Hey guys It's me, I just wanted to inform you that I will never have the ability to form a plan for my stories, so if you were expecting a clear planned out...well plan for this stories updates, well sorry to inform you but you came to the wrong person for that. I'm trying the best I can to write these fast, but then I get worried over it and half the time end up rewriting the hole thing, which is what I'm doing with one of my other stories, at this point it's almost new a shell of the last one...*continues to rant*
Stiles: Can we get onto the chapter
Me: well excuse me for...being me
Stiles: You're excused
Me; Really?...ugh never mind here you go. Oh yeah, there is mature language in this chapter.
Last night was weird as fuck, after Stiles attempted to make an excuse I couldn't help but burst out laughing. The only thing that was going through my mind at the moment was, how the fuck did a man who is passed out and bleeding the culprit? This out burst of laughter caused Stiles and his father to glare at me. Though it was clear for different reasons, Stiles was angry at me, and his father had just realized I was there and I guess cus I was new that made me a suspect. Still last night was just...weird.
Last night-
I stood frozen as I felt Stiles's heated glare on my skin, in an attempt to hide myself from him I looked away and ended up meeting another's hot gaze. The police officer who was first to enter the room, and by his name tag I could only guess he was Stiles's father. I coughed and scratched the back of my head, I shifted my weight from foot to foot and bit my bottom lip. This was way beyond uncomfortable.
"So...who's the girl?" Mr. Stilinski asked Stiles. I looked up and frowned at him, letting go of my lip and shoving my hands into my coat pockets. I looked over to Stiles who was about to open his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.
"This 'girl's' name is Christa, and if you want to know who I am, why don't you ask me?" Sass was drenched on every word that I spoke, I don't know where it came from or why, it just kinda came out. Mr. Stilinski looked at me and sighed.
"I'm sorry if I offended you Miss, I just am more comfortable asking my son questions." I raised my brow and looked off at the wall. "So...what happened here?" Stiles's heart rate sped up and he fidgeted with his shirt before he answered his father.
"Well, we came to check up on Isaac...you know see if he was alright and when we got here this guy was knocked out on the floor and Isaac was gone." I looked over at Mr. Stilinski, watching his expression to see if he really believed Stiles. He just sighed and looked at me with a strangled smile.
"Is this true?" I took a deep breath before I also forced out a smile and nodded my head.
"Yes, completely." He groaned and stepped to the side to let paramedics in to carry the man to the hospital to make sure he was alright. I watched and listened to the man's heart beat, it was steady and slow, he would survive. Rolling my eyes I let my hands fall to my sides and walked over to Stiles. I watched as he turned towards me and his frown turned to a smile, my heart fluttered at the thought of the smile. I stopped so I was standing a good foot away from Stiles before I shoved my hands in my pockets and blushed.
"Hey maple leaf, sorry about tonight if I knew that all that shit was going to happen I wouldn't have invited you." I tilted my head and frowned.
"Why not?" He blushed and looked away scratching the back of his head.
"Well, you know, so you wouldn't be in danger." I smiled and got closer to Stiles, wrapping my arms around him I pulled him into a hug, pressing my face into his chest. I listened to his heart beat and smiled as I felt it slow, I was comforting him.
"Stiles, I wouldn't regret this night for all the money in the world, in fact I'm glad I got to come here tonight." I looked up Stiles and gave him a smile. He stared at me and blushed, he slowly wrapped his own arms around my waist and hugged me back.
"So, is this your new girl friend?" I snapped my head in the direction of Mr. Stilinski and pushed Stiles away.
-End
I blushed and shoved my face into my Tom Hiddleston body pillow, just the idea of someone saying that turned me into a blubbering mess. I pulled my face away from the pillow and studied it, oh Tom you are truly the only man on earth that understands me. I slowly ran my hand over the stitching and the soft fabric. I wish that I actually knew you. I pushed the pillow away, ashamed of my stupid crush on him and the fact that my brother actually listened to my stupid request of the pillow in the first place. Groaning I roll off my bed and fall onto the floor, with a shaky hand I reach for my phone and check the time. 3 am. Whining I turn off the screen and place the phone back on my side table. Slowly I push myself up into sitting position and then to stand.
