Born Not Bitten - (Teen Wolf)

A New Player

It was cold. Stiles was in the middle of a dark corridor, he couldn't see the end. All the walls were pitch black.

"Stiles" he heard a familiar voice call his name.

He looked up and saw Lydia, guiding him through the corridor. Her hand was ice cold. As they walked down the endless path, the walls of the corridor started to whiten. He could see a white door at the end of the corridor.

Before he opened the mysterious door, he asked Lydia "Where are we?". He was returned with silence. He turned around, Lydia was no longer with him, she had disappeared.

Cautiously, he opened the doors outwards. He saw his mum's grave and his eight year old self. He was replaying a memory. One he didn't think about much.

Tears started to fall from his eyes.

"Let's go Stiles" His dad put his hand on young Stiles.

Stiles couldn't go through all this again. He turned around. He started bawling. He noticed someone behind a bush watching him. Him, not memory him. It was a woman.

He started to walk towards the figure. The woman was wearing a black cloak. She had put the hood over her head, Stiles only saw darkness under the hood.

He slid the hood off the woman's head.

"Mum!?!"

Suddenly everything went white.

"Stiles, wake up" he heard a man's voice say.

"Wake up" he heard again.

Then he felt a pain on his stomach.
Stiles instantly woke up. He turned to Scott who was still in driver's seat.

"Why'd you slap me?!" His voice half tired, but mostly angry.

"You wouldn't wake up" Scott replied, a slight smirk on his face.

Stiles rolled his eyes and got out of the car.

"How long was I asleep for?"

"About 3 ho-" Malia interrupted Scott.

"Someone's here"

Scott sniffed with his werewolf nose.

"She's right"

Everybody fell silent. They were all ready to fight. Malia and Scott had fully transformed in to werecoyote and werewolf. Kira had her sword and kitsune powers. Lydia had her banshee powers and the martial art moves she had learned from Parrish, back in Beacon Hills. Stiles had his baseball bat.

They were in the middle of a road. In front of them was an abandoned warehouse. Everyone was facing in the direction of the warehouse, expecting their attackers to come from that direction.

"I can't see anything." Kira said, trying to espy anything under the fall of night.

"Someone is definitely here." said Malia, reassuring Kira. "Their scent's getting stronger."

"A welcome party? For me? You shouldn't have." A satisfied voice said.

Scott's pack all turned around.

It was a teenage boy, he looked a few years younger as Scott and the others. He looked 16. His black jeans and leather jacket camouflaged him in to the darkness of the night.

"Who are you?" said Stiles quickly.

"Jake, Jake Meyers." He smiled like his name had a meaning.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" Stiles said confused.

Jakes smile disappeared.

"You're looking for him, aren't you?" Jake changed the subject. "Dominic, right?"

"Dominic, who's Dominic?" Scott asked.

Jake looked frustrated.

"YOU'RE HUNTING DOWN THE LEADER OF A SUPERNATURAL TOWN AND YOU DON'T KNOW HIS NAME!!!!"

Jake looked like he was about to explode.

"Why do you care so much?"

"I just do" Jake said. "Look if you want to kill Dominic, you need my help"

"Why would we need a strangers help?" Scott said, skeptical of Jake's offer.

"Because, he knows you're here"

"How would you know?"

"I have sources" Jake said.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Stiles asked, considering the offer.

Jake smiled.

"You don't. That's part of the fun."

Scott turned to Stiles.

"It's your choice"

Every eye was on Stiles.

Stiles nodded.

"He's staying at the Clearcastle Hotel. There's a hotel across from it. We'll stay there." Jake explained.

Scott and the others got in to the jeep and followed Jake and his motorbike to the Blackgriffin Inn.

Scott and Stiles stayed in Room 3A.

Lydia and Kira stayed in Room 3B.

Malia drew the short straw and had to share a room with Jake in Room 3C.

They all fell asleep straight away.