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The McCall Twin
Chapter Seventeen – Wolf's Bane Pt. 1
He…was…alive…
He was right here in my house. He was alive and he looked fine – in both ways. Wait…what if this was just my imagination fucking with me? I mean is this for real or is this like one of those… thingies you see when you're in the desert. Hah thingies… No don't go off topic… Anyway could this be fake? Am I high? Only one way to find out…
I moved quickly down the stairs only to stop short as I stood a couple feet away from Derek. Lifting my right foot, I pulled my slipper off then set my foot back to the floor. I looked at him and threw it at his sexy chest.
He blinked as it hit him and fell to the floor. Then he looked up at me and practically snapped, "What the hell was that for?"
My breath left me as I stared. It was him! It was really him! He's alive… Just like how I said he was! But nobody listens to Emily until shit goes down. Nobody believed me. They all thought I was crazy. Well, they shall get the 'told you so, bitch' speech! CoughStilescough.
"Well," He asked again, raising an eyebrow.
I couldn't control myself. I launched myself at him, my arms wrapping around his torso. I would've gone for the neck, but he's tall and I suck nuts at jumping. But it's cool because now I can feel his pecs. Yes, yes they feel as sexy as they look.
I guess he wasn't expecting that because he almost lost his balance, but when he finally understood what just happened he tensed. He made no action to move me, so I took the opportunity to tighten my arms around him. He was here – breathing. He was warm and alive. He was okay…
"You're…okay…" I didn't even recognize my own voice. It sounded like I was close to crying. "You're not dead…" He didn't say anything. "Unless you're some kind of zombie or this is a dream. I swear if this is a dream…"
"Ouch!" I said as I felt something pinch my arm. I moved back from Derek's form reluctantly. I didn't want to let him go just yet. I looked at my arm in question. What had pinched me?
"Does that prove anything?" Derek asked, rolling his eyes. "And I'm not a zombie, moron. You're still irritating as ever."
And you're still sexy as ever.
"Oh you," I grinned up at him. "Did ya miss me?"
He just gave me a glare. Yeah, he totally missed me.
I was glad he was alive and that I was right all along, but I was still confused. Why did he look dead after the Alphanator threw him against the wall? I mean he was a werewolf right? So he shouldn't have reacted like that right? And when did he move? Or more importantly, why? Did he find out that Scott - my idiotic brother- blamed everything on him? You know what time it is? Question time!
"Not that I ever doubted you being alive," I said looking at him. "But how did you survive?"
"My body healed itself," He answered.
"But you didn't move…" I practically winced as I thought of that night. "You just laid there…"
He sighed loudly and that caused me to look at him.
Rolling his eyes, he said, "Well being stabbed and then thrown against a brick building had nothing to do with that. I was knocked unconscious and that was when my body started healing. I woke up before the police came, which was a good thing considering your brother gave my name to them."
"Oh…" I said then laughed sheepishly at his raised eyebrow, "Well you know Scott."
He just scoffed, "Which makes me question why I'm still going to help him kill the Alpha."
That's easy. It's because Scott chilled in the same uterus with me and everyone loves me. Sigh. Where would Scott be in his life if he didn't have me in it? I mean who would crack him up with jokes or shower him with their amazingness. No one. That's all me.
"Thank you for helping him even though he's sometimes a butt-munch." I said smiling. Sexy is just so kind. And he really is! I mean he seems mean and grumpy, but he's just trying to help. But don't say anything because my Derek has a badass image to uphold.
He just shook his head and it was quiet for a while. We didn't say anything then I thought of something. I had to make sure. "Hey…" I called out with my head down. "Can you promise me something?"
He didn't answer, but somehow I knew he was listening. And I was right as I looked up at him and finished my question. "Please take care of Scott. I know he's Scott and all, but if anything were to happen to him… I- just take care of him."