I yawn and stretch out my arms letting my eyes dart over to the window to see that the night sky was still out and the sun showed no signs of rising. I walk over to my closet and pull out a set of clothes for today; a black pleated skirt and a flower laced top, throwing the clothing over my shoulder I go into the bathroom and hop into the shower. I turn on the water and let it run as I take off my clothes, I'm able to get off my bottoms and under ware before I stop. My fingers dance on the hem of my shirt, the idea of taking off my shirt has always been a dark thought due to past events.
Sighing I grip the fabric and pull it off my body throwing it to the ground next to my pants. I look over my body slowly, I run my fingers over every scar that I refused to let heal, over the curves and dips until they meet irritated skin. I place my palm over the scared skin and I can't help but feel like crying. I look down at my side and removed my hand from the mark. The mark was a black eye, simple yet terrifying, the images of the black beast enter and exit my memory, I feel my throat dry up and my hands become shaky. I don't spend any more time in that weak position, I spin around and slip into the shower to clean myself. A/n; Christa brushes her teeth in the shower...
Once I got out of the shower and had dried off I walked over to the bathroom cabinet and crouched down, pulling open the doors I rummage around and look for the ace bandages finding one with ease sense I have like a hundred. I stand up and undo the bandage, with a steady hand I lay the fabric over the eye, wrapping it around my body over and over until the eye is completely covered and there is no more fabric to continue with, I grab the metal pieces and secures the bandage. I get dress and brush my hair, adding the slightest amount of black eye shadow to my eyelids before I slipped out of the bathroom.
With quiet feet I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen, I look it over before deciding against it and moved for the door instead. I slipped on my socks that I had carried down with me before I pulled on my boots. I picked up my back pack, pulling it on and grabbing my house keys off the coat hanger. Slowly I opened the door and walked outside, closing and locking the door behind me. I look around before daring to move forward, living a life like mine this has become a nervous action of mine. Slowly I head for the forest, seeing as I felt like a morning run and concrete hurt my feet too much. I make my way down the walk and slip into the forest that I had wondered into when I first arrived at Beacon Hills, the forest is quiet and almost sleeping.
"Guess it's too early even for the forest." I comment under my breath while making my way deeper into the forest, with out realizing where I was walking I noticed all to late that I was heading for the hale house. Something about this place has dragged me back, what this thing was I had no idea, but my guess is that it has to do with Derek Hale, the only walking survivor from that fire that took his family. I looked down at my shoes, memories of when I was younger intruded my mind, memories of me,Victor, and my father running through the woods barefooted and wild, like true wolves. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart beat, it was like a steady drum one that had been asleep for too long. Slowly I took off my jacket and let it fall to the ground, the cool air of the morning clawed my skin and made my drum skip a beat. I opened my eyes and crouched, with steady fingers I took off my shoes and socks, placing them both in my backpack. I picked up my jacket and walked closer to the house, I walked onto the brittle wood that made the porch, I placed down my bag and flinched. Something or someone was inside the house, my eyes flashed with curiosity and my hand found it's way to the door.
"I wouldn't go in there." I spun around to see a man with dark brown hair and green eyes, in his hand he gripped a pistol, it was cocked and loaded. I traced his body, starting from the gun and then back up to his face.
"Why?" He snapped his neck to the side, cracking it. He raised his hand that held the pistol and aimed at me.
"You're a wolf aren't ya, going in there means your life ends." My muscles tensed and insticntivly lowered myself into an athletic position.
