Hello everyone, happy holidays to you all! Sorry about the last chapter; I know that was kind of a dick move butt. I'm talking big butts here. It will get better, probably. Love you all and remember, stay happy.
"Why are they blue?" It hurt. The words made my mind and body hurt, it felt like my world was falling apart and crumbling in this one moment. He found out. I planned to tell him, but not like this. I never wanted this.
"I-i can explain." My words came out fast and panicked, my body trembled uncontrollably and my head was spinning. Stiles put up a hand.
"I don't want to hear it." His brow was furrowed and he looked like he was about to scream. Tears threatened to fall, I tried to stop them, but I knew it would do no good. The pain I felt right now could never be tamed. Stiles didn't say anything, he just stared at me with this face that made me feel like I had just killed a puppy.
"What the hell is going on over here?" Me and Stiles turned our heads to see Scott racing down the hallway, coming straight for us. His face was painted with anger and his fist were clenched with determination. I backed away from Stiles, letting Scott get in between us. He looked me over and he almost looked like he was about to punch me in the face. "What the hell?!" He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. "What the hell Christa? Why didn't you tell us?" The longer he held onto me the tighter his grip got, it quickly became painful as his claws dug into my skin and made me bleed.
"I didn't feel the need to tell someone I just met this week." He glared at me and his eyes flashed yellow.
"So you didn't feel the need to tell Stiles?" My heart sped up and my knees began to shake. "It seems you trust him a lot, so why didn't you tell him?" I felt my skin grow thicker and my head start to spin. Black dots began to scatter my vision, making it harder for me to pay attention to Scott's voice. I listened as Stiles came closer and speak up.
"Scott lay off." Scott's grip became unbearable, and I audibly began to whimper. "You're hurting her." Scott's scent changed and began to suffocate me.
"Why aren't you bothered by this?!" The voices became too loud and I felt like screaming. Everything became blurred and I felt my world slipping beneath me as I descended into darkness. I'm done for. Me and Stiles will never be the same. Scott won't let me near him and I was going to have to move again. As the darkness consumes me the words I've favoured for so long come back to me.
How does one know when to be afraid
and when to be brave,
How do you know you're falling,
When you could be flying upside-down,
The choice is your's, so what do you chose?
"Scott, put her the fuck down." The unknown voice was the last thing that I heard before the darkness took me completely. I felt my body become heavy and head for the ground, but the pain of the hard floor never came. Only the feeling of someone catching me.
I opened my eyes and found myself on the forest floor, in the middle of the night with the full moon high above my head. How the hell did I get them? I slowly stood up only to be knocked back down to the ground by a scaly tail. The Kanima crawled over me and held his face inches from mine, letting his venom drip onto my face. He looked me in the eyes and a bright light temperately blinded me. When my vision came back I was sitting in a chair, my arms and legs where chained and I was paralysed with the Kanima's venom. I looked around and found a man wearing a hood staring at me. He looked at me and laughed. His hands moved up and he pulled down his hood, but his face was blurred out and black.
"What the fuck?" Another bright flash and the Kanima was in front of me again. The man stood behind him. I felt my blood run cold, and found my body unmovable. The Kanima opened his jaw and let out a low and deep hiss. I was terrified, I was going to die! Alone in this forest. I felt like crying but I couldn't. The Kanima's tail slinked up my arm and wrapped around my neck, the scales felt gross and made me want to throw up, but again I had no control over my bodies functions.
Then another flash, and I began to fall. The floor disappeared and I fell into the darkness; it felt like I was just kicked into the hole from 300. When I landed; I was on the school floor in the middle of passing time. People were walking around me, going in all different directions paying no mind to the world around them. No one stood out, no one was out of place. Except for one man, he walked down the hall with his back towards me I couldn't see his face, but I knew his jacket. The Kanima master wore the same one. When he turned around I got a clear image of his face. His hair was dark brown and curly. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green that was on the border line of being grey. I felt like I've seen him before but I didn't know where.