He gave a slight nod and went to leave, but I wasn't done. I reached for him and held onto his sleeve. "Another thing…" I could tell he was starting to get irritated, but I really didn't care. "Next time you're up against the Alpha, you can't get hurt, okay? I forbid you from getting hurt again." I tightened my grip. "And you have to listen because Emily has spoken." I let go of his sleeve and stared at the back of his head.
I wouldn't know this, but the corner of his lips actually twitched. Then he walked out the door without saying a word. I just smiled. That's my Derek, alright.
I locked the door and sighed as I put my back against it. My life was filled with so much drama and angst that I should be on The Vampire Diaries or some shit like that. I'd school all those emotional vamps who claim that they have no emotions at all. I shook my head and began walking up the stairs. I stopped by Scott's door and I heard the shower running. Yeah, I guess when you go on a killing rampage, a cold shower after might help.
I went to my room and turned off the light. I sent a quick text to Stiles to let him know our Scotty-poo was alright before snuggling up into my bed. I closed my eyes and let a soft sigh out. It's been a long day. Then I thought of something…
I never got my water.
Bitch.
-X-
"Repeat, suspect is on foot. We're in pursuit, heading northwest." Sheriff Stilinski said over the radio as he followed a running Derek. Said criminal werewolf ran as fast as he could until he slid when he noticed a truck had pulled up in front of him. He could not afford to stop now. He jumped up and ran another way.
"He's on foot. Just ran into the iron works." Chris Argent, who drove the truck, explained to his sister.
"Wait, wait, did you say on foot?"
"Yeah, into the iron works."
Kate was confused. "Running?"
"Yes. Running." A tad irritated, Chris Argent hung up the phone on her.
"If he's still on foot then," Kate asked herself. "Who the hell is driving his car?"
-X-
I looked behind me and saw the car was still on our ass. "Uh, Scott…"
As he held the wheel tightly, he asked, "Faster?"
It was a pretty awkward question considering my dirty mind, but I kept it in.
"Much faster," Stiles answered as he saw how close the car was to us. Shifting the gears with a constipated look on his face, twin sped up.
You all must be confused. Let me explain in fifteen words or less – We're driving Derek's car as he runs away from the cops. There that should ease your minds for now. I would explain more, but being chased by a crazy person, so you see my dilemma.
It really didn't do much or Scott just didn't know how to freaking drive fast. I told them they should've let me drive. I drive like Edward Cullen, bitches.
"Okay Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here." Stiles said, looking behind us at the car that seemed to get closer to us.
"Yeah, twin," I said, hitting the back of his seat. "Get a move on!"
"If I go any faster, I'll kill us," Scott tried explaining his reasons.
"Yeah well if you don't go faster, they're going to kill us," Stiles shot back, pointing his thumb to the car.
I looked behind us and spoke, "Comprende, perro? Now pull an Edward Cullen on their ass!"
They were both quiet at my statement.
"You know, Edward Cullen…" Still nothing. "Twilight, the first movie…" Nada. "He saves Bella from the thugs…" Zilch. "Forget you guys. He drives super-fast, alright? Now hit the gas, Scott! Let's go!"
He sped up even more and I fell back into my seat. I rubbed my head lightly before turning to see if the car was still chasing us. But they weren't. They were gone. Yeah that's how cool I am. I make the car chasers go away before they can even get me. They must've heard I was in the car. Collar-pop.
"They're gone," Stiles and I said simultaneously.
Scott looked quickly and saw it too. Suddenly, Stiles pulled out the radio he took from his dad and turned it on. Padre Stilinski's voice came on.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."
And that was our Batman signal. Scott immediately drove to where the iron works were at. And it's not official or anything, but I think Derek is growing on Scott. Not nasty because Derek is mine. Anyways, Scott drove like insanely fast. Or maybe his balls were finally dropping because the car had stopped chasing us.
We got there in the nick of time because Derek was crouched on the floor. He looked like he was trying to dodge something. I couldn't really see anything in this car, but I had a hunch something was shooting at him. I mean I've seen my fair share of action movies. Scott quickly pulled up next to him and I moved over so Stiles could get in back with me. Stiles opened the door and jumped in back as he shouted, "Get in!"