"Is that so?" He frowned at me and took a step forward, in reaction I could stop the growl that came out of my throat. "Stay away." He didn't listen, he took another step forward, and another. I couldn't help or stop what came next, I felt my face tense and my claws grow out, my jaw slacked and my teeth grew out. He stared at me and whispered a word I knew all too well, one that took me years to get used to.
"Blue?" His eyes focused and he pulled the trigger, I dodged the bullet and bunched the muscles in my hind legs, and with ease kicked off launching my body at him, claws poised to kill. I tackled him to the ground and jumped off running back into the woods, I looked back and watched him stand up and chase after me. Damn it. I felt the forest floor being tore apart underneath my skin, I winced in pain when I felt a twig cut my hand, the sudden pain made me unbalance and I ended up falling onto my back and skid through the dirt. This moment of weakness allowed the hunter to catch up to me, he grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my knees. He pulled something out of his holster and sharp metal was pressed against my neck, I blinked and whined. "Blue, and how old are you, the same age as Allison I guess. You know what that means right? That if I kill you right now it would be completely legal." I looked up at the man and felt the metal press harder against my skin.
"It was an accident." The man chuckled and yanked on my hair.
"Yeah, I bet it was." I reached up with my right hand to grip his wrist, when he felt my grip his stoic face faltered showing a little fear. "Take you filthy hand off of me." By now I had fully reverted back and was completely human again, though my strength was still completely wolf. My grip tightened and I twisted my hand, I listened as the painful crack of breaking bones ringed in my ears. The hunters face twisted in pain and he dropped the knife which he favoured so dearly. With one quick and swift movement I pulled the man over my shoulder and slammed him into the ground, the air was knocked out of him and he had trouble pulling it back in.
"Tell me something honey." I gripped him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to stand up with his back against a tree. "Do you often prey on teenage girls in short skirts, or is this just another part of your 'Code'?" He glared at me and gripped my wrist trying to pry them off his shirt and neck. I clicked my tongue and moved my grip from his shirt to his thick neck. My grip tightened and threatened to cut off his air, my thumbs pressed against his Adam's apple, applying small amounts of pressure.
"That doesn't seem like a good idea." I snapped my head around as far as I could to see who had spoken. When I got a good look of my interruption I almost threw up, her face was torn between something human and something beastly, hair white as smoke and eyes to match. Her clothes were made of animal hide and were torn to hell, her skin was scared with cuts and burns clearly form self harm. With a shaky voice I spoke back to her.
"Why?" She clicked her tongue and made me flinch.
"You don't want a repeat of that night, do you?" I felt my arms slack and loosen the grip on the hunters neck, he stared at me with wide eyes filled with something on the border of fear and anger. I gave him a harsh glare before I let go of his neck, letting him fall to the ground trying to catch his breath. I bit my bottom lip and gripped the edges of my clothes, trying to keep myself from hurting him.
"Coward." My ears twitched and my muscles tensed.
"What did you say?" I looked at him and almost felt like laughing, this grown man was trembling and making verbal attacks as a way to calm his nerves.
"I said you're a coward, and not just that you're crazy too, talking to yourself like someone is actually there?" I felt my heart jump into my throat and my hands become cold. "You're Christa Rosemary of the Northwind pack aren't ya?" I nodded my head and watched as he pulled himself up onto one knee, making an attempt to look up at me. "You're supposed to be some kind of princess? Like hell! They must be really desperate if they're going to make you princess." The cold from my hands travelled up my arms and across my chest, a whisper circled my ears making me start to have body spasms. Take him there. I could feel my claws grow back on their own, and by the tenseness of my face I could tell that I was in my beta form. "I remember your father, nice guy, but a terrible leader." I could feel icy fingers rest on my shoulders, they travelled down my arms and wrapped themselves on my own hands. Send him to Oblivion. I bit my tongue not wanting to do anything at the moment, listen to this man, or answer the whispers requests. "He was weak and stupid, couldn't tell a trap from the real thing, too soft to be honest." Make him a servant of the dead. I raised my hand up in the air, my claws out and ready to strike, I thrusted down with full force...then nothing...everything just went black.
