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Chapter 6: Party Gone Wrong
Stiles paced the limited space of his bedroom, back and forth. His anxiety showed on his face. He wiped his clammy hands on his jeans. One of the times he walks the length of his room, he faces the window and notices Derek getting in through it. It scared him, obviously.
"Oh my god Derek! Don't freaking scare me like that!" he exclaimed, slapping his arm, even though it didn't hurt the man.
Stiles put a hand to his heart after his attempts of harm, breathing deeply. His whiskey colored eyes blink and then he's back to worrying about his best friend.
"Hey, what's that?" Derek asked urgently, grabbing his wrist.
The teen didn't notice, but Scott had left a dark handprint on his thin wrist. He didn't even realize his arm hurt, too focused on Scott's red eyes and the ache in his back where he was rammed into the wall. His shoulder, where he hit on the night in the woods during the fall, was throbbing.
"Nothing, nothing." he mumbled, pulling down his jacket and trying to get back to topic. "And the call wasn't about me. Scott's getting into his temper stage, and he won't listen to me. He is still going to the party."
"How'd the temper come out? Did he hurt you?" he asked, dragging the conversation back to what I didn't want it. "Where else did he hurt you?"
His growl was dark, but filled with a protective feeling that he didn't know what to feel about. Stiles knew Derek's eyes weren't actually glowing, but the magical energy in him grew a little bit more, even though he was keeping it well under control. Stiles's magical sight enabled him to see them flash a bright, glowing blue for a split second.
"Nowhere Derek! Look! We need to worry about Scott! You said there were hunters, right? Including Allison's dad! He could be caught with fangs and claws at a party with a hunter's daughter!"
Stiles was breathing heavily, and a realized he was panicking. Even though he knew he had no reason to, he couldn't control his body's response. His breathing and heart beat kicked up, and he felt shaky.
Derek must've known what was going on so he set me down on my desk chair. He seemed to notice the scratch marks on them, judging by his sharp intake of breath.
"Okay," Stiles said as he got his breath back. "Sorry, that happens a lot."
"You mean your eyes flashing gold?" Derek asked, making Stiles gasp in shock. "I know your a human, because your weak and you smell like one. So why are your eyes glowing gold?"
"Uh-um. I-I-I have no idea what happened." he stuttered, trying to act confused. Too bad Derek could know exactly when he was lying.
"For one, even if I was human, I could tell that you are a terrible liar." Derek said, a faint glimpse of amusement in his grass green orbs. "Secondly, I know that you know, so out with it."
"Well you see, I have these new contacts and-"
"Stiles,"
"they glow at the most convenient times and-"
"Stiles,"
"And they, um, yeah they-"
"Stiles!"
"Heightened senses, remember? You're lying."
"Sorry, sorry! It's just, I've never told anyone before, not even Scott knows." Stiles muttered, sitting on the edge of his bed and being the most still Derek's ever seen in the week that he has known him. "There is only 2 people that know, and 1 of them is dead. All that knew was my mom and dad, and that was because I could barely control it when I was born."
Derek was shocked that he was being told this, when not even the kid's best friend knew. It must've been difficult to live like that. It was probably just as painful to live with as what happened to Derek, resulting in the death of his family. He knew how hard it was to live with a secret like that, like a weight pressing down on his heart.
"Well, when I was born, my dad says my eyes flashed gold. And every time my emotion would spike, something strange would happen. A candle flame would grow, something would explode, things like that. They found out before I could even speak that I had magic, and that I needed to control it. For as long as I can remember I've done these exercises to try to reign it in, but sometimes it's just too hard." he said, frustrated for finally giving in, finally confiding in someone other than his best friend Scott.
"I've heard of that type of magic. Before she died, mother told me that it died out. When she described it though, that during the times of the Old Religion, it those who were born with it would start having magic flareups around their late teens. So how did it manifest right after you were born?" Derek wondered, not noticing the look of shock on the teen's face.
"She heard of it? Is there anyone else you know that know about it? Or books or something?" Stiles asked.
"Does this have something to do with what happened in the woods when I found you wondering aimlessly though my property?" Derek asked, curious.
"Well, I don't exactly know." the warlock said, rubbing a hand over his buzz cut hair. "I-I've been having these dreams my whole life, on and off, and it's gotten to the point where it happens sometimes when I'm awake. I'll have these flashes of voices of images that are triggered by certain phrases or at random in my dreams, it doesn't matter. When I was in the woods was when I had my first vision."
"What'd you see exactly?" Derek inquired.
"Well, I was in the woods, and it was brighter and there were a different type of trees, so I wasn't in the woods of Beacon Hills. And there were these guys, and they, well-" He took a deep breath as he spoke, as if preparing himself for what he had to say. "t-they stabbed me. And I literally felt the blade moving in through my back and out through my stomach. I fell and they were going through my things, looking for anything of value before I blacked out."