Then with another flash everyone disappeared, to be replaced with a single woman. The same woman from the woods. She looked at me and held out her arms, like she expected me to come running into them. I don't know why, or how, but I felt like I've met her somewhere other that the woods and my dreams. She was someone important, but I don't know how. She opened her mouth and began to talk.
"Christa!" I took a step forward. "Christa it's time to wake up." Her voice sounded familiar, but I just couldn't place it. "Christa can you hear me, it's time to wake up!" Then it hit me. Deaton. I felt my eyes had shut, so I forced them open. The sudden bright light made it hard for me to see, but my eyes adjusted quickly and the vet came into view. "Hello and welcome back." I sat up but, something was different, my body wasn't normal. It was back as it was, in the forest...back in Canada. I had white fur, fur that reminded me about the soft, sweet snow that laid on the ground back in Canada. It almost made me feel like crying.
"So what's up with the wolf thing? Like her being an actual wolf?" I turned my head to see Stiles standing next to Scott, who seemed to being steaming like one of those cartoon characters when they get angry. Then my head turned to the girlish squeals that came from the other side of the room. Or to be exact, Lydia who was acting like a little girl in the middle of a herd of kittens. Allison who stood next to her just seemed to be annoyed.
"Christa I'm sorry if this is demeaning or anything to hurt the trade mark werewolf pride thing everyone has going on but, you are, so, fucking cute!" I tilted my head in confusion but she only squealed more. Allison just rolled her eyes and nudged Lydia in the side telling her to shut up. I turned back to Deaton and he seemed to be very worried, hell he reeked of the scent. Whining I turned my body completely around to face Stiles, I really needed to talk to him, but first I needed to change back. I closed my eyes and focused on an image of what I looked like before I morphed, and then I just let it happen. When I felt I was completely changed I opened my eyes, and oh my god I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from being an idiot. For I had completely forgot that hey, when I change back I'm going to be fucking naked.
And just my luck I had felt the need to change while facing Stiles fucking Stilinski, fuck I'm an idiot. Fuck, fuck fuckity fuck fuck. He was blushing like a mad man, and Scott looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Lydia and Allison as if planned; slid in front of me and covered me with a prepared attack on titan cloak that they had found in my backpack, seeing as it was mine. Wait that means they had to have went through my shit. What the hell? I covered my face with the cloaks hood and curled up into a ball on the table to embarrassed to do or say anything.
"Well that happened." Was all I heard Stiles say, and god did it scare me. Like I could never tell what that idiot was thinking, and it scared the hell out of me. Lydia placed her hands on my shoulders and patted my back.
"Hey Christa." I looked back at her and nodded my head.
"Yeah?" She held up a bag of clothes and placed them on the table.
"Do you want to get dressed?" I nodded my head and she looked up at everyone and gave them all an evil stare. "You heard the girl. Get the fuck out." With that she dragged Stiles out of the room with Deaton close behind. Then Allison and Scott left. I sat up and dropped my face into my hands.
"What kind of moron am I?" I shook my head and rubbed my face dramaticly. Groaning I opened the bag and pulled out the contents laying them out on the operation table neatly. They were not mine, probably Lydia's as seeing Allison seems like one of those people that just can't share. I quickly put on the under garments, thanking the lord that we had the same size cup, or this could have gotten even more awkward. I pulled on the long sleeve black top, and the matching black skirt that had a series of bows on the sides. I pulled on the black leggings and put on the socks and shoes she had also provided. I let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. I am literally the stupidest person on the planet.
"Are you done yet?" I heard the door open a crack and Lydia whisper. I whimpered and jumped back onto the Op. table.
"Yeah, come on in." They all filled back in, but Deaton came over a little too quickly. "What's up Deat?" He raised an eyebrow at the shortening of his name, but shook his head and wrote it off.
"It's just, I'm worried." I nodded my head and threw my head back to crack it quick.
"Yeah I'm worried too." I looked back at him and he frowned.
