Eternal (Sterek)

This is Derek

The crickets were chirping in the very quiet night, only a street lamp lite up on one block to show the Stilinski household, and there sat a boy in his room with one light on.

There stood a figure under the street lamp with one broken arm, a gash on his leg, and a very angry face plastered.

This is Derek.

Derek is very angry, not at Stiles specifically, but how his goddamn shirt was ripped and his jacked was covered in blood, blood is very difficult to get out of a leather jacket.

His broken arm? Eh, it will heal.

Right now Derek is dealing with a rabid wolf trying to kill every other wolf in its path, humans? Maybe, that's why he needs Stiles.

Derek somehow climbed his battered ass up to the roof of the house and open the always unlocked window of Stiles room, does the wolf actually care if the boy is scared half to death when he just climbs into his room without his permission? Nope, not at all.

"Stiles, get your ass up we need bait" Stiles fell off his chair, onto the carpet ground. Derek kept a straight face while the clumsy boy half way tripped over himself just trying to get back up on his own two feet.

Stiles gawked at Derek, he smelled like death and was bleeding everywhere, and his bone was pointing the wrong way, stiles didn't know what to faint more of, the blood or the broken bone.

"What the hell Derek!?" Stiles squeaked, it was manly. "Ever heard of a door? Or is that just a wolf thing?" Derek's rolled his eyes. He questioned how Stiles never got used to it.

"Never mind that, just move" The wolf pushed the boy around leading him down the stairs, he was lucky the Sheriff wasn't home or than they would never get out the door in time to save some lives and kill a wolf.

"So why do you need me again? And where is your car? Let's take my jeep!" Stiles rambled while digging into his pockets for his keys, he than remembered that the keys are all the way back at his home on the desk, but that would be a long walk because Derek was pushing him so quickly that they already made it three blocks down in under a minute. Record time.

"There is a rabid wolf on the loose and killed three wolves, so we need you" Derek ignored the questions that spat out of the boys mouth and kept pushing him forward.

"Need me to what? Kill it? Um I don't think so wolfie because guess what I'm human" Stiles snarked waving his hand at Derek.

"Exactly, you're human. An easy target" Derek snapped back trying to ease the pain from his arm but was healing very slowly. Stiles scoffed shaking his head.

"I will not be werewolf bait, remember last time that happened with a demon lizard? I was almost human on a plater and you were almost wolf soup if it wasn't for me!" Valid points for Stiles, good for him, but it doesn't matter because Derek was...well Derek.

When they reached a dark parking lot Stiles had a erie feeling, he wasn't alone he knew that, but like something was waiting, watching from a distance. Stiles turned to look at Derek but he was no where to be found, he was now alone, in the dark, abandon parking lot, with a crazy rabies ridden werewolf that could kill him probably just by staring at his eyes for three seconds.

"Oh screw you Derek!" Stiles yelled under his breath, he didn't want to make too much noise to attract the crazy wolf, but that's kind of what he needed to do right? Be bait. Sadly there was no bell to ring or apple to stick in his mouth to look like a juicy big on some special accession with the queen of England, so he did what any other teenage boy would do.

Run the hell away.

When Stiles took off he knew this would defiantly attract the wolf, wolves go more for the running appetizer than the sitting duck, but he also wanted to be as far away as possible from the danger. The boy than heard four giant beats of paws coming after him. Well so much for being away from danger.

At this moment Stiles thought that the pack had gotten the rabies wolf so he could stop and safely go back home and watch Netflix for the rest of the day. But when he slowed down, something jumped on his sending him to the hard ground.

Something big, furry, and most defiantly scary.

The boy wanted to scream, scream at the top of his lungs because he felt betrayed by his friend, where were they? Did they forget about him? Do they want to get rid of his sorry ass because if so, He would gladly kick himself out with a smile on his face moving to Mexico and change his name to Pablo.

The weight on his back was suddenly lifted, Stiles rolled over seeing yet another body hover over him, but not in an attacking way, protective more like. The figure than snarled at the wolf showing its fangs. The crazed wolf brawled back but twitched every second it stared at the other werewolf, than the body flung themselves at the wolf grabbing it by its tuff and flung it across the parking lot. The boy couldn't function.

Before Stiles knew what was happening someone pulled him up by his shirt sending him back and running, he knew who did that, it was Scott. The figure who protected him must have been Derek or Milaia. But the body was to brod for the girls slender figure, so it had to be Derek.

"Move Stiles!" And Stiles ran as fast as he could.