emotion the Kanima could convey was anger. Is body language being different, stiff, and jerky, almost like he was trying to fight his Master?
Looking at the ceiling above Jackson, I could tell he was taking me out of the store, and by the blood on the side of the wall, my coworkers weren't alive... I hope that Tobias isn't one of the fatalities. Wherever he is, I am counting on him being paralyzed and overcoming it before Scott, or the Pack can get here. The fastest the pack will be here is 30 minutes.
"Whoever you are, and whatever you plan to do with me... it won't work. My pack will be here any minute and tear you and the Kanima to shreds," I vowed arrogantly. He leads the Kanima a little into the woods, a couple of miles. I was laid onto the forest floor and stripped of my clothes, "I-I mean it... you will be sorry," I stuttered, trying to sound unbothered by the Kanima drooling over my body and rubbing it into my bare skin. He was hiding my scent so my pack couldn't track me.
1 Hour Later
The Man in the hood never showed his face... but I could see his smug smile the entire time he took advantage of me. I was restricted from talking because Jackson was ordered to dig his talons in my throat if I tried. The Hooded Man painted exhausted as he got off of me. He then gestured for the Kanima to have his turn with me. This is the most lucid Jackson got when the Master ordered him. He furrowed his browbones and did this weird throaty growl. I don't think he was explicitly denying the Hooded Man by the way the Man looked around paranoid.
The Kanima looked like Jackson was fighting what the Hooded Man whispered in archaic Latin. He growled at himself before opening his mouth and then latched onto the space between my neck and shoulder. I let out a blood-curdling scream as his venom seeped into me... I don't know what this means. Kanima's are not known for biting but only known for scratching.
"Goodbye, my love, we will meet again," The Man said, disguising his voice as he bent down to kiss my forehead. The Kanima wrapped his tail around the Man before taking off into the forest. I started sobbing... I had just been raped and bitten... I heard footsteps and wolf growls coming closer. I tried to move, but I was still paralyzed... Scott fell to my side and inspected if I was alive.
"W-"
"It was Jackson... he regressed," I cried.
"I am going to kill him," Isaac muttered as he took off his shirt to cover me up. The rest of the pack had already taken off after the Hooded Man and the Kanima.
"Don't hurt Jackson. He tried his best to help... the Monster is the Master," I told them.
"Okay..." Scott said quietly, biting his lip. He was taking this hard... blaming himself. "We must get you back home before the cops show up..." He said, picking me up gently.
"I am going with the rest of the pack," Isaac growled and took off in the other direction.
Scott was doing his best to control his wolf, he was gentle with me, but his eyes were glowing red. I felt an overwhelming need to tell him I was sorry... but I knew it would send him over the edge.
"H-He bit me... I don't know what that means..." I admit
"I do..." Scott sighed and gently traced the wound on my neck that had already closed up. It wasn't just a bite. A chunk of his shoulder was missing. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "We... I-I should have told you sooner. I didn't realize that something this horrible with happening... this is all my fault,"
"No, it isn't," I told him sternly.
"Stiles... you are an Omega," He told me, and when he saw the look of confusion on my face, "Not like a Wolf... This rare breed of male humans let out pheromones to the supernatural... they are special. They are usually in packs for breeding and birthing... I didn't want to freak you out,"
"Is that why the Master had Jackson bite me? To claim me?"
"Yes..."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that you will be more vulnerable to the Master... you will feel a loyalty to him,"
"I don't see how I could ever feel loyalty to that asshole,"
"I know... you need to rest, Okay?"
"Where is Tobias?" I asked
"He is fine... his pack and him were paralyzed, but your coworkers aren't going to make it," he told me. He carried me out of the woods and into the Pack Van. He put me in the passenger seat and encouraged me to sleep; he did this weird thing, almost like taking my pain away but sending courage and comfort into me instead of sending me to sleep.