Derek looked up at whatever was shooting at him and charged to his car. He jumped in quickly to dodge all the bullets and once he was in Scott was out of here. I squeaked as gunshots hit Derek's car. It was really loud. You know who else is loud? Scott.
He was currently shouting at Derek. "What part of laying low don't you understand?!"
And he wonders why he was always picked last at kickball. He lays low too much.
"Damn it!" Derek cursed, which was seriously hot, as he hit the dashboard. "I had him!"
"Who?" Stiles asked stupidly. "The Alpha?"
"Yes!" Derek yelled. "He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up."
That hit Stiles. "Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs."
Hell no! FUCK THE POLICE! Hah, totally kidding. I love Padre Stilinski.
Derek didn't like that comment. He turned to Stiles and gave him a glare that would make Mom shiver. And if you know my Mom, she's a tough woman. She'll beat an old person and then laugh about it. Ah, I love my mommy.
"Yeah, Stiles just keep it zipped," I told him as I pretended to zip my lips. "Okay?"
He shrunk back away from Derek and nodded.
Then it was time for Scott to get chewed out. Derek snapped lightly as he glared now at twin, "Yeah thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
"Can we seriously get passed that?" Scott asked.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh sure, because making someone a fugitive is so small."
Scott groaned and said, "I made a dumb ass mistake. I get it."
Well it certainly isn't hard when you are dumb ass. Now I love Scott, but sometimes I wonder if he ever uses his brain. Or does he say, no I think- oh wait I don't. I seriously worry.
"Alright!" Stiles shouted as he pushed my head back into the back seat. I frowned and punched him under his shoulder blade. He whined as he rubbed the spot I hit. I sat back up again and glared at him. He grinned sheepishly before turning to Sexy. "How did you find him?"
Derek looked at him then scoffed lightly.
Aw, my pookie's upset.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked glancing at him.
"Yeah, all of us," Stiles demanded and Derek gave him look. Then he shook his head, "Or just him. I'll be back here." Stiles sat back and I leaned forward. I grinned at Derek, "You can trust me because I'm cool." Derek glared and I smiled wider. Yes, he trusts me!
Looking away, Derek spoke, "Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. First was a guy named Harris."
Stiles and I both shot up and hit our heads. We groaned at the impact and I asked, "Adrian?" while Stiles asked, "Our chemistry teacher?"
Scott looked at both of us in the mirror with furrowed eyebrows then he asked Derek, "Why him?"
Derek looked uncertain. "I don't know yet."
Scott glanced at him as he asked, "What's the second?"
Reaching into his pockets -how I would've loved to do that for him-, Derek pulled out a paper with a drawing on it and said, "Some kind of symbol."
The symbol was a weird shape with, what looked like, a dog to be in the middle of it. Scott looked at it and made a noise of protest. And that, ladies and gents, is Scott's 'I-know-something' face. It's like a mixture of smelling something bad and being extremely constipated. You don't see it too often though. Burn, indeed.
Derek saw it too. "What?" He asked him. "You know what this is?"
Scott shook his head as he explained, "I've seen it on a necklace."
Stiles suddenly looked at me. "What? Because I like and wear necklaces, it means it's mine? Geez Stiles, racist much?"
"How is that racist?"
"You're racist against me."
"I am not."
"You are."
"No-"
"Will you two shut it?" Derek snapped at us.
Stiles cowered while I tried not the shudder. He was hot when he raised his voice. What could I say?
Scott spoke. "Allison's necklace."
I turned to Stiles and whispered, "Told you it wasn't me. I'm not the only one who wears necklaces, racist."
"I am not racist." He whispered back. "He said necklace and I knew you wear necklaces-"
"A lot of girls wear necklaces, Stiles," I whisper-shouted back. "Just because I'm the only girl you constantly hang out with-"
"Whoa, trying to clown on my lack of communication with the opposite sex?"
"Yes."
