Sarcastic Stilinski

It's Only the Beginning

Written by musiclife14

Stiles stumbles into the door, he knocks and the door opens. Lydia was standing there, she looked so beautiful. Her red hair waving it's way down, red lipstick perfect like a movie star, short skirt, and stunning flowered shirt. Her pale face showed concern.

"Stiles? Are you okay? You look pale, and very scared." She said. Her voice soothes him a little, but not enough to control it.

"I-I- I- need to tell you something. Ca-can I come in?" He said. He felt shivers down his back and felt his body shake.

"Of coarse. Come sit down." Lydia showed him to the couch, even though he already knew where it was. She still looked very concerned. "You're shaking. What's wrong, Stiles?"

"I can't... Control it!" He almost yelled the last part. He felt himself turning.

"Can't control what, Stiles?" She said. She stood up and backed away.

"I- umm. I got the bite.." He mumbled through his gasps for air.

She gasped. "Why?"

"Scott had to save me. I uh." He couldn't finish his sentence. He howled. Lydia covered her ears. He began to transform.

"Now Stiles... Just-" he charged at her before she could finish. She ran towards the door, he scratched and tried to get out the door, he then got it open. She was running to her car. "STILES!" She screamed. Her banshee scream traveled all across Beacon Hills. Tears fell down her face. "Stiles, I know you're in there. You need to take control. Just listen to my voice."

Stiles had stopped running toward her and just stood there, listening to what she was saying. He slowly formed back to normal.

"Stiles just listen to me. Don't hurt me. I'm trying to help you.." She trailed off. Stiles came closer to her, his eyes were still glowing yellow.

"Lydia... I... I didn't mean to..." He sighed. He saw the tears running down her face. He took his hand and wiped them away. "Don't cry I'm sorry..." He hugged her. He felt her hug back after a second and she then sobbed on his shoulder. "You have to admit, I look sexy with yellow eyes," Stiles joked. They both laughed and then parted. Stiles eyes stopped glowing. He stared into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her when suddenly, Scott, Milia, Keira, Derek, And Isaac ran up.

"What was that?" Milia asked.

"Umm. Nothing." Stiles said.

"Didn't sound like nothing." Scott said. "What happened?"

"I- uhhh. I couldn't control it, Scott... I couldn't. It took a lot to stop. Lydia is the only reason I'm not ripping her throat out right now." He said.

"You're heart is racing. Both of you." Isaac said.

"Yeah.." Lydia said. "Well I should get back inside. I'll-uhh see you all later." She casually walked inside.

"Stiles?" Scott broke his gaze.

"What?" He said.

"Why were you staring at her like that?" Scott asked.

"Umm. I'm just glad she's okay. I'm going to go home before I hurt anyone else.." He said and got junto his jeep. He drove off. His heart hadn't slowed down at all.

When he got home, his Dad was on the couch watching tv.

"Hey Stiles. Where you been?" His dad asked.

"Hey Dad. And I went to talk to Lydia." He sat down on the couch.

"What for?" Sheriff asked.

"I needed her help on some homework." Stiles answered. His Dad was watching some weird show in black and white.

"Okay. Well you should have called," Sheriff said.

"Okay," Stiles said simply.

"You okay? You look sweaty." Sheriff said, studying Stiles.

"I'm fine." He said.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Yes Dad. I'm fine." Stiles reassured.

"Umm. You should eat something" Sheriff said.

"Not hungry.." Stiles said.

"Still you should eat." He said.

"I don't want to eat." Stiles said.

Sheriff sighed." Fine." He got up and went to the kitchen and came back with  a glass of water. "Here. Drink this if you're not going to eat."

Stiles sipped it. He put the glass on the coffee table. Everything was quiet and peaceful until Stiles ran to his room in a rush. He began to hyperventilate.

"Stiles?" Sheriff followed him upstairs. "What's wrong?" He heard Stiles running. Sheriff sped up and got to Stiles's door. Stiles was about to shut the door when the Sheriff saw his eyes glow yellow just before the door was slammed.

"Stiles..?" Sheriff asked in slight panic.

"Go. Away." He growled. He tried to keep quiet but it wasn't working.

"Stiles what's wrong? What's happening?" Sheriff asked through the door.

"I'm dangerous. I don't want to hurt you. Or anyone else." Stiles said. He then howled.

"Stiles. I'm not- I'm not afraid of you." Sheriff said.

"Dad. Please go." Stiles said, now fully transformed.

"I'm not leaving until I know what's going on. What are you keeping from me?" Sheriff said. "I'm coming in whether you want me to or not." He opened the door. He gasped when he saw Stiles on the floor, as a werewolf.

"Oh Stiles..."He mumbled under his breath.

"Dad. I don't want to hurt anyone else. Please. Go." Stiles said. He had small tears trickling from his eyes.

"You not going to hurt me. You're going to breath. It's just a panic attack. Calm down and tell me what happened.." Sheriff said.

"Dad.. This was to save my life." Stiles said. He was calming down.

"How?" Sheriff asked, confused.

"Scott... Scott gave me the bite. I was going to die if he didn't. It isn't Scott's fault. Don't blame him. It was... It was my choice." Stiles looked down at the floor in shame.

"What was this to save you from?" Sheriff knelt down next to him. "The thing that killed Mom, it was going to kill me too," Stiles said, who now only had glowing yellow eyes. "Stiles...come here," his dad said. Stiles crawled toward him and they both hugged each other. Stiles's eyes went back to normalc, as he and his dad were crying. "I'm scared Dad...don't ever leave me, please."