Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 9

I feel myself adjusting my position in the identification seats as I see Jordan talk the my grandfather, Sheriff Stilinski. Then I notice to my right, Ava, who is looks as uncomfortable as I am. I whisper to her, "What do you think they see on the screen from getting our fingerprints?" She shrugs and stares to the ground. "What's wrong" I say concerned.

"It's all my fault, " my head tilts, confused why she would think such a thing, "the breach had enough energy to send one person to the past and then back to thier present and when I fell in with you, I turned it into a one way trip." she sits in grief with her fingers pulling on her hair slightly to her scalp. Suddenly I hear a creaky door open to the sheriff's office. I try to move head around deputys and trainees to get a sight of who it might be, but the handcuffs keeping me to the chair hold me down from getting a clear view. The only thing I see is Jordan pointing straight  at me then my granfather tells something to the young man that I cannot yet see. What if this person is the DNA specialist becasue there is no doubt that they can find out who we are. Then suddenly I see Scott enter through the creeky door also talking to the young man. Who is this person? Ava and I sit in the waiting room for our interogator who might be the young man hidden from my view in the sheriff's office. 

"Stilinski!" I hear someone yell from the far side of the room, it's a young teenager too but he has handcuffs securing him whil being held back by some trainees. I am alerted by this because back in my time I was the only Stilinski that is actually alive or around. The teenager was also accompined by a lawyer so he was probably being tranferred to a jail or juvi and the lawyer was there to minimize the stay in jail. The boy continues furiously, "Stilinski! I'm gonna kill you." he yells at the top of his lungs.

The sheriff walks out with Jordan, Scott, and the young man that I still can't see because of a deputy of stood up to get a clear view of the tension between my granfather and this young teen. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory." Sheriff Stilinski says as calm as he can be. Ava lifts to her head to see what I was so interested in. My grandfather continues, "Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

The boy looks even furious witht he anger boiling up in his face and snaps back at the Sheriff, "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window." Donovan blows, "I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead." he smirks, "And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now." he flusteres with himself with anger, "Because this is why."

Jeez, Donovan acts like he wants to go to jail, I would threaten a sheriff in front of a whole deputy squad and department. Then I hear a slight familar voice speak up , "Wow, that was awesome." the young man who speaks this comes into my view and he snaps back at Donovan, "That was awesome." he pauses and I get of who which looks like actually a young senior, "That was great." it's Stiles, my father, "We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know." he says like a smart alec.

I tap Ava's knee, and she glares at me then I point to my father snapping at Donovan, "That-that's your father." she says as excited as I am.

"Okay, you know what? It's fine," my father implies, "you'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know." 

"Wow, your dad is smarter with his words and is totally dishing that boy." I smirk when she says this till I zone out to get a better look at my father.

"Just stuck there, forever." he suggests looking from Donovan's glaring face and then his father's expression.

"Get him out of here!" Sheriff Stilinski demands. I then notice Scott and my father whispering something to each other and then my grandfather joins in.

Whispering to Ava, "What are they saying?"

"I am not sure," she pauses, "something that happened with that boy when he took a Anger Expression Inventory test," I can see her wonder, "What's Anger Expression Inventory test?"

I reply throughly and completely, "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy."

"That guy wanted to be a cop?" Ava replies confused and uncertain.

"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience."  I say humorously. Then, at the corner of my eye I see the sheriff telling my father and Scott something while pointing in our direction. The walk over here looking at us strange and I see Ava trying to make a face that no one can read and I follow. 

Scott gets down on his knees beside me with my father standing right next to him. "Did you say you were a banshee?" I nod ever so slighlty while trying to keep my hood covering most of my face to prevent anyone from noticing a resemblence between Stiles and I. I'm sweating, "And she's," he points at Ava, "a were wolf?"

My father bends and chimes in, "Prove it." His presence makes me want to burst in tears and hug him as hard as I can. And when I see his face clearer, I realize how much he looks like me. His rich brown hair, pale skin, and freckles here and there. His voice warms my heart and I miss him so much. But, he doesn't know me and he shouldn't, he's two years older than me right now and I shouldn't even exist. I look at Ava and she gives a expression asking me whether it was ok to show him and I nod. Her eyes glow a bright gold revealing that she is the lowest class of a werewolf pack, Omega. Then I suddenly remember that Ava is part of Scott's and his eyes will glow if he's in the presence of one of his pack member. Shoot. I've just made a terrible mistake as Scott's eyes respond to her eyes with a bright seering red, the eyes of an alpha.