The Bite |Teen Wolf|

Chapter. 3

I start walking the path again, the path me and my dad made blah, blah. Where I met this one stranger Derek.

Oh yeah, him.

I almost forgot, the stalker guy... right?

"Hey!"

I hear a voice again, it was eering in my head. Its high pitched tone, it was obviously different than Derek's.

I turned around and roll my eyes, "What the hell was the at lunch?" 

It was Scott, wonndering why I nearly ruined his image. Which I guess he deserved since he still hasnt told me what happened.

"Well, what the hell was that wound on you!" I spit back, pointing through his eyebrows. He took a step back, and swung his black backpack on his shoulder, He just went ahead of me, and ignored me.

Talk about rude, and disrespectful.

I followed in his tracks, "Well if your not going to tell me... I'll just ask Derek." Scott flinched as the words fell out of my mouth. He stopped and looked back at me, his brown eyes turned a dark hazel in seconds.

"What?" He said looking right back at me.

"Derek," I replied.

"I met him just this morning."

"Stay away from him." He demanded this time.

"Why your not my mother." I hissed.

"Yeah, well I'm the oldest child! I'm supposed to be the father figure."

I felt anger pull out from my toes. " Father figure? Like hell you are. You won't even look at him, and now you want to be the father figure?"

I heard pedalling footsteps and he lunged at me. I was pinned down behind his weight. "Do you want to know why he never comes around anymore?" Said Scott with gritted teeth.

"Because you scared him away! Mom had to order a restraining order against him for you!" I yelled back at him. He brought his elbow to my clavical applying presure to it.

My throat hurts and I can't breathe Scotts eyes has turned brown to dark hazel again. I tried gaping for air but I couldn't. I started flapping my arms at him. In that instant a dark figured had jumped out of no where and pulled Scott off of me.

I lay on my back feeling the cold fresh air pulse through my lungs.

I manage to wobble back onto my feet, "Scott stop!" I am reminded of Derek's voice once again as it flows right through me.

"Go, get out of here!" Derek's deep blue eyes draw me in for a second, but I remember the task at hand. I  quickly reached back down for my bag and made a full sprint for the house. I slammed the door behind me, and locked the bottom and top locks. I placed my hand on my heart it felt like I was in shock.

Well I was...

My brother just tried to kill me, and I would have been a goner if Derek hadn't been there.

Actually, why was he there?

I slid my back against the door dropping my heavy bag at the side. I grazed a fingertip over my clavical to see if I had painful-to-the-touch bruises. Luckily I didn't but I'd have some brusing tomorrow morning. 

"What caused him to act like this?" I say to myself caressing my brutally damaged neck. I pushed myself off the hard wood floors, and walked up to Scott's room. I went filing the his drawers, his sock drawer, his underwear draw. Everything you coud name, I couldnt find anything. Not even a single pill or anything! "Well whatever he was taking must have been very strong." I mumble under my breath. I slowly walk up to the window caressing the drapery in my hand and pulling it aside to see if Scott and Derek were outside.

They weren't. I examined the windowsill and I did find something. There was a small hole in the cileings of the windows, and it revealed an orange bottle.

"Gotcha." I exclaim. I reach up into the celing pulling the bottle down. Half of the label had been ripped off and the only visible words were "Stilinksi." I cracked the plastic bottle in my fist. "Dick." I say over the loud crackling of the pill container. I drop it onto Scotts bedroom floor and stomp out of the room.

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I prance down the stairs getting prepared for my meaty breakfast. Melissa said that she would buy saucages yesterday and make me some eggs. I rubbed my hands together because of the thought. When I turned down the last to steps I saw from the kitchen that I wasn't going to get my meaty breakfast. 

Mellisa and Scott were at the dinner table, "Hey mom." I say in an average tone, she scoffed and motioned me to sit down. "Dani. You wouldn't lie to me right?" She said leaning on the table.

"Well, sure I would!" I say jokingly, "But you'd always know wether I was lying or not anyway." I say pulling out the chair to rest my foot on to tie my shoe. 

She pressed off the table. Scott rolled his eyes, "Lets be serious here." 

"Scott said you were undermining him yesterday." She said folding her arms, "Yeah. And so?"

Mellisa gave up her serious look, "Thats it thank-you. You can leave." I looked up from my shoes and was shocked. I thought I would be grounded or even worse! Scott wasn't pleased with her course of action.

"What!" He exclaimed.

"The first steps to being a good mother, Dont always listen to the most troubled child. Their complanit will usually be about their fellow siblings." She quoted "I learned that from a book." She said as she took a bite of her toast, "That one of your teachers recomended me because of your progress reports. It also says to praise the 'better' child. So," She pulled out more gourmet breakfast. 

"Thanks!" I say as I spring up to grab the food. She quickly puts it behind her back just when I am two feet away from her, "Just let him think he's the "father" figure." Mellisa whispered. I rolled my eyes, "Okay." I say in dark tone, at the corner of my eye I see Scott with his ear turned a way and those hazel demonic eyes again. 

"Yes!" Scott cheers, like he could hear every word that was spoken. I grabbed my toast in one hand, and my bag in the other. I dragged my bag along the table and finally hitting Scott in the head as I "tried" to miss his abnormally large head.

It must have been the drugs the Stiles gave him.

Speaking of Stiiles, were is he I need to murder that louse!