"Well ouch."
"You need some ointment for the burn?"
"Go to hell."
"Then I'll need the ointment. It's hot down there."
"You should know. You vacation there."
"Only when you're not there."
Stiles opened his mouth again, but Derek and Scott both shouted, "Shut up!"
And that should teach the racist to not mess with me. I got two irritable, quick-tempered werewolves on my side. Stiles thinks he has them on his side, but it's a lie. I'm the favorite. I'm everyone's favorite. Cha.
-X-
"It's going to be impossible, you know," Scott said as we walked through the school doors the next morning.
"Just ask her if you could borrow it," Stiles suggested.
Scott questioned like it was hard, "How?"
"It's easy," Stiles said, "Just say 'Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you.'"
"You're not helping," Scott said grumpily.
I glanced at Stiles and then twin, "I wouldn't say it just like that. Just say you liked it and you wanted to get something like that for me… something simple that can come up in a conversation." He was seriously making this harder than it was.
Stiles agreed with me. "Yeah like Em said. Just talk to her and then slowly bring the necklace into the conversation."
Though it was clearly an awesome idea because it was made by me, Scott chose to ignore it.
"She won't talk to me." He said busting my bubble. "What if she only takes it off in the shower or something?" Scott really thinks too much for a teenage boy.
"That's why you ease," Stiles stopped then continued, "That's why you ease back into it. Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times."
"Yeah, like when you guys ditched school and did God-knows-what," I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.
Scott's cheeks darkened. "No."
I just grinned widely at his embarrassment.
"Then," Stiles smacked twin lightly on the chest, "You ask for the necklace."
Scott didn't say anything, but that creepy smile made its way onto his face. I knew that face…
Stiles and I both hit him on the chest. He caught his balance, but looked at us. I had a feeling he knew why we had hit him because that little, pervy smile didn't leave his lips.
"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles questioned.
Then I asked, "You're also thinking about when you guys ditched school, huh, you nasty?"
Scott had the decency to look away and say lightly, "Yeah."
I swear he had such an impure mind! I mean yeah, I think of Sexy like that, but that's because it's Sexy. Ally is hot, yes, but she's too sweet. But it's not just the quiet ones you have to watch out for… It's the sweet one too. …I heard they bite. Twin must've been in paradise seeing as he loves to get bit by animals and whatnot. See what I did there? Hah, hah!
"Okay," Stiles said. "Stay focus, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured," He hit Scott's chest again (he seems to be doing that a lot), "Get Allison back. In that order, got it?" Then Stiles turned to walk away, but not before ruffling my neat hair.
I went to swipe at him, but he was too fast. I just held up my fist, shaking it threateningly, I said, "Why I outta!" He stuck his tongue out and finally disappeared down the hall.
I turned to twin and patted his tummy, "Necklace, Alpha, cure, Ally. You got this, Scotty. Later."
Then I made my way to the bathroom. I had study hall for first period today, so I didn't have actually go to class until later. As I made my way to the bathroom, I saw Ally. She looked at me from her locker and I smiled at her. She smiled back, but it wasn't her usual smile. When she looked away, I took a peek to see her necklace. There, just like the drawing Derek had shown me, was the necklace Scott was trying to get.
I got to the bathroom as the bell rang. There was no one in there. I set my bag down on the sink and looked at my face. I still looked tired, so I decided to wash my face with water. Maybe that would make me look sexy for my Sexy. He could show up at any moment; gots to look my best.
I bent over the sink and rinsed my face with some water lightly. I turned off the water and held my face to stop the dripping a bit. When the dripping stopped, I moved my hands and looked in the mirror. I screamed as I saw the Alpha behind me. I spun around and cowered as it raised its claws towards me. I held onto my arm that burned suddenly and flinched, closing my eyes tightly.
When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and saw nothing. I looked around, but there was nothing- or no one. I looked under the restroom doors and there wasn't anything. I sighed as I shook my head. I was really losing it. Soon, I'll be like twin. Ah! The horror!
