Chapter 3: Illusion

The day was almost over, I only needed to survive one more hour of hell. I couldn't think of anything else except what Scott had mentioned, and the new boy. How could he be healed so fast? That was biologically impossible, he couldn't be better overnight. Scott must have rabies or some type of infection, things just didn't add up. I kept alternating between the incident with Scott and Derek Hale. Butterflies in my tummy where not something I was used too. Especially for a guy, I mean I always thought guys were hot but nothing like Derek. It was different with Derek. An instant infatuation. I couldn't help but think of Derek Hale, he was just too perfect. I didn't even know they made guys like him. I needed to talk to him again.

I kept drifting in and out of the lecture, seeing the wolf again. His eyes, his teeth, and his hunger.

Images of Scott being tackled down and being attacked with those massive jagged teeth. Tearing into his side, ripping the skin and scrapping the muscle down beneath. I could smell the blood coming off Scott, pouring onto the ground. I could imagine Scott, scared and tattered on the cold floor; waiting to die. Whatever must have scared the wolf off, I was grateful too. The fact that he left my friend alone and in one piece, was the strangest part. How could Scott survived that attack? I was over thinking the situation.

The bell rang for our freedom. I could finally just drive home and relax. Today was just a very odd day, especially after last nights incident, I needed some sleep. I was surprised I didn't just fall over in class today. Scott was coming over so I needed my rest. We had many things to say to one another. I needed to know how Scott escaped death unharmed. I needed to take my mind off things, at least until Scott came over.

I started walking over to the parking lot, ignoring people who I thought might drag me into unnecessary conversation. I saw that my Jeep was next to a black Chevy Camero, the only cars that were the farthest from the schools entrance. I could see the back of some guy standing by the Camero just looking into the woods, watching for something. I was too far away to notice who he was, all I knew was that he looked good from my angle. As I approached closer, I instantly knew it was Derek Hale. Leave it up to the new guy to have the best car in the entire school. A million and one thoughts were flooding through my head, some were not so good, some where not so G rated.

"Hey Derek, it is Derek, right?" I asked him. I was an idiot, I was thinking about him the entire day.

"Yeah, it's Derek," he replied almost annoyed with the question.

"Awesome Camero man," I said.

"Thanks man. Awesome Jeep," he said.

I was sure that he was annoyed with me. I couldn't help but look at him and admire his body. There was something so sexy about this new guy. I can't believe he was Alison's cousin. He must have noticed I was staring again. Our eyes met again and I quickly looked away.

"Uh, yeah...well...um...have a good day sir," I mumbled. I was the biggest dork ever. How could I have said that to him? I was beyond embarrassed with myself.

He nodded and just got into his car. I was never going to live that down. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I had never had feelings like this for someone I didn't even know. Especially a guy. This whole gay thing was starting to mess with my head. I was repeating lunch in my head the whole way home.

As I walked into my house, the silence was overwhelming. My dad wasn't home, as usual. I've spent so many nights alone, longing to be with someone. Someone who would genuinely love to spend time with me. I was alone for more than I could care to remember. Looking around, my house a mess. The alcohol on the counter, the trash overfilling, and the dishes in the sink. Another average day in the Stilinkski home.

I walked upstairs and opened my door. I kicked my shoes off and turned on my computer. I put on some Bon Iver and laid on my bed. I let the music control my heartbeat. Slowly I could see his face, his eyes.

"Stiles?" I heard a voice, distorted.

"Whose there?" I yelled.

"It's me, Derek. I had to see you," Derek said.

"How did you know I lived here? How did you..." Derek put his finger on my lips, interrupted me.

My body was shivering. His finger on my lips, waiting for me. Our eyes fixated on each other. His touch was electric, my pulse was on fire. I couldn't look away. He took his finger off my lips and we were breathing hard.

"H-h-h-ow did you get in here?" I mumbled.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

He laid down on my bed, I followed. I was in a trance with him, it was nothing like I've ever felt before. We grew closer and closer. I could feel his breathe on me, I could feel his heartbeat on me. The lights were off and it seemed too good to be true. His hands were heavy on me. We were intertwined in lust, just touching. His body was hot, sweating, and his eyes melting away. Our bodies seemed to go together, we just worked. My temperature was growing, my breath was rhythmic with his, and it was perfect. I followed his fingers across my face. I was falling in love so quickly.

