A/N: Thanks again Gabe's-Girl-Forever, for another wonderful review (:, now, I'm trying to update this story as fast I can, cus I love you!
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Chapter Three: Movie Night
"Jackson, you're going and that's it!" said Lydia Martin, as she continued to straighten her hair. She was talking to Jackson on speaker phone, and getting ready for Isaac's movie night. Jackson was getting terribly irritable about it.
"But Lydia –" he whined before being cut off by her again. Jackson was still new to this whole Werewolf-Creature of the Night thing, and he was terrified of phasing in front of everyone and causing mass hysteria.
"Jackson, they're your pack. They'd help you control it if anything. Isaac's trying to Derek a favor by getting everyone together again. You need to understand that. You're not in this alone. We're one team, one pack .. one family." She said, pausing by looking in the mirror, "Something you never really had."
Jackson was taken aback. He never really let anyone lecture him other than Danny, but for some reason, he took in the words Lydia had spoken. She was right, absolutely right. He took general solace that Lydia accepted him as he is. She was a loving girl under all of the prada she wore. He couldn't be any more happy that he had her. She was his anchor, and he was her chain, keeping them from being too far apart.
"Lydia." He said, more as if trying to get her attention, "I love you. So much, it's amazing." He finished, waiting for her response. She told him he loved her the night they killed Gerard Argent, but he always thought that she said it just to make him feel better. Lydia sighed, and walked over to the window, clutching the phone in her hand.
"I love you more Jackson, if anything happens .. We're in this together." She said, as she walked over to her bed. Lydia loved Jackson very much, even though she had boys and the occasional girl here and there pinning over her .. She always knew that Jackson was there, her heart belonged to the blue-eyed wolf.
"I'll be right over to pick you up ok?" he said, before hanging up. Lydia resumed her hair styling, and smiled goofily into the mirror, as she realized her true wolf in shining armor was there to make her feel special, something she really wanted and needed.
Isaac Lahey was in his home getting ready for the movie night he planned. He tried his hardest to be in the Alpha's good graces, but he also wanted his pack to be whole, not as broken as it is now. He gathered multiple foods (seeing as werewolves could generate quite an appetite) and set them down on the ivory table in front of the large, flat-screened television. Sandwiches, cookies, cakes, chips, brownies, and various other fruits were scattered across the table in a neat fashion, the large stack of DVD's next to them looming over them, casting a shadow over the large feast. The first movie on the list, was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one of his favorites, and the last movie him and his brother both saw together before he left to war.
Isaac had some sentimentality for his father, but not much. His father was his anchor, the anger, the rage, the unspoken curses Isaac had towards him, all the pain .. it saved Isaac. It saved him from hurting others. He thanked his father for that much, but he hated him for the scars he put on him. As Isaac's eyes began to water, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of his guests. He walked towards the door and opened, revealing Erica and Boyd standing on his porch with hands intertwined. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden affection of the two, and let out a small chuckle followed by a small sly smile.
"Don't even start .." said Erica, as she shoved past him to get inside the house. He earned a warning glare from Boyd, and shut the door, smiling as he made his way back to the living room. The two teens were sitting on the sofa, Boyd's arm around Erica.
"When are the others getting here?" asked Boyd, shuffling through the racks of DVD's on the table. Isaac shrugged, and sat down on the couch opposite of them, "And Derek?" Boyd asked. Erica scoffed and then laughed.
"You really think he's gonna show?" she laughed again, "He doesn't know how to have fun, let alone even sit through a whole, entire, full-length movie with his own pack."
"Erica, I think you oughtta remind yourself that maybe talking about your own Alpha, isn't a bright thing to do. Especially since he brought you into this new life, and he can easily take you out." Said a booming voice from behind. None other than Derek Hale moved from behind the corner of the hall.
"Derek! I thought –" Erica began, before being silenced by the Alpha himself. He was used to her blatant disrespect towards other pack members, but now that she was disrespecting him, her Alpha .. her creator, so to say it, it not only got him angry .. it hurt.
"Save it." He spat, before walking forward advancing to where she was sitting, "You know Erica, before I changed you, you were a nice girl, someone who was afraid of bullies, someone who used to cower in fear at other students when they stared at you for too long. You never ONCE thought about hurting anyone, harming anyone or disrespecting anyone. So why do it now? Is it because even though all your sicknesses are gone, you're still insecure?" He said, Erica bowing her head in shame, "Exactly, that's what I thought, and even despite your lack of respect towards me and the pack, I still found it in my heart to save you. So remember that the next time you decide to say something slick."
That seemed to shut Erica up completely, seeing as she looked up at Derek in defeat. She was furious, but she knew she couldn't argue with his words. Boyd, feeling way to macho, and way too overprotective, and way too stupid, stood up to confront Derek in Erica's defense.
"Who are you to tell my mate how to live her life? You never cared for us, you only cared about getting even with Scott, and getting him to join your little army, you put our lives in danger almost every single day. You never once thought about us to even –" he began before being shoved down by Derek, eyes ablazed.