I moved back to lean against the sink, but it wasn't the sink I leaned back on. I turned my head slightly, but something big with sharp nails caught my head from turning. My breathing had got shaky. I remembered this from that night at the gym.
Then in a deep, guttural tone, it said, "Hello Emily."
I cringed and closed my eyes. This couldn't be real… yet it felt so real.
"Aw, what's the matter? Now you're shy?" It asked.
I raised my hands over my ears to block his voice.
"Be careful, you might just hurt my feelings."
I whimpered lightly, remembering what he did the last time I said something to hurt his feelings or threaten him. My arm seemed to burn even more.
"I'll be seeing you and your brother."
I opened my eyes as I felt the sink hit my back. I looked around and saw nothing. Sliding to the floor in shock, I took deep, shaky breaths. What the actual fuck just happened? I quickly stood up and rinsed my face before leaving the bathroom.
I swore I would never use that one again.
-X-
I ended up ditching the rest of my classes. I thought it was just that bathroom. No, it was everywhere. After, I had left the bathroom, I shook it off. But while I was in second hour, it came again. I had tried to relax, but it was taunting me. When it touched me, I could swear it was real. But then I'd blink and it would be gone.
I still shook it off and went to third hour. The bad thing was that I sat by this one kid in class. So I had to act like everything was alright even when I could hear and feel and see it around me. When I jumped at the feel of its breath on my neck, the boy sitting next to me asked, "Are you alright, Emily?"
I looked at him and tried to grin, "I'm fine, homes." If you thought I couldn't remember names before then you should've seen me then. I couldn't recall anyone's faces. I turned to face the board, ignoring the Alpha who stood in the corner by the classroom door.
The guy looked at me and asked again, "Are you sure? You seem…scared."
I spun my head to face the dude only to see the Alpha sitting there. I couldn't hold in the slight yell I made. Everyone, including the teacher looked at me.
"Emily?" The teacher asked tentatively. "You okay?"
I quickly collected my stuff and ran out of the classroom. I cringed as I heard the Alpha laughing raucously around me. After that, I went to Stiles' Jeep and climbed in the backseat. He always forgot to lock his doors. And that's where Stiles found me.
My presence was a bit shocking especially when I just sat up as he jumped in the Jeep. He glanced at me and did a double take before swearing, "Holy shit! Emily, what the hell are you doing in here?!" I didn't answer. He calmed down considerably and asked, "Is this where you've been? We've been texting you. Why didn't you reply?"
I just shrugged and lifted my phone that had died after listening to music on it to avoid the Alpha. It didn't help. I still heard its voice. "It died."
"You sure missed a lot!" Stiles exclaimed as I climbed to the front seat. "Like Jackson, don't ask me how, found out about Scott. He wants to be a werewolf now and he's trying to get Scott to make it happen for him, but Scott's trying to avoid that. But now what's worse is that Jackson is threatening to tell Allison about Scott and if that didn't kill the chance of them being together then Allison's dad would by killing Scott." Then he took a deep breath and said, "Shit's hitting the fan, Em."
I was shocked at the revelation, but my mind was too fucked to say anything. Stiles just patted my head and said we would be going to his house for something. I agreed trying to get back to myself. I couldn't make it seem like I was different though. Scott and Stiles would both worry and they didn't need to worry about me. They had their own problems like Jackson knowing. And besides, my little problem would go away.
…Right?
-X-
Stiles pulled into his driveway and parked the car. I followed him into the house as he opened the door. I locked it before following him up the stairs. He ran to his computer while I made myself comfy on his bed. I threw myself on it before seeing something dark in the corner. I turned to it slowly, thinking it was my mind playing tricks, but then I felt ridiculous when I paid close attention. It was Derek.
At the sight of him, I started to relax more. The Alpha couldn't mess with me when Derek was around right? And now that I think about when I was with Stiles before, the Alpha didn't come out. Maybe if I feel safe around the others I'm with he won't pop up. I immediately relaxed even more. Then I thought of something…
Why was Derek in Stiles' room?
