Okay, so this is written in an OC perspective? So yeah.
Anyway sorry for updating so inconsistently- I've had my nephews and my brother visiting for a few days and things have been hectic.
BEFORE YOU READ:Remember that Jane is waking up in a BATHTUB in a strange place after she passed out on a side walk. Just think about how amazingly scary that would be.
Chapter Twenty:
"What the FUCK Stiles!" Jane screamed a towel wrapped around her wet body and her legs slowly stepping backwards- taking her into a corner and away from all the men in the room.
Why had she woken up in a weird plant-filled bath? Well she had no clue, but she doubted the reason was a nice one. She also knew that she was in the freaking vet's place, because she'd taken her rabbit Nymph to Dr Deaton loads of times. And now the man was standing in the room with the other men- watching as she trembled and looked for escape.
"J-Jane just let us explain." Her friend Stiles pleaded, honey eyes wide and hands held up defensively- if somewhat shakily in panic.
"Explain what?!" Jane screeched pressing herself closer to the corner bench, "Explain that you kidnapped me?! And put me in a weird bath? What kind of fetish creep are you?! I thought you were my friend!"
Jane was yelling for the pure reason that she knew there was no way of escape from these creeps- she was just one woman and there were five men, a majority of them muscular and tall (even the skinny-looking, hot, blonde one looked dangerous).
Oh god she was going to die! She never even said goodbye to her mum! Or Mrs Barker the Librarian. A-and the person who was going to kill her was Stiles? She must have woken up in some weird alternate reality. Jesus.
And who were these guys with Stiles anyway? Besides from the tall, blonde one the rest looked too old for a seventeen year old to be hanging out with.
"Who the hell are these people Stiles?" She demanded. Might as well get some answers before she was murdered by a bunch of hot guys (and yes, Okay, she should probably not be judging the physical appearance of her to-be-killers- but it was kind of hard not to notice the general attractiveness of these men).
She looked around.
There was a tall, dark and genuinely pissed looking man brooding in the corner- stubble gracing his chiselled cheekbones and lips so pursed that the man was almost pouting. The guy closest to him was older, and had a light goatee that strangely reminded Jane of a Disney-villain. Next to the vet- Deaton- was an extremely tall blonde boy with curly hair and an awkward expression.
There was no way she could take them.
"Ah- they're my friends?" Stiles offered sheepishly, and just as Jane was opening her mouth to yell at the creep some more- he started speaking again. "Jane we aren't going to hurt you, and I promise you're here for a reason that doesn't involve any harm coming to you." Stiles looked desperate- his doe-eyes wide and frantic, his hands ticking and shaking like an addict on withdrawal.
Jane narrowed her eyes, "That's just what a killer would say." She told him, trying to stand up a bit taller in pride.
This was not happening. No. Nope. She was way too young to die and she hadn't even gone to ComiCon yet! And why was she even thinking about that? She was about to DIE!
In front of her Stiles groaned , like he was the one in an unlucky situation- yeah right!
"C-can I just talk- and I promise after I finish you'll understand?" Stiles asked, seemingly desperate.
Jane sighed, "Well it's not like I can go anywhere." She gestured to her cornered, trapped position in an angry swipe.
Stiles nodded sadly, and the rest of the men looked to him and waited, just like Jane was doing.
He fiddled, biting his lips and twining his long fingers around each other; a classic nervous Stiles trait. But what did he have to be nervous about compared to Jane? Sentenced to imprisonment for kidnapping and non-consensually bathing someone fully clothed? Ha! She was probably about to be murdered.
"So…you know how our small town has, like, an unbelievably high murder-rate for its population?" Her (probably former) friend asked.
It was true- for a small Californian town; they'd had more murders in the last couple of years than a small city would get in a decade. Jane had often discussed it with her Nana Joan, a woman who loved to read murder-mystery novels more than Stiles loved to eat curly-fries. Hell, even the FBI had shown up on two occasions for completely different cases. Heaps and heaps of residence had moved away; families with small children, teenagers who'd been friends with the murder victims, people who were just plain freaked out by the carnage. Even the Whittemores had moved away, a family that was basically known for being the bosses of Beacon Hills had ditched town and settled themselves in another continent.
"What about the m-murders?" Jane asked Stiles. Her voice shook over the word 'murders' "Are you the guys who have been doing all this stuff? You won't get away with it you know."
Stiles looked shocked and waved his hands rapidly in the air, whilst the older blue-eyed man with the goatee behind him smirked.
"No. No nononono!" her co-worker exclaimed, "We're the good guys! We didn't kill any of those people" the teen shot a wary glance at the goatee man, wincing, "and we certainly will not hurt you Jane, I promise."