I woke up in front of the Hale house. Redressed and clean, when I swear just moments ago I was covered in dirt and crap. Slowly I got up on my feet, I picked up my backpack. I opened it and dug my phone out. When I turned the screen on I almost had a heart attack, it was 7:45. I had to get the fuck out of this forest, like now. I shoved my phone back in my bag and slung it over my back, and with swift feet took off in the direction of the main road. I ended up having to use my werewolf speed, which I was not too keen on doing. Though it needed to be done if I didn't want to be late for school.
By the time got to school it was already 8:10. I quick stepped my way in the halls trying to get to my class on time, with out drawing to much attention. I got into first hour just in time for the bell ring the second I got through the door.
"You're late ." I stared at with a puppy face.
"But I got here be-"
"I don't want to here it , take your seat and I expect to see you in detention after school." I grunted and hung my head, doing the walk of shame all the way to my desk. I dropped my bag on the ground and plopped down into my chair. This is the worst.
"Hey Maple leaf." I let out a sigh of relief and turned to my right to see Stiles, smiling as always. I gave him a small smile before I sat up and pulled myself forward so my stomach was flush against the desk.
"Hey Stiles." I whispered back to him.
"So how are you feeling, get to sleep okay?" I shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged and shook his head a little. "So did you find out where Derek and Isaac went to?" He frowned and shook his head.
"No those two up and disappeared after that." I tilted my head and furrowed my brows.
"Is Isaac here today?" Stiles nodded his head.
"Yeah saw him this morning." I opened my mouth but was unable to say anything when my thought were disturbed by the sound of wood slapping against a table. My head snapped forward to look at the front of the room where are already pissed off teacher was looking even more pissed.
"Stiles and Christa, I don't want to tell you again, this class is not for gossiping, it's for learning." My body tensed and a slouched in my seat. "Now if you would kindly pay attention I was just to tell everyone that we have a pop quiz today." I groaned and slouched even further into my seat trying to hide from the evil glares all the other students were giving me. This is going to be a long day.
When gym came around I actually had something to be happy about, it was climbing day, something I enjoyed. I hurried into the Locker room and got dressed, almost completely ignoring Allison when she said hi to me.
"Hi Christa." Her voice just kinda blended in with all the other gossip that was filling the girls locker room, so it's not like it was my fault for not hearing her. "Christa!" She must have terrible patience because she didn't even try to call my name nicely, she just kinda yelled. I looked at her and smiled.
"There's no need to yell." She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well you weren't listening." I rolled my eyes and finished tying my shoes. She walked beside me on the way to the correct gym for today's activity, though I had no idea what she was talking about, I still pretended I did. Though it started to get annoying when she started to talk about Scott, and I don't mean casual talk, I mean full out verbal worship of the guy.
"Allison! I don't want to hear about your secret sex life." She frowned at me and opened her mouth to say something, but as luck would have it she was interrupted by Coach.
"All right, listen up everyone. I want two lines, one with guys the other girls!" I hurried into line and found myself behind a blonde, she was shaking and reeked of fear. I watched her body tremble, why is she so scared? I reached my hand out and touched her shoulder, making her turn around like a rabbit that was surrounded by wolves.
"What do you want?" She looked terrible to be honest, like she hasn't had a moment of rest in 10 years.
"I uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay." She shook her head.
"No...I'm not supposed to do this, I'm-" I didn't mean to but I ended up tuning her out when I notice that Allison made Scott fall off the climbing wall. I watched as Scott stood up and tried to regain what dignity he still had, it was quite amusing to be honest. Allison reached the top and then slowly descended back down. Once Allison's feet were on the ground, the smell of fear almost made me hurl. I looked to the blonde again she could hardly walk, or stand up for that matter, still she made her way to the wall and took hold of the rope. Next to her was Stiles and he clearly didn't want the blonde climbing the wall, I noticed him whisper something to her and she gave him a small smile. I didn't like it, I know it shouldn't bother me, but it did. I watched the girls every shaky movement, this was wrong, something is very wrong. I listened as her heart began to race and pound, it made my heart clench and my hands tremble. Then it happened. She began to hyperventilate.