"Hey Stiles!" Padre Stilinski called from downstairs, making his way up.
I sat up to look at Derek and that's when Stiles saw him. "Yo, da-Derek?"
Derek glared at him then me while he motioned to be quiet. He then pointed to go to the door, so I'm assuming Padre wouldn't see him in here. That would be kind of hard to explain why there is fugitive in your room.
"Uh, um," Stiles sputtered as he ran to his entryway.
I just continued to sit on his bed and act like my sexy love wasn't in the room. …which was hard because I knew he was watching my expressions, so I wouldn't give anything away.
"What'd you say?" I heard Padre ask from the slightly closed door.
"What?" Stiles said dumbly and I slapped a hand to my forehead. "I said 'yo d-dad.'"
I chuckled and slapped my hand to my mouth, which seemed to make much more noise. I looked at Derek, who gave me a 'are you serious' face. I shrugged hopelessly at him.
"What was that?" Padre asked. "What are you doing, Stiles?"
"N-nothing. That was just… m-me chuckling and clapping. I've been looking into magic and stuff. You know, hocus pocus!" Stiles tried to cover up poorly.
Derek rubbed his face irritatingly before gesturing me to go to the door as well. I quickly stood up as I heard Padre Stilinski moving closer to the door. "I just wanna see your room, Stiles."
"No dad," Stiles protested. "Look, I can explain."
I grabbed the door and pushed myself out so both Stilinskis could see me. I waved at Padre sheepishly, "Hey, how's it going?"
Padre looked at us with raised eyebrows. "You- Emily- Stiles- help me out here?"
"Uh, Emily came to help me with a project real quick." Stiles said.
I nodded at the excuse. "Yeah, one of our teachers assigned us as partners. They're crazy, huh sir?"
He continued to look at us weirdly. "Project, right." His voice turned to a mutter, "I guess Melissa was right…" Say what? He cleared his throat and finished, "Uh listen, I've got some things I've got to care of, but um, I'm going to be there tonight. I mean your first game."
"My first game," Stiles grinned. "That's great, awesome. Uh, good."
I smiled and said, "Exciting… first game…"
Padre smiled at the both of us before addressing Stiles, "I'm very happy for ya. And I'm really proud of ya."
"Thanks," Stiles said. "Me too. I'm happy and proud... of myself. Em is too." He nudged me and I nodded, "So happy and proud."
"So they're really going to let you play right?" Padre Stilinski asked. I usually loved Padre's chats, but he really needed to bounce. Sexy was a door away from me – literally.
Stiles nodded, "Yeah, dad. I'm first line." Stiles smiled and made a weird face before saying lightly in a mumbled voice, "Wha…"
"First line!" I said with a deep voice.
Back in the room, Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "Oh my God…"
Padre Stilinski practically glowed as he smiled. "I'm very proud."
Stiles sighed a bit and replied, "Ah, me too. Again. I'm-agh," Stiles said as Padre pulled him into a hug. I stood to the side as the two men hugged. "Huggy," Stiles mumbled, "huggy, huggy."
"Hugs not drugs," I said lightly.
Padre looked at us again weirdly before saying, "Alright, I'll see you two there."
"Yup," We answered.
And once he walked away, we ran into the room. Immediately, Derek threw Stiles against the door. I really wish that was me… "If you say one word…" Derek left the silent threat trailing.
"Oh what?" Stiles asked. "Like 'Hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun?'" Derek backed off a bit and Stiles was too smug. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass," Derek's ass, "it's my house, my rules buddy." And with that, Stiles smacked Derek's chest with the back of his hand. I swear he smacks me and I'll smack his face in.
Derek, sexy and understanding, nodded and released his hold on Stiles' jacket. He straightened it out before moving back. Stiles let out a breath and straightened Sexy's jacket. Stiles went to move past him and Derek faked trying to get him. Stiles got scared and said, "Oh my God."
