Love Bites

Chapter 18: Blood

We've been sitting in Stiles' jeep for hours now. I've managed to get through a decent chunk of homework as Stiles and Derek bicker back and forth in the front. Stiles pulls out his phone and calls Scott for the seventh time this hour, yelling at him over the phone. Apparently he's stuck in an awkward family dinner with Allison's parents and Aunt Kate.

            "What am I supposed to do with him?"

            "Take him somewhere, anywhere!" Scott panics on the other side.

            "And, by the way, he's starting to smell." I comment from the back as Derek glares at me. I stick my tongue out at him in the rear view mirror reflection.

             "Like-like what?"

              "Like death." Stiles answers.

              "Okay, take him to the animal clinic."

               "What about your boss?" Stiles questions.

                "He's gone by now." I explain. "I've got my spare key..." I say digging through my bag. "Right here!" Stiles sighs and hands his phone to Derek.

                 "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you."

                 "Did you find it?" Derek questions right away.

                  "How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a millions! This house is like... The frickin' Walmart of guns. "

                   "Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

                  "I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Scott sasses through the phone and I laugh a humorless laugh.            

                  "Then think about this. The Alpha called you two out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me." Derek explains and my face pales. "Find the bullet." He demands before he hangs up. Stiles starts the jeep and makes a hard U-turn before he speeds down the road towards the animal clinic.

We arrive in fifteen minutes due to Stiles reckless driving and hop out. I toss my key over to him as he runs to the door and opens it as I grab Derek. Wrapping an arm around his waist as he rests one my shoulders. Even with super human strength he's still heavy as hell. I think to myself as we walk inside the clinic and Stiles flicks the lights on. Stiles' phone beeps as he reads over his text message.

            "Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

             "Is that a weed?" I ask.

"Shut up." They both response.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek breaths out. "He has to bring me the bullet."

             "Why?"

              "'Cause I'm gonna die without it."

             "Okay can we please get him to the operating table or something; the blood is getting all over my white sweater!" I whine. "Stiles open the rest of the doors." I command as I literally drag Derek through the clinic. I help him over to the operating table and he pulls his shirt off, reviling his perfectly toned upper body. I would be lying if I said I wasn't staring at him.

An interesting tattoo stands out in the middle of his back, three spirals that connect with each other in the middle. I wonder what it means... I think to myself as I continue to stare. Stiles clears his throat and I avert my gaze away from Derek's perfectly toned, pale upper half blushing like an idiot. He places his arm on the table and I almost throw up. The dark purple veins have spread, almost covering his entire arm as more blood gushes out of the wound.