"What's wrong with her? Erica! Get climbing!" I watched as Allison rushed over to Coach and tap him on the shoulder. "What is it? What do you want?" Allison's face was white and she was clearly scared.
"Coach, Erica is an epileptic." Coach's face twisted in confusion.
"Why doesn't anyone tell me these things." My body tensed and I snapped my attention back to Erica. She was violently shaking, she was going to fall. Then just as I predicted her hands released the rope and she became a victim of gravity. I thrusted my body forward and reached my arms out just in time to catch Erica. I planted a foot down in front of me and almost went into a splits, and oh my fucking god did it hurt like hell.
"Fucking Hell!" I let her down for a second so I could stand up, but the second I placed her down she went into a full on seizer. I slowly stood back up completely in pain from the forced splits. Stiles who had descended back down from the climbing wall was right behind me.
"Are you okay?" I bent down, placing one hand under Erica's legs and the other under her back, lifting her up bridal style. I turned around and gave Stiles a annoyed face.
"Yes I'm fine, on the other hand Erica is having a seizer right now so I think her health is more important at the moment." Stiles gave me a nod before he turned to Coach who had snuck up behind him.
"We're going to take Erica to the nurses office." The Coach seemed to be in a daze at the moment, but he managed to give Stiles and me a nod. I carried Erica all the way to the nurses office whilst Stiles opened doors and yelled at people to get out of my way, why there were people in the hallway, in the middle of class is beyond me. When we reached the nurses office, I swear Stiles could make some one go deaf if he yelled loud enough. "HEY NURSE WE GOT AN EMERGENCY!" The nurse looked up from her desk were she was filling out paper, her face riddled with anger and annoyance, but once her eyes fell on Erica she looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
"Omg! Set her down on the bed and leave the rest to me." I looked over to where she pointed, a typical school bed where sick kids would lay on before they went home or got better. I moved over and set her down, her face was unreadable and she was sweating pales. I placed my hand on her forehead and brushed her hair out of her face, she really was beautiful and I hope she knows that. The nurse rushed over and pushed me away from Erica, I let out a low growl to quiet for her to hear. I wanted to stay and make sure she would be okay, but it was clear the nurse wouldn't allow such a thing. "Go back to class now!" I grunted and spun around on my heels making my way for the exit. Stiles was right next to me in seconds his face wearing a smile as always.
"Hey, are you sure you're alight?" I sighed and felt my chest get tight. I rested my right hand over my heart before I looked up at Stiles.
"No Stiles, I'm not alright." He frowned and placed a hand on my shoulder and we both stopped walking.
"Tell me." I lowered my head and let my arms go limp. "Come on, I wont judge you." My face tightened and my head snapped up to look Stiles directly in the eyes, when I saw my reflection my whole body froze. My body began to tremble, my chest was as tight as a virgin and my throat was as dry as the desert. Why? Why can he see it, why are they like that, why does the world hate me? His face was altered, it wasn't his happy go lucky face that melted away all my troubles. It was one of confusion and the smell of fear and angry was radiating off of him. It made me sick.
"Stiles..." He removed his hand from my shoulder and took a step back. "Stiles wait." He shook his head.
"No..." I stepped forward and reached out my hand trying to take hold of his. He slapped my hand away and took a deep breath so he could yell. I didn't want to hear it, not from him. I already knew what he was going to say, I knew he saw but still, it doesn't change how much this is going to hurt. My body wasn't listening and now because I'm fucking sick and got something in me from my own stupidity, he's going to hate me. Just say it...say it.
"Why are they blue?"