Run - Teenwolf Stalia AU

Chapter 5

Scott felt a burning pain in his shoulder as his eyes fluttered open. He felt like that one time when he'd just lost a fight with a door. He pushed himself up, his shoulder aching. Looking around he had no idea where he was. Curtains surrounded him, he was in a hospital? Well, some kind of hospital. He'd never seen one so clean. It was nothing like where his mom worked. Looking down at himself, he realized he didn't have a shirt on.

Immediately feeling embarrassed. He pulled the blanket up higher, and that's when his eyes caught sight of the bandage. Right in that spot. His breath caught in his throat as he was pulled back.

The cannon went off, and Scott started running. Part of him had wondered where Stiles would be, but he needed to focus. He would have to pace himself. Going more in a speed walk than a run to avoid triggering his asthma.

His arm burned, but the only thing they added was the second dash mark. He winced in the memory of last year, feeling sympathy towards Stiles. While Scott had never been that afraid of needles and had planned on getting a tattoo someday anyway. It was more painful than he had expected. And he knew Stiles had a huge fear of them. Part of him worried that Stiles was passed out somewhere.

This year they only added one dash to his wrist tattoo. Scott had pointedly avoided telling Stiles about it because he knew it would only make him more apprehensive. It was one of the main reasons Scott always wore long sleeve shirts, hoodies, or jackets. On the rare occasion that he didn't wear those, he had covered the tattoo with his Mom's makeup.

Stiles would probably get him for that later, assuming neither of them were caught. Scott had to pause, leaning heavily on a tree. Wishing they would've let him take his inhaler with him. He had a growing stitch in his side. Part of him just wished that if his mate was here, they'd get rid of the suspense and just find him already.

Shaking his head he pushed forward, then he heard movement behind him. Stopping he turned around. Seeing a girl come through the bushes. Her eyes were wide and crazed. Looking straight at him, and yet. He wasn't scared. She was beautiful, and he already felt at ease.

As she took a step forward he took an involuntary step back, and she growled. Her fangs were visible now. Scott knew what the next step was. And sat down. He knew it was coming anyway. He figured he could avoid some damage by sitting down.

She seemed to stand taller from that. Like she liked how willing he was. Truth was, he wasn't exactly willing. He just knew there was no escaping it.

So, taking a deep breath, Scott closed his eyes. He heard her move. Then he felt her fangs pierce the flesh of his shoulder. He cried out, and she stopped. But as soon as her mouth's grip on him let go, his vision blurred, and darkness overcame him.

Scott stared at his shoulder with a mixture of emotions, from confusion, pain, and wonder. He was marked. That girl marked him, and he didn't even know her name.

The curtain slowly opened, and his eyes snapped up from the bite mark. Looking at her with wide eyes. It was her... he was immediately mesmerized by her. She had beautiful brown hair that fell in elegant curls down past her shoulders. Deep brown eyes that he could get lost in, a beautiful, perfect smile. Scott found himself staring, so lost in her image that he hadn't even realized that she had said something to him. He ended up saying something stupid.

Though he hadn't actually heard what he'd said, she let out a laugh. Scott loved that laugh. She moved closer slowly as if testing whether or not he was scared of her. Scott nodded to her. He wasn't scared of her. Even though his brain said he should be, he just... wasn't.

"What's your name?" He whispered, his brain feeling cloudy. He felt tired, but he wanted to stay awake, he wanted to get to know her. Wanted to know who she was.