"No, I mean... I'm worried what happened today is going to happen again. There is something strange going on with your body, and there is no telling when that is going to happen again." I shrugged and got off the table to stretch. When did I become so stiff?
"Who's to say it's even going to happen again." Deaton let out a groan before he slowly lowered his head onto the op. table. "Don't worry about it Deaton, nothing bad is going to happen." He looked up at me and shook his head. I smiled and spun around on my heels to look at everyone else. "So..what happened while I was out."
"Well... Erica's a werewolf now, no thanks to Derek." Stiles sighed out.
"Not to mention she's kind of a jerk now." Lydia added.
"Also after a painful deal, I got these." Stiles smirked held up a pair of keys. I furrowed my bro and tilted my head.
"What are those for?" He smiled widely before he shoved the keys back into his pocket.
"These are to the Ice rink, were all going. Including you." I smiled at Stiles and he smiled back, it wasn't the same smile that he gave me yesterday, but a smile none the less. "we should actually head put right now, so put on a jacket and let's get going." I smiled and made a weird sound.
"Don't suppose you picked up my jacket when you guys brung me here, it was kinda my fave." Stiles smirked and pointed to a spot next to the door where my backpack and jacket sat. I smiled and walked over, pulling on my jacket and bag. "Thanks a bunch Stiles." Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh.
"You shouldn't thank me about the jacket or your bag. This guy at school, his names Matt. We had an awkward conversation in the hall with him, where we tried to explain why we had a dog in the school, so he decided to lend a hand and carry your stuff for you. When we told him who's dog you were."
"And that owner is?" Stiles smiled.
"You, duh." I rolled my eyes at Stiles, not knowing if I should be happy or something else. "Well any ways, we should get going." Allison and Scott mumbled a yes in agreement before they fled the room. Lydia smiled at us both before she fled the room as well. "So about earlier." I looked up at Stiles waiting for him to say more. "Back at the school I mean." I felt my heart clench before dropping into my stomach.
"Stiles, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but..." I lowered my head, I couldn't look Stiles in the face. I didn't deserve to look at him. Ever again. "But due to rules set by my family I couldn't, I didn't mean to hide it, I just had to." I waited in the pained silence, waited for Stiles to yell at me, or hit me. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. Was he just that angry, or was it something else?
"Christa..." I felt my insides churn around. He said my name, my real name... what does that mean? Why...why is this happening. "Christa you don-." I threw my hands up and covered Stiles's mouth. I didn't want to hear anything, not from him.
"I'm gonna go home." I removed my hands from Stiles's person before I did my own walk of shame out of the room. When I walked into the lobby I picked up the pace, moving all too quickly out of the building. I didn't respond to any of the good byes that Lydia gave me. I couldn't, I didn't know how. The walk home was painful, with nothing around to keep me occupied my mind was left to focused on dark thoughts. He probably hates me now. Scott probably hates me more than ever, might even force me to stay away from Stiles and him. I let out a growl and pulled out my phone, I connected my headphones and put them in my ears. Pulling up my playlist, I skimmed through and picked out one of my favourite songs and hit play. The second the beat started I felt my body relax and sink into darkness.
I thought that I've been hurt like this before, but no ones every left me quite this sore. Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to bring me back to life. The lyrics struck a chord in me, and drew me in like a fish on a line. Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive. Memories started to flood back and wash over me, pulling me out into a sea of tears and blood. If I quit calling you my lover, move on. You watch me bleed until I can't breathe. I closed my eyes and let the salt water that had been pooling in my eyes flow. Shaking, falling onto my knees. And know that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
"Christa you're not a chicken are you?"
