It was late when Scott lay on his bed in that strange haze between sleep and consciousness, where nothing seems to make sense but everything does seem so real. The tree outside rustled as an owl flew off into the distance, he heard footsteps small and light not going anywhere but stumbling on the spot, he had a bag, from which he reached out something making more noise than he intended, cussing to himself as he fumbled over the object. He dialled a phone and suddenly there were two sets of footsteps suddenly the other just appearing from no-where as if by magic. Scott drifted away from the noise's outside Falling into a deep sleep, his dream very real, Scott opened his eyes Allison was walking towards him, she was different, wearing a beautiful long grown that flowed elegantly, as silver the moon shimmering like the stars, she gazed into his eyes, seducing him blindly, still walking fast towards him. He moved forward grasping her hips, pulling her close. The air stirred a silence so fulfilled, drowning out all distractions, it came down to now this moment. She embraced him forcefully, such a magic as he kissed back, caressing her soft pale cheek and along her neck. She was abruptly cold, as if she just plunged into the arctic never to resurface. She stopped and stared demonically her eyes a deep blood red, a growl rippled from her as she threw him back against the wall with immense force. Her silver dress now dark stained blood red that dripped along her arms and face. Her teeth sharp fangs a viscous smile, stained red blood. The noise was unbearable a large clank, clank continuous that made his ears begin to bleed. He threw his hands over his ears stumbling over himself as he fell to the ground cowering in the corner of his room. Allison cackled, standing her ground strong and proud. It rang through him, twisting his insane mind. Her voice stung, it was sharp and menacing but her eyes burned through it like beacons. Scott twisted on the floor arching his back, screaming out in agony, as he shook violently, shifting, and changing. His hands clawed over scraping on the floor. His shoulders buckled over as his face elongating, the noises getting louder, other voices yelling his name along with a grinding noise like Stile's banged up jeep. The pain abruptly stopped, but his head still ached with confusion, His body felt so different being squished and moulded into something else that didn't quite fit. Alison crouched down next to him, a fierce smile "No need to be mad at the Cold" she told the heavily panting wolf. The voices got louder she seemed to walk away still smiling, fading away into air.
Scott uncurled his fists he found he had fingers again. Sweat poured across his face his eyes a burning yellow that was slowly fading back to brown. "Scott Scott, Good alive stay with me Scott" demanding a strong affirmative voice "Does this car go any faster!" he called to the front. Scott half opened his eyes it was dark and he couldn't make out what was happening, someone was humming and crouched over him.
"I'm doing 50!"Shouted the other voice which sounded very tense and worried. "I can't break the speed limit! My dad's a cop!"
"Damm the speed limit, we don't have time we'll be off road soon anyway- Come on Go" the voice growled! The tuck lunged foreword, its engine rumbling nothing like a sports car. The truck jolted as it turned off the road. Scott couldn't see really anything although he was certain his eyes were partially open. He saw a midst of a grey black blur like shadows that moved when a faint light passed across him. It abruptly became a silent movie the noise echoed away as he slipped away from reality. He felt his body shiver slightly, a cold swept across him like a strong fresh morning breeze but he fought back with his remaining strength the feeling of warmth beginning to crawl back up his fingers along towards his face. The image above became clearer he felt a hot sensation across his cheek of where the man had slapped him a few times trying to gain a response. Scott blinked as a reply. He tried to speak but barely any noise came from his mouth apart from a desperate moan. "Stiles go! Are we there yet?" asked the voice sternly.
"Yea we are here what's happening?" wailed Stiles from the front. He unbuckled his seat belt. Scott heard a loud slam and the running footsteps coming closer the back was flung open. The coldness danced around him, washing in like waves. "OH MY GOD" said stiles stunned.
"Yes I know come on let's get him in" Scott had no idea where he was. He felt the strange sensation of being carries across a short distance. A door opened and with it a bell rang and he was placed carefully on a table. Scott felt as though he'd entered a sauna, the room was hot and he felt as if the ice caps would melt in there! It was stuffy and he felt his heart rate speed up. "Is there anything you can do?" asked the voice who now Scott recognized as Derek's. He felt a light shine into his eyes. He stared into it but not really seeing it at all.
"Well I honestly don't know what's wrong with him how did you find him?" asked the man his voice sounded kind but very tight given the situation. Scott began to feel a tingling sensation spread up his arm twitching it ever so lightly.
"well he seemed so tired and out of it after school" said stiles, "so that evening I went round his, The light was off so I assumed he was asleep but I heard talking so I called Derek and when we got to his room he was thrashing about, like having a fit calling out even screaming at someone, something I don't know" he paused "I've never been so scared!" the sensation continued across him like wild fire getting stronger. Scott twitched.
"He moved!" exclaimed Derek, "I saw his finger trust me I did really watch come on Scott again!" the wild fire exploded then ceased to exist He felt as though he could wake but he didn't want to try he was scared of what he might see although he knew it wouldn't be bad. His instincts fought against him telling him he should run away. Scott regained focus and move his hand slightly, he could move but speak, he wasn't so sure. "Did you see he did it again!"
"Oh come on Scott keep going move speak open your eyes!" yelled Stiles Full of happiness
"He's regaining Consciousness this is good really good!" Said the man excited.
Scott opened his eyes staring upwards into a harsh nig yellow light. Over him stood Derek and beaming stiles. Scott felt fine No longer tired He couldn't explain it, it was as if he'd fought a war was an invisible force and won! Suddenly the physical pain kicked in, he unclenched his fist, they hurt on the palms over his hand were eight crescent shaped cuts that ran deep. The salty metallic blood taste was hot on his tongue he'd bitten his lip. "Ow" was all he could say it was barely audible. He blinked and tried to get up but was pushed down by the Stiles.
"You must stay still and stay here till tomorrow!" said Derek forcefully. Scott wanted to get up and run He felt as though he suddenly been recharged and needed to release all the energy. An atom bomb waiting to blow! Scott looked round the room the man was gone. It looked like a surgery maybe he was doctor but no they wouldn't take him to a doctor, would they?
The walls were panelled with light wood neat a board hung at the front for displaying X-rays on it all seemed very familiar. He felt something pierce his skin pointed a sharp prick! "Will help you sleep" said a voice the room swiftly turned Black.