His eyes, I was in obsession with them. They seemed to take all my worries away. Our lips had yet to touch, but it was close. I could feel his breathe on my lips. His eyes embracing me, I didn't feel alone anymore.

"I'm running out of reasons not to kiss you Stiles," he sighed.

"There is no going back after I kiss you Stiles. You will be mine," he sighed. "I'm a bad guy Stiles, my heart is tainted."

"Then kiss me," I shivered.

He pushed his lips onto mine. Our lips touched and it set fire to my lips. I closed my eyes and I could feel a rush of shivers running down my whole body. I could feel his stubble from his beard on my chin as we kissed. He pulled me in closer, and my body shivered. I didn't know what came over me, but I liked it. My fingers tussled his hair as he bit my lip softly. I felt more alive in this moment, than my entire life. This felt completely right, nothing fabricated. He kissed me harder and our hands raveled again. He started to remove his shirt and I could see his body. So perfect, his muscles, his abs, his sweaty body. I didn't want this to stop, ever. Our chests met, and we meshed so well.

I was growing with heat and lust for him. Our bodies, synchronized in an endless motion. I was laying below him, savoring his kiss. He kissed my neck, and I was in heaven. He kicked his shoes and jeans off quickly. This was escalating into something I always wanted. He practically tore my jeans off my lower body, almost exposed. I had never been this close to somebody in my entire life. For once I didn't feel alone, for once someone cared enough about me to be with me. Derek Hale would be my first, and everything seemed to fall into place. I knew what was about to happen, something I had wished for since I discovered who I was, who I really was. His tongue distracted me, keeping me occupied. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to be one with him. My body was numb with anticipation, not knowing what to expect or what to hope for. I grasped the sheets and my back was arching for him. His hands never leaving my body, felt hot to the touch. I clawed his back with my urging hands. I closed my eyes again and waited for his kiss; and nothing. He was teasing me. I opened my eyes and I saw those eyes. I saw those aureloin eyes and I jumped up scared.

"Stiles, kiddo, where are you?" my dad yelled out.

Everything was a dream? How could it? It was so real. I was sweating and my clothes were off. I was so disappointed. That was such a ride, something I've always wanted. An illusion is all it was.

"Yeah dad? I'm here. Upstairs. I'll be down in a few!" I responded.

"Scott's here to see you, should I send him up?" He asked.

"Yeah dad, send him up! Scott get up here!" I yelled.

I heard Scott run up the stairs to my room. I had already changed so I was good to go. He opened the door and walked in. I closed the door behind him.

"How the hell did you just get up and have no wounds?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I just didn't," he replied.

"It's impossible for you to just get up and be OK. There is no way Scott. Thats some crazy shit!" I said.

"I'm not sure Stiles, I felt the wolf eat away at me, then he was gone. I keep hearing things, seeing things. I can't explain it. After I got home, I was burning up, I was sweating. I got into bed and when I woke up, I was completely healed. I have no idea how it happened. I was just so scared from last night, I had no idea why I was alive. I feel incredible right now," Scott said.

"This is no coincidence Scott. There has to be a reason why you didn't die that night. There has to be something that happened to you. People don't just heal over night Scott, this isn't a movie or something. You were attacked and just healed," I said.

"I don't know but I feel amazing, like nothing can harm me. I feel strong, smarter, faster," Scott said.

"There must be a good reason for your miraculous healing, and I'm going to find out," I said.

"I'm taking off Stiles, date with Alison tonight, I have to get ready," Scott said as he walked out of my room.

How could my best friend just live after a wolf attack? Why would the wolf just leave him without killing him?

There was something about this situation that just didn't sit right with me. What was wrong with Scott?

I had so many questions about that night, but so many questions about my illusion involving Derek Hale. I knew something was up, but I needed to know what exactly.

As I laid in my bed, I saw that night flash in my eyes; Scott and I walking through the woods, wandering around for the body. The wolf. He was standing there looking at us. His eyes glowing and so familiar at this point. His eyes, why couldn't I get them out of my head? Why did I keep having these visions of the wolf? Something about this wolf that just fascinated me. There must be a connection with the wolf and Scott being attacked. There was no way that it was just a coincidence. Then it hit me. Lycanthropy. The curse of the wolf.

I had to research it, I had to find out everything I could.

Lycanthropy - A human with an ability to shape shift into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely, by being bitten by another werewolf, or being placed under a cure.

Scott was a werewolf, or was about to turn into one.