Nightmare (Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight: Normal

Hey! How is everyone doing? I'm bored...as usual. Anyways, I've decided to put my boredom to good use and post another chapter. Thank you to those of you who have been reading, commenting, and voting. :)

          Stiles drove to his house in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence though, it was somehow normal. The drive gave me time to think and when I say think I mean going through my thoughts, making me even more nervous for tonight. I'm actually somewhat worried about Scott. He might be with Derek but since when have I ever trusted Derek? I guess I should be focusing on not killing Stiles tonight instead of Scott. I'm not ready to go through another full moon, not today at least. Hopefully I can control myself but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. "Serenity?" "Huh, what?" I asked, all my thoughts suddenly vanishing. "Were here." "Oh." I said taking a moment to observe my surroundings just to make sure he was telling the truth. We walked inside the house together and went straight up to his room. Stiles sat his backpack on the floor and started to sort through it. A few moments later he produced thick metal chains from the front zipper. I raised my eyebrow at him. I should have known he would have some kind of crazy idea.

          "Um...how is that going to work?" I asked. I'm not sure that chains will hold me when I shift. They might work for Scott but I doubt they will work on me. There has to be some kind of way for me to resist shifting during the full moon, right? I mean, I should be able to get control over it. Nope, probably not. Now that I think about it, the urge to turn is too strong for me to ignore. I guess I'll just have to endure it. "I'm going to chain you up and pray that you don't find some way to get lose." Stiles said announcing his plan. "And if I do?" I asked curiously. He seemed to think about it for a moment before speaking. "I die." I'm sure my face turned three shades paler when he talked about dying. I couldn't let myself hurt him, it would destroy me if I did. "Please don't talk like that. I can't..." The words stopped coming out of my mouth as I thought of possibly losing Stiles. He might not know it but he is what has been keeping me going this whole time.

          "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." He said noticing my discomfort. I took in a deep breath and released it trying to somehow release the stress I was feeling. Stiles dropped the chains and put both his arms around me. "Hey, it's alright. You'll be fine. We'll be fine." He said trying to reassure me that everything was going to work out. It shouldn't have but his words convinced me that everything was truly going to be fine. I knew it was stupid to go along like he wasn't in any danger but his words somehow provided me with the confidence I desperately needed, the confidence I wouldn't rip him to shreds. We sat in his room for a long while just talking. The good thing was that Stiles never brought up anything about werewolves. He just talked to me like a normal couple would. We talked about our day at school, how our family was doing, and even homework we had due. Normal things, that's what I truly wanted in that moment and somehow Stiles seemed to know it. I placed the necklace Stiles's had given me on the table beside his bed, knowing I didn't want anything to happen to it when I changed.

          It was when I started to feel the sweat on my forehead that I knew our small normal moment had to end. I felt anxious as Stiles tied the chains around me. "I hate doing this to you." He said as he locked the chains tightly around me. He then used a key to make sure the lock would be nearly impossible to break, at least for a human it would be. I just hope that somehow it holds me. "It's okay. You have to do this." He nodded as I prepared myself for what was to come. The moon light shinned through the window and I watched it, the anxiety nearly making me go insane. I wanted to scream but I contained myself. I bit down on my lip until it hurt bad enough for me to with drawl my teeth. I growled as my legs started to burn. Stiles, who was sitting in front of his computer working on a school project, turned to face me upon hearing my growl. "Serenity, are you okay?" No, I'm not okay! My bones started to crack and I whimpered. I couldn't answer Stiles, I had to focus on controlling myself.