The kid looked desperate, sincere…but Jane had watched Criminal Minds before thank you very much, and she knew how well psychopaths could act.
"How about you prove it by letting me go?" She asked, not expecting them to let her go at all- but, hey, it's worth a try right?
Stiles grumbled; "UGH. We can't do that without explaining stuff to you, just-," he ran his hands through his messy, chocolate hair and took a deep, steadying breath-, "Okay, so- werewolves exist." He declared in a deadly serious voice.
Jane groaned, "Oh great- a serial killer and crazy, just my luck."
Stiles rolled his eyes and huffed, "Look, just- don't freak out okay?" he asked, and before Jane had enough time to process that order- Stiles turned and nodded at the cute blonde one- and then he OH HOLY SHIT FUCKINGSHITOHMYGOD! He just started growing fangs and his pretty blue eyes turned bright gold and what!?
Jane thought she was going crazy as she watched the boy's ears elongate and grow pointy on the end. As she watched claws spout from his fingers and course hair rapidly grow on his jawline.
Werewolf.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. It just- it couldn't be real- just-
"No, no way." Jane muttered, her eyes wide and her legs trembling. It took the same about of time for the boy to change back to a boy, as it did for her legs to give out and her body to crumple to the floor.
Stiles immediately rushed up to help her- but she barely noticed him, too caught up in the sudden complete change in everything she knew.
"Wh-what?" She muttered numbly- shaking. Her thoughts weren't working right, her brain having been completely sizzled- not really doing anything much other than replaying the image of werewolf in her head.
"Werewolves." she mumbled, feeling crazy for even saying it.
"Yeah werewolves." Stiles agreed softly, kneeling down beside her, "But don't worry- these ones are friendly and they won't hurt you." He reassured.
Well- Jane actually hadn't thought about that yet, but now that Stiles mentioned it!
"Holy shit." She was just- she- "Holy shit. Holy FREAKING shit!"
"Jane? Jane! Calm down okay, I need you to listen to me, yeah?" Stiles urged, placing his long fingers on her shoulders and rubbing soothing circles.
She breathed, in and out- trying desperately to shut her brain off from the CGI-like transformation she just witnessed.
She nodded after a few moments of deep breathing- indicating to Stiles that he could continue with whatever he wanted to say.
"So like I said," he began, "all those murders? And animal attacks? Werewolves."
Jane felt her heart leap- but before she could freak out any further, Stiles continued quickly; "But don't worry! All the baddies are taken care of! Hasn't been a murder in two months! Isn't that great?"
Yeah. Awsome.
Jane stayed quiet- looking at the linoleum ground in shock.
"So ah, you've been sick lately right? Really tired without any explanation? Having some-ah- confusing dreams?" Jane snapped her head up at that. No one knew about the dreams she was having; the constant, murky visions of some guy and her. The cloudy, heady, daze that always left her waking up exhausted- but oddly apathetic.
"How do you know about that?" Jane asked accusingly, looking up at her co-worker in shock.
"Ah, you see," Stiles scratched at his chin- a habit of his Jane noticed he did regularly, "There's this supernatural creature- and we've proven those exist thanks to Isaac's lovely and helpful demonstration-," Stiles nodded his head back at the curly-headed cutie. Huh- his name was Isaac.
"So yeah, um- you've been sick lately because a sex-demon had been invading your dreams and slowly putting you into a coma?" Jane saw Stiles wince at his wording, but after that she just basically stopped everything and was silent; knowing that if she started thinking about all of this at once, her head would combust.
"A…sex demon." She deadpanned, looking around past Stiles and at the other men, wondering if they were confused by this as well. But no. The stubbly guy looked menacing, but incredibly serious. The dark-skinned vet looked sympathetic, but calculating. The goatee guy looked absolutely amused, which Jane was confused about, and the blonde teenager looked worried and fidgety.
"Yeah a sex demon!" Stiles exclaimed, drawing her attention back onto him, "But don't worry- we got rid of it. That was what the bath was for."
Well- this was certainly a more complex reason for waking up like she had. Jane actually didn't know if she would prefer this- or the serial killer/kidnapper Stiles theory that had just been smashed to pieces and rearranged back into a very wolfy shape.
It was- her world was different now. It just- the freaking notion that something so impossible existed…and probably more impossible things too.
Jane knew she should be scared…overwhelmed by the revelation. But all she was; was excited.
"Tell me everything." She said- looking Stiles dead in the eye- seriousness coursing through her voice.
Her life was about to change.