Stiles couldn't believe he was saying so much, trusting Derek so much. He hadn't even told his dad about what he saw in his dreams. The last person he trusted enough to speak of what he saw was his mother. But God, did it feel good to let it out. To speak and get all of what he saw out in the open.
"Thats- thats not normal. Is it the future?" the werewolf asked.
"No-no. At least I don't think so. Nothing I've seen has happened before. The dreams, I don't know, feel like memories. Like, I've lived it. I feel like it was real at some point, but that's crazy, right?" Stiles said quickly.
"Well, it sounds like something I've seen before. But I can't remember. I need to go through my mother's books. For now, we need to stop Scott. The party's almost on.
Stiles started, not even realizing it was time when he was admitting to basically everything to a werewolf. Checking the time, he cursed out loud.
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Scott didn't know what was happening. His body felt wrung out, like he used all the muscles already. His head pounded, and his vision swam. He couldn't even hear anything other than his own heart beat. A searing fire burned in his chest, fighting to escape. He felt weak and strong at the same time.
He left Allison after making a flimsy excuse, his pain too strong to feel guilty at the time. He noticed Stiles coming up to him, and absently wondered why he was there. He didn't say he'd be at the party. He saw his friend's lips moving, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.
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Stiles made it to the party just in time to see Scott leaving Allison. Seeing that Derek was at the sideline of the party, ready to take Allison home like they planned, Stiles got to Scott and shook his shoulder. He felt the clammy, hot skin beneath the material.
"Scott? Scott?!" he asked, shaking him. Scott didn't seem to see him, so he just guided him towards his mom's car.
He got in the driver's side, starting the car before he slammed on the gas, peeling down the road. He drove fast, probably way over the speed limit, and made it to Scott's house.
The warlock dragged his friend up the stairs, rushing as he felt Scott's heart beat faster and faster. He slammed the door before helping his friend into the bathroom. He rushed towards the bathtub after leaving his friend sitting on the toilet seat. The water from the shower head rained down, ice cold.
"Come on Scott." he said, dragging his feverish friend into the tub after taking his shirt off.
As Scott sat in the ice cold water, Stiles shut the window and locked it before doing the same with the door. He grabbed the handcuffs he managed to nick from the police station and attached one side of it to the posts underneath the bed, holding it up. His eyes flashed, magic reinforcing the bed and handcuffs so they don't break.
He went back to his friend to see claws start to form from his soaked hands. Stiles took a towel from in the bathroom cabinet and turned off the water, wrapping his friend in the towel. The warlock took the newly turned werewolf and got him into his room. Before Scott could do anything, Stiles attached him onto the bed with the handcuffs. Scotts face started to get sharper, eyes glowing a more dark yellow than Stiles magic eyes. Fangs grew in his mouth and he looked at Stiles in shock, tugging his hand to realize he was trapped.
"Stiles! Stiles where is Allison?" he asked as if he had come to realize something.
"It's fine, Derek took her home."
"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
"No it isn't Scott. Just wait the night out and I'll explain everything." Stiles was stressed, not knowing what to do.
Before the werewolf could reply, the moonlight streamed through his window and he screamed. It turned into a growl and his eyes glowed a bit brighter. Suddenly it wasn't Scott sitting on the floor anymore, it was the wolf. Scott started growling and thrashing, wrist turning bloody.
"I'm sorry Scott." he apologized before walking away.
He went downstairs to see Derek sitting in the living room.
"Go talk to him, convince him of you innocence. He thinks you killed the girl in the woods.
Derek looked at him with a neutral, emotionless expression. His green eyes bore into him.
"Fine." he accepted, going to walk up the stairs. He stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back at Stiles. "How come you don't think I'm the killer?"
"For one, you're not an alpha. For two, your energy is less evil feeling than the alphas."
Instead of asking all of the questions buzzing through his mind, like how Stiles knew he wasn't an alpha, he just kept a blank mask on and walked up the stairs.
"You!" Scott growled.
"Yeah me," he replied simply. "Don't worry, I might not rip your throat out."
"Where is she?" the young werewolf asked scathingly.
"She's safe. From you." Derek said.
"What did you do with her?" Scott questioned. "And why did Stiles lock me up?"
"You're lucky he did. You would have lost control of the shift. There are also the hunters that are out in the night."
"Hunters?"
"Yes hunters, the kind that have been hunting our kind for centuries."
"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott accused, newly formed fangs bared.
"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better - Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it."
"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you and me, Scott - We're brothers now. We can't let that alpha get control of you."
"A-alpha? What? Didn't you bite me?" the teen asked, confusion calming his rage.
"No, you idiot. I'm not an alpha. Only alphas can bite and change werewolves. I came here because my sister, Laura Hale, was killed. Not to kill her."
Guilt washed over Scott. He accused a man he hardly knew of murdering his own sister. God, he was an idiot.
"So you can help me control it?" he asked, having difficulty controlling himself. He wanted freedom, to not be locked up. His instincts told to kill.
"Yes."