"Who am I? I .. am .. your .. ALPHA. Your leader. I gave you the health and the power that you have now. I gave you the strength you now possess. I made you lose that fear you had. So I really don't wanna hear you ask who I am. And as for me not caring? I saved your life. I saved you from being a pathetic outcast. I saved you from being attacked by the Hunters. I saved you from being killed by the Kanima. I saved you from being ripped to shreds by a pack of Alphas, and you wanna stand there and accuse me of not caring about you? I think not. Know your place Boyd, before you have no place at all. Sit down." Derek interjected. Boyd's eyes flashed a bright amber color, and stared Derek down. The tension in the air was thicker then the woods in the mountains of Beacon Hills, and apparently, it was bothering Isaac.
"Um, guys .. if you can .. I really would like to see you chew other's limbs off, but not in my house, please? I just got it .." said Isaac, hands in his pocket. He was standing throughout the whole ordeal, awkwardly.
"Sorry Isaac .. You should head to the door. Scott's here … with Allison." Said Derek. Erica's ears shifted, a sense of confusion washing over as she processed the words Derek spoke. Scott? With Allison? She thought.
"I thought Scott left her? You know, right after she went all psycho?" Erica asked, Derek shooting a glare at her, "Right, I get it .. watch what I say .. Whatever."
Isaac walked towards the door, and opened it, receiving a 'what's up' from Scott, and a 'Hi Isaac' from Allison. Shortly after they walked in, Jackson's Porsche pulled up in the driveway, and both he and Lydia walked out and entered his home. Isaac closed the door behind them, and followed them into the living room where everyone was seated.
"Hey where's Stiles?" asked Allison, her eyes scanning the DVD playlist Isaac set up. She was really enjoying the selection of movies he had picked out. Horror movies were her favorite.
"I don't know, I texted him this morning to see if he was coming and he told me that he was, but I haven't heard from him since then." Replied Isaac, shrugging his shoulders.
"Has anyone checked up on him?" asked Lydia, whipping out her phone to send a quick text to him. The group all looked at each other awkwardly, and then shrugged. Just then the door opened, and Stiles appeared, holding what seemed to be four Extra-Jumbo bags of popcorn, dropping them when he saw the feast that was laid upon the table.
"Isaac .. not fair. While you've prepared a feast of kings .. I'm here in the supermarket deciding whether or not this popcorn was gonna be enough! I got Caramel Corn, Jalapeno Cheddar Cheese, Extra Butter, and Rainbow Popc-"
"GIMMIE THAT!" Jackson screamed, snatching the colorful popcorn bag from Stiles' grasp, knocking the rest to the floor. Stiles stood there, mouth agape. He had never seen Jackson this excited before.
"Dude! What the hell? You're just gonna snatch'em up without asking everyone else if they want any?" he asked, pouting like a five-year old. Jackson looked up with his strange blue werewolf eyes.
"Is that a problem?" he asked, a little too threateningly. Stiles however, was not fazed by his threat, he just rolled his eyes and picked up the rest of the bags off of the floor.
"Considering that there are others who are here, and the fact that you have a feast on the table in front of you, not to mention the bag being an extra-jumbo size .." he said, trailing off as he headed to the kitchen. Isaac popped in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and sat down, the intro depicting that the entire film they were about to watch was based on a true story. Stiles hurried in to the living room, an extreme tower of bowls of popcorn being carried. He handed one to everyone, minus Jackson, and went down to sit next to Derek. He handed out a bowl to Derek, who grabbed it, let out a small thank you to him. He sat down, and began to watch the film. Although Stiles loved horror films, this one was a bit too intense for him. He didn't want to seem like a coward in front of his friends, so his eyes left the screen just as a woman put a gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger spewing a mass amount of blood on the poor vacationers' van window. He glanced at Erica, who was laying on Boyd's shoulder, then at Boyd who seemed to be watching the movie with a great deal of boredom. He then looked at Allison who was laying on Scott's lap, covering her eyes from the gory film in front of them. He glanced at Scott, who had his head all the way back, snoring softly, Jackson was holding Lydia's arm, obviously scared, while his other hand shoved a handful of both rainbow popcorn and brownie, into his mouth. Lydia wasn't even watching the film, instead, she was reading through a magazine, occasionally jumping at frightening scenes. Isaac was watching the movie, half asleep in the recliner across from the television. He took a glance at Derek, who was focusing on the film, not even flinching when a scary scene came up. Why is he always so .. dull. Time to mess with him. He thought, smirking to himself.
"Psst, Hey! Derek!" whispered Stiles, lightly giving him a nudge. Derek turned to look at Stiles with an impatient face.
"What? Can't you see I'm trying to watch a movie?" Derek hissed.
"I saw you smile for once." Said Stiles, slyly.
"What? What are you talking about? When did I smile?" asked Derek, pure annoyance in his tone. He really wanted to watch the movie for once.
"When I handed you the popcorn," whispered Stiles, "you took the popcorn, said 'thank you' and gave me a small smile."
"I did not give you a smile Stiles, now leave me alone." Derek said, adverting his gaze back to the movie. Stiles pouted, but he wouldn't give up.
