I paced for what seemed like a few hours, but in reality? Ten minutes. So, since I was getting tired of pacing, I sat at my desk, and opened my laptop. Research? Lycanthropy? Yes. But, fiction was all I was probably going to get. Stiles was joking with Scott after all... Right?
As Google popped up, I typed in Lycanthropy. And, because of my google history, Supernatural lore came up.
What? A girl can dream.
Sighing, I erased recent searches, and retyped the word. A few Beastiaries popped up. Wow... The people who wrote these were either creative, or crazy... Or both. I opened one, and some pretty horrifying, but eye opening pictures started the book. Parts of the words were in Latin, or Greek. But, that's what google translate is for, right?
I translated some of the lost language, and was kind of surprised.
"One is either born into the line," I read quietly, "Or bitten by the Alpha of the pack. There is half chance that the bitten will survive. Half chance the bitten will reject the bite, and be sentenced to death by the brain." My eyes widened, but I continued. It all seemed so real, yet so... Fictional. Maybe because it's all a freaking crazy person's journal!
I shook my head, and went to a different link. A majority of the links I read were the same. The bitten, or the natural werewolves were either referenced to Lycanthrope, or werewolf. I see why Stiles is so into this. It was all quite interesting. Minus the fact that he thinks Scott is a werewolf.
But, from what I heard, Scott did seem like something... Extraterrestrial was happening... Or maybe it was just an adrenaline rush. .
Before I could click on another link, a tap at my window made me jump out of my skin.
It's the killer. Was the first thought my brain could make coherent. I sighed, and there were three more taps. Cautiously, I walked to the window. The darkness concealed whatever was tapping, but I opened the large window nonetheless.
"Derek?" I whisper yelled.
He walked in, and closed the window, "I thought you were going to sleep?"
I raised my eyebrow, "What are you doing here? And how did you know this was my room?"
He seemed like he was trying to come up with something. He did, "It's the only light on in the house. And I was walking around the neighborhood, and thought I'd stop by."
I wasn't even going to question about how he knew where I lived, "Derek, why would you just-"
His eyes caught my laptop screen, and I closed it. He raised an eyebrow, "Really? Stiles is really making you google Lycanthropy?"
"He's not making me do anything... I was curious. You know, because I was listening to Scott and Stiles rant about Lycanthropy? Well, more of... Listen to Stiles joke about his friend being a werewolf." I sat back in the desk chair, and Derek still had his unbelievably hot eyebrow raised, "Are you just here to check up on me? I can tell you now, I'm not getting any sleep."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Try."
I narrowed my eyes, "I did. Do you know how far that got me? Seeing the dead- well, half of the dead- body!"
Derek shook his head, "Listen-"
"I'm gonna not, and kick you out of my house." I got up, and opened the window, "Derek, please leave." For some unknown reason, I felt unsafe. Like maybe he was the killer.
"Fine." His gaze became narrow, and hard. He got back outside, but before he did, I saw a flash of blue from his eyes.
Hallucinations. It's gotta be hallucinations.
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Wilder Than Before
Fanfiction*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Teen Wolf, or the plot line. Although, I do own Ylva Agostinelli as my character! And her family... PART OF THE PLOTS CHANGE. Just for my own little help... ****** The Agostinelli family moved to B...