"No, I'm not and to prove it...I'll lead the way to the lake." Tripping over myself. Aching, begging you to come help. And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches. We walked into the forest, planning to disprove a mystery. Twelve kids went in that night. Just like a moth drawn to a flame, oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain. Only two came out. Your bitter heart cold to the touch. It was cold that night, and a storm was coming. My father told me to stay out of the woods, oh God I wish I had listened. Now I'm gonna reap what I sow. I'm left seeing red on my own. We all were picked off from the group one by one, until only me and Chloe were left. Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive. If I quit calling you my lover, move on. We were attacked by Windigos, surrounded on all sides and no were to run. You watch me bleed until I can't breathe. Shaking, falling onto my knees. I did what I thought was best, I transformed to protect her. And know that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches. The second I was transformed Chloe freaked out, she...fuck. Tripping over myself. Aching, begging you to come help. I tried to calm her down but, it only scared her more. She ended up running. And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches. She ran right into the Windigos, and they...they tore her apart, and ate her piece by piece.
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head. Needle and the thread gonna wind up dead.
When they were done, they turned to me. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I was paralysed with fear from head to toe.
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head. Get you out of my head.
Then just when I thought I was going to die right there and then, my father came out of no where and defended me. He killed all the Windigos but, he couldn't escape their poison. He couldn't escape death. And it's all my Fucking fault.
Then out of no where I was painfully shoved into the ground, and pinned there. My nose started bleeding and I had bit my tongue. The scent above me was full of anger and a shit tonne of ego. I whimpered and struggled to get out of the hold, but I couldn't. I moved my head trying to look behind me to see who is was but my captor shoved my face harder into the terrible ground covered in gravel that cut and irritated my skin. I listened and waited for the voice to speak knowing now that I could not escape the hold on me, but when I heard the voice I could almost swear my heart stopped.
"Hey Christa~." I gulped down the lump that clogged my throat and made me feel like throwing up. This can not be, she was so quiet and sweet. It was Erica, the girl from before, but how can that be for she was so weak earlier today, the only way that this is possible is that she has become a werewolf.
"Erica?" I thrusted my back up into her but she was ready and pushed me back down, cutting my face more. "What do you want?" The blonde chuckled and shoved one of her hands into my hair, grabbing a fist full of my locks. I whimpered and felt my hair being pulled from my scalp, it hurt like hell.
"Be quiet pup." I growled, but I listened. She let out a sigh and sat down on my back, making it hard to breathe. "Okay are you listening? Good. Now I need you to stay away from Stiles, he's mine not yours." I felt anger pool in my stomach and try to force it's way out in the form of vomit, but before it could I swallowed it back down. Instead I let it come out in the form of an insult.
"What, you think he'll want you fake bitchy ass?" I heard her scoff and it made me laugh, but my laugh was soon silenced by the amount of gravel shoved into my mouth. I coughed and choked trying to get the tiny rocks out of my mouth but it was very hard with out my hands.
"Shut up Canadian swine." I furrowed my brow and grinded my teeth, which was a mistake seeing as the rocks were still in my mouth. She grabbed my hair harder and pulled my head back, cracking my neck painfully. "Now I need to hear it from your mouth okay sweetie. Say 'I submit and I wont go near your property ever again.' Now come on I know you can do it." Her property? Stiles doesn't belong to anyone! Who the fuck does this women think she is!? She pulled at my head again, even more painful now. "Say it!" SHe shouted in my face, her saliva got on my skin.
"Okay, okay...I submi-"
"Shut up Christa." I shut my mouth instantly and my eyes snapped over to the sound of a car door slamming. "Don't say anything. Erica get off the poor girl." Erica's weight left my body, my muscles were now able to relax and settle down. I looked up to identify my savior, but to be honest I wish I hadn't. It was Derek. As in the Derek Hale, the one and only. The only survivor of the Hale house fire and probs the only living Hale. Not to mention he was hawt. My heart skipped a beat and all the info that I had gathered about him and his family came rushing through my mind, trying to make me ask about them, but I knew. I knew this was not the time so instead I settled for a simple.
"Hi." Derek smiled before he walked over and held out his hand. I stared and it and he stared at me, with hesitation I placed my hand in his and he helped me up onto my feet. I dusted off my clothes before I bowed in front of him with my hands on my knees. "I apologize." I stood back up and Derek's face made me choke up.
"Why are you apologizing?" I shook my head and pointed to myself.
