"Every girl deserves a boy that can make her forget her heart was ever broken."
[Teen Wolf] [Season 1 - 6] [Stiles Stilinski x OC]
STARTED: OCTOBER 2, 2021
FINISHED:
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C H A P T E R E I G H T ! You Got Me
Stiles had been driving around for over an hour, while Derek groaned and complained nonstop. Mercy, however, was texting Scott furiously, on both her and Stiles' phone every two minutes, trying to get an update.
To McCall: Did you find the bullet yet?
To Scott: Did you find it yet????
Mercy threw the phones on the seat in annoyance, as she awaited Scott's reply. About a minute later, her cellphone dinged. She snatched up the phone quickly, and groaned, letting her head fall back at the response. "He said he needs more time."
"Damn it." Stiles muttered, as he looked over to the passenger side, where Derek wasn't looking too good. "Just try not to bleed out on my seats." The boy said, turning a corner. "We're almost there."
"I don't think he can control that, Stilinski." Mercy remarked, rolling her eyes.
Great. Stiles thought. She was so pissed she was siding with Derek.
"Almost where?" Derek croaked, his voice soft and strained. "Your house." Stiles spoke as if it was obvious. "What!?" Mercy and Derek yelled simultaneously.
"What?" Stiles asked, confused, not understanding the problem.
"We can't take him to his house, Stilinski!" Mercy practically shouted. "I'm pretty sure the hunter knows where he lives." She explained with a straight face.
Derek, with a newfound source of energy, nodded his head, agreeing. "Exactly. And I can't protect myself."
Stiles, now extremely annoyed, pulls onto the side of the road, putting the car in neutral as he turns to Derek, with a sour expression.
"All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?" He asks sarcastically, tapping the steering wheel. "Are you dying?"
"Not yet." Derek shook his head. "I have a last resort."
"What do you mean?" Mercy speaks up, leaning forward. "What last resort?"
Derek pulls up his sleeve, revealing a gaping wound, which has black blood protruding out of it, making Stiles gagging loudly. "Oh, my God. What is that?" he asks, his voice high-pitched.
"Oh, is that contagious?" Mercy gags, leaning back, so she isn't close to Derek anymore. "You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles says, on the verge of puking.