"I'm one-hundred percent sure that you smiled," he whispered, watching Derek's patience grow thin. Derek slowly looked to him.
"Stiles, I'm telling you this once, and only once. Let me finish this movie, or I'll rip your throat out with my teeth. I did not smile, now Watch. The. Movie." Derek whispered back.
"Did too." Stiles whispered.
"Did not." Derek whispered.
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Aha! Got you, you did smile!" Stiles said, pointing a finger in Derek's face. Derek slapped his hand away.
"That's not right, you tricked me, and whether you trick me or not, I know the truth. I didn't smile. Now leave me be." He said.
"Will you two shut the hell up!?" screamed Jackson, causing Stiles to jump, "Leatherface is about to kill this girl! She's hiding in a wall!"
Stiles sighed in defeat, setting his eyes back to the movie and saw a sight that shook him to the very core. Leatherface grabbed the afro-headed victim, and hung him up on a chandelier, then revved the chainsaw, and swung the blade from his groin, cutting upwards in a vertical direction. This apparently grossed Stiles out, but he couldn't stop watching the movie. By the end, when they showed the 'actual police footage of the crime scene' the screen went blank as he noticed everyone fell asleep. It was completely dark, and the only emotion Stiles could feel, was fear. This movie really did scare the hell out of him, and that's when he saw it, a large shadowy object behind the couch where Lydia and Jackson fell asleep. He stared at the object, and it stared back. Coincidentally, the object had the same height as Leatherface. He did the only thing he could muster the courage to do. He screamed, very loudly, and very girly. The group screamed themselves awake, and looked around in terror, even Derek flashed his red Alpha-eyes and growled deeply, while Isaac fell out of the recliner and struggled to turn on the light on.
"What Stiles!? What's wrong!?" asked Scott, running towards his best friend. Stiles pointed behind the couch where he saw the object, but then pouted a confused look. The object was nothing but a decorative tree, "Well Stiles!?"
"Uh, sorry .. I thought that tree over there was Leatherface .." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. The group groaned in anger and tiredness as they all packed up their stuff to leave. Allison and Scott were first, both thanking Isaac for a wonderful time. Then Boyd and Erica, who swiftly left with a nod of approval towards him, then Jackson and Lydia, whom appeared to be frightened by the movie. Stiles stood a little later to help Isaac clean up a bit, as did Derek.
"Derek, do you need a ride home?" asked Stiles, who was sweeping up the fallen pieces of popcorn from the floor.
"Actually, I need you to show me the website you found that had Elena's info." He replied, vacuuming the discarded chips from the rug.
"Sure, I guess I could head to my place, show you then take you home." Shrugged Stiles. He put away the dustpan, and grabbed his keys from his pocket.
"Woah, you found info on that Alpha girl from the other night?" asked Isaac, his head cocked to the side in a confused fashion.
"Not much, but enough." Stiles replied, "Anyway, thanks a lot Isaac, I had fun .. except for the whole, chainsaw fearing thing."
Isaac chuckled, "No problem Stiles, see ya. You too Derek, you guys have a nice night." He closed the door, but before he could close it, he saw her. A young shy looking girl, hiding in the forest just beyond the houses in front of Isaac's. Her red eyes, gleaming in the moonlight, and was that .. a tear? Forming just in her left eye? Just as he blinked, she was gone.
"Ok, so I pulled up Elena's missing person's file from her old town's website, and here are some pictures of her and –" he paused to see the picture, he couldn't believe it, "WOAH, she looks just like –"
"Laura .." Derek finished. Stiles jumped at the sound of Derek's voice, he had forgotten the Alpha was in the room with him. He felt Derek's heart sink a little. Even though Derek wasn't Stiles' favorite person on earth, he still felt sorry for him. They had something in common. They both lost good members of their families, good, loving members.
"Derek, I never got a chance to tell you this .. but .. I'm sorry. About Laura, and about your family .." Stiles said, looking down. Derek was taken aback. No one ever left their sympathies for his family, for him, not even for Peter, who was off hunting Gerard's body. He walked towards the window, muttered 'Thanks Stiles', then opened it.
"Wait! Can you patrol around my house?" asked Stiles, running to stop Derek.
"For what?" groaned Derek.
"Well .. What if Leatherface –" Stiles began, before being cut off by Derek.
"Stiles!" he yelled, "It's just a movie."
"Yeah, that's based on a true story!" said Stiles, throwing his arms in the air. He knew it was a stupid question, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
"Stiles, it happened in Texas .. that's more than eight hundred miles away. Goodnight." Derek said, before putting one foot out of the window.
"Easy for you to not be afraid, you're a freaking Werewolf! With a pack! I'm just a hundred and forty eight pounds of nothing." Stiles replied.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Look, you're pack. Pack is family, and family never gets left behind. Feel better?" He finished.
"Ojana *" Stiles said, while Derek gave him the what-did-you-just-say look, "What? You've never seen Lilo and Stitch? She says the same thing."
"Goodnight." Derek said in annoyance, before taking off into the night, leaving Stiles once again, confused.
Hope you guys enjoyed (: Chapter Four gets ... interesting.