Bloody Feud ⚜️VICTORIA⚜️ [2]

Revenge

A loud shrill scream tore through the small town before being cut abruptly followed by the sound of a body thudding.

A monstrous roar erupted from within a high school....that was littered with bodies.

"SCOTT!!!" A voice boomed from within the school.

The murderous True Alpha painfully rose to his feet at the end  of the school hallway spitting up blood. His crimson eyes glowing brightly in the darkness of the hall.

"Scotty...Scotty...Scotty. Tsk tsk." A disembodied voice announced. Scott lifted his partial-lupine head to see a silhouetted figure at the other end of the hall.

He was accompanied by a woman with a blazing fiery head of hair.

"Do you realize...the amount of terror...pain...depression you gave me?" The voice sounded stepping over bodies as it walked calmly down the hall.

Scott looked over at the dead body of Lydia on the floor ahead of him. His girlfriend...was gone.

Scott growled at the figure.

"After you killed...my fucking father." The voice spat before exiting the shadows and appearing in front of Scott. Scott's eyes went wide.

"St-Stiles?" Scott gasped.

"Hello, brother." Stiles spat sarcastically grabbing Scott by his throat and lifting him into the air.

Scott looked at how drastically different Stiles appeared.

He was paler than usual, his appearance seemed somewhat perfect. Unnaturally.

But the most chilling part, were his eyes. His blood red eyes. The red eyes that caught the rays of moonlight shining from the window pane. They glistened as they stared at him filled with rage.

"Stiles...what happened to you?" Scott whispered horrified. "The same thing that happens to most men in love stories, Scotty. My best friend killed my family and friends...and then I met a girl." Stiles said.

Scott looked at the redhead that clung to Stiles' side. Her eyes the same red as his.

"Why are you doing-" Scott began before Stiles furrowed his brows and threw Scott into the wall with enough strength and speed that he was sent flying through the concrete wall.

Scott painfully tried to get to his feet before a boot pressed down on his clawed hand and he screamed out.

"Scott...you killed my father...you killed Kira...and you killed Isaac." Stiles said calmly looking down at him. Scott looked up at his best friend.

"Stiles, please. I can help you." Scott rasped. Stiles let out a ring of laughter. He knelt down in front of him with a wide grin. "Oh, Scott. You amuse me. Why on Earth would I want your fucking help?" Stiles snarled before grabbing Scott by his throat and tightening his cold iron grip.

Scott gasped for air as his eyes went wide.

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! EVERYTHING!!! AND NOW, YOU WILL PAY!" Stiles raged. "ALL OF THIS...IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT, SCOTT!" Stiles spat gesturing to all the dead members of his pack littering the hall of the school.

Stiles drove fist after fist into Scott's body. Each punch that connected broke bones in the werewolf's body. He dropped to the ground before Stiles continued pummeling him. "Stiles...please." Scott rasped stretching his hand out towards him.

"What about my father? Huh? YOU GIVE HIM A CHANCE?!" Stiles snarled before continuing his onslaught of rage until a sudden squish and crunch was heard and Scott went still as a statue.

Scott was dead. Stiles...covered in his blood. Consumed by rage. Anger. Pain. Sadness and sorrow. He let out a loud painful cry into the night. As his mate, did her her best to comfort him.