I snickered at him before standing next to Derek.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Sexy asked.
"No, we're still working on it." Stiles answered, "But there's something else we can try."
I turned to Stiles curiously and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Weren't you listening to me in the car?" Stiles questioned.
"No," I answered bluntly honest.
He glared at me and Derek gestured for him to continue.
Stiles complied, "The night we were trapped at the school. Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there and one to Emily to go to the gym." After things had calmed down, I told Scott and Stiles about me running into the Alpha. Scott figured it out because he could smell my scent in the gym. But the question remained – who sent the texts?
"So?" Derek asked.
"So it wasn't Scott," Stiles confirmed.
I briefly felt Derek glance at me before addressing Stiles, "Well can you find out who sent it?"
"No, not me, but I think I know someone who can." He said, turning to his computer.
"You mean?" I questioned.
Stiles answered, "Yup."
As Stiles was on his computer, Derek went to sit down on the chair besides the wall. I sat down on the bed facing him. I looked at him, opened my mouth but then closed it. This went on for a few more minutes.
"Spit it out," He snapped.
I took a glance at Stiles noting he was now on the phone. I turned back to Derek, who was looking at me somewhat curiously. I usually didn't act like this. I was so much cooler.
"So, say the Alpha were to, uh, scratch someone." I glanced at him quickly. "Would they turn into, you know, a werewolf?"
He narrowed his eyes at me, but answered my question. "No, they wouldn't." I inwardly relaxed. "But," I looked up as he started talking again, "They would begin to see delusions. Unless they were scratched in the neck, then they would see memories of the wolf and/or Alpha who scratched them."
"Delusions?"
He nodded, "Like seeing the Alpha everywhere. Thinking they are always around when they really aren't even there. Scratches mess with the person's mind."
I knew the feeling all too well. "Is there any way to get rid of it?"
"I'm not sure. I think it goes away gradually, but I've never actually met anyone who has been scratched by an Alpha and lived." Derek finished thoughtfully.
Hi, my name is Emily McCall and I got scratched by an Alpha and survived. Nice to meet you.
"Why the sudden curiosity about scratches?" Derek asked, narrowing his eyes.
I shrugged, trying to not seem suspicious, and replied, "I'm living a werewolf-supernatural-invested world. Got to take precautions, you what I'm saying? Can I get a 'amen'?"
He rolled his eyes at me, "No." He'll come around, I know it.
Pushing what Derek told me to the back of my mind, I turned to Stiles, who had just gotten off the phone. He looked at us and gave us a thumbs up. I stood up and moved over to him. Derek stood as well.
"So, he's coming?" I asked.
Stiles confirmed it with a nod. "He's coming."
Derek looked at us questionably. "Who's coming exactly?" It was amazing how he looked so curious yet annoyed at the same time. He has some serious talent.
Stiles and I just glanced at one another and said simultaneously, "You'll see."
Derek cursed under his breath and muttered, "Why do I even bother with you two?"
"Because we're adorable," I said smiling, tilting my head to the side at him.
"Yeah!" Stiles agreed and did the same thing.
I looked at him, "It's not the same when you do it. You should have left this part for me."
"Hey!" Stiles exclaimed outraged before thinking about it, "Yeah that was pretty weird… Smiling at him was one thing, but tilting my head?" He shuddered at the reminder.
I patted his shoulder, "It was a rookie mistake. It happens."
"Don't look at me! I'm disgusting!"
Derek watched silently before throwing his hands up and going back to the chair, "Done."
A/N: ...hey, yikes. Um, there's the chapter! Woo! ...no? So tell me what you think besides that I need to update faster. Yeah... Derek's back for real this time. Emily's going psycho. Scott's trying to get Ally's necklace. Jackson's being a turd. Stiles is Stiles. Padre Stilinski agrees with Mama McCall. Someone is coming over to find who sent the texts. Shit is hitting the fan guys. So do me a favor and review? 760 would be nice... just saying... So yeah, don't hate me too much! Until next time.
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