"This was all my fault."
"She is correct Derek." Derek shook his head and glared at Erica making her shut up and go stiff.
"No it's her fault, don't let her twist you around and make you do things that you do not want." I smiled at him and kneeled down to pick up my bag and phone, putting the bag back on and my phone back in my pocket. "Christa, you are a wolf from the north right?" I chucked and Derek ended up flinching backwards, I've heard from someone that I have a laugh of a serial killer, he must think I'm angry. I smirked at Derek and punched him in the chest, a little to hard I guess because Erica jumped to help when Derek made a whimper like noise.
"Sorry. Yes Derek, I am from the North. If you wanted to you have just asked if I was Canadian." He smiled and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. He made me happy for some reason, I don't know if it was me being a girl or a detective, but either way he made me happy.
After Derek had herded Erica back into his car he apologized once more before he left and let me go on my way. The walk home was filled with thoughts about Derek and Stiles. I hated it. I hated the fact that I was falling in love, I didn't deserve it. So why, why is God giving me these men? I don't need them, I don't want them. I don't want to hurt them. I walked up to my door step and pulled out my keys, putting them into the lock and turning it. I opened the door and walked in closing the door behind me with a little to much force. I took off my shoes and hung up my coat. Then out of nowhere, out of fucking stupidity and some other shit I was slammed into the wall.
"Hey Chrissy." I growled at the nickname, I hated it sense it was my cousin's name and at every family reunion I got confused. It was Erica again, but this time she had brung Isaac with her. "Me and my friend just wanted to make sure you weren't going to disobey me, now are you." I am fucking sick of this shit, I just want to go to fucking bed! I spun around and kneed Erica in the crotch and punched her in the jaw, knocking her on her ass. Isaac moved to help but all he needed was a harsh glare and he stopped.
"I am not going to listen to some ignorant possy bitch, who doesn't know how to listen to her alpha!" I yelled in her face, venom dripping off every word. She tried to get up but I grabbed her shirt and punched her in the face again, this time I knocked out a tooth. "Don't even think about getting up, this is my house so my rules." She looked up at me and growled but I was clearly not the one she was angry at.
"Isaac don't just stand there!" Right on command he tried to attack me. Lame attempt. He charged at me fist raised and ready to hit me. I grabbed his hands and threw him over my shoulder and into the wall, he ended up falling on top of Erica. I laughed and punched him in the face, making his nose bleed.
"Well that didn't do ya'll much good now did it?" Isaac whimpered and held his broken looking nose. "Like I said this is my house, if you want to attack me here that's your fault." I chuckled and cracked my neck and knuckles, making the two wolf pups flinch. "Now are you going to leave quietly or am I going to have to make you?" Erica moved to get up on her feet but she was stopped by a woman's hand that was on her shoulder and pushed her back down.
"Now now Christa, this is not how we treat unexpected guest." It was my mother. She looked at me and her eyes turned blue and she smiled down at Erica and Isaac. The two looked up at her with fear filled eyes, and I couldn't lie, I would be looking at her just the same. I mean her face could literally kill 100 people who were all lined up in a row. She looked back at me her beautiful lavender eyes back to normal. "Get the hoodoo powder and the yarrow rope. Please." I nodded my head and looked down at the two giving them the same look as my mother. I kind of pity them, there about to suffer my mother's wrath.
I ran down into the basement and put some latex gloves on, yarrow isn't the nicest thing to wolves and I rather not grow suddenly weak. I grabbed the things my mother asked for and ran back upstairs setting them on the floor in front of my mother. She had already placed the two in metal chairs centered in the kitchen. I watched as my mother, who already had gloves on, picked up the yarrow rope and began to tie the two up. I picked up the bag of hoodoo powder and opened it. I shoved my hand in and pulled out a handful of the powder and threw it in their faces.
"Sorry you two but, we like quiet and cooperative victims." Their eyes went wide with fear, but soon went slanted from the powder. Then finally they fell asleep. "Good night you two."