Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 24

A/N:
I know Elizabeth isn't in much of this chapter, but I wanted to keep these scenes in, even if she wasn't in them.
Enjoy!

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3rd PERSON POV:

Ambulances were called and were arriving by the time Jackson and Danny got Lydia and Elizabeth to the front of the school. The two girls were then carried off to the hospital in a mad scramble to get them to safety before it was too late.

Stiles is desperately wishing he was with Elizabeth. But instead, he's anxiously driving Peter to some unknown parking garage, harshly gripping his steering wheel, worrying about her the entire time.

Peter notices this and says, "Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." Stiles scoffs.

He didn't want to believe that she would ever try to hurt him, but if she ended up being anything like Scott... it was inevitable.

He couldn't believe it. He'd had finally gotten somewhere with her romantically, and now she's turning into a werewolf... perfect.

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... twice a month." Peter comments nonchalantly.

Stiles sends him a death glare as he pulls into the parking garage Peter brought him to, then parks where he's told to.

Peter gets out of the jeep, while Stiles digs out his phone and starts to text Danny to check on Elizabeth. But he's interrupted when his door swings open, and Peter grabs his collar to drag him over to the trunk of a black car.

"Whose car is this?" he asks curiously.

"It belonged to my nurse." Peter answers, unlocking the trunk.

"What happened to your n—" opening the trunk, the alpha werewolf reveals his nurse's dead, purplish gray looking body with her arms wrapped around a green computer bag, making Stiles gasp in shock, "Oh, my God."

Peter grabs the bag and shoves it to Stiles' chest, flatly stating, "I got better." As he closes the trunk and starts setting up his equipment.

"Good luck getting a signal down here."

Pulling out a small device, Peter hands it to him, then continues to open his computer.

"And you're a Mac guy! Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"

With an angry glare, Peter shoves Stiles towards the laptop, "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf-mystique thing here." Stiles retorts, joking around being the only way to calm his frazzled nerves, "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Peter pointedly stares at the boy, "You know both of them."

"No, I don't."

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying."

"Dude, I swear to God-" he's cut off by Peter slamming his face onto the back of the car by his neck and holding him there.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles nods anxiously, and once he's let go, he starts typing away on the computer again, "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think Stiles—type."