Lemon Eyes- A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Delirious

"Dad, be careful okay?" Stiles said before the Sheriff left the house.

"I'll be okay son" then he was gone.

Stiles sighed. His dad had been on the force for as long as he'd been alive but after his mum's death he was crazily scared every time his dad went out on duty. He couldn't lose his dad too.

Stiles had listened in on his dad's radio earlier and knew he was out looking for: a dead body or rather half a dead body.

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Stiles didn't know why he did it. He had tried to call Scott but it went to voice mail so he went around his best friends and now they were in the woods looking for half a dead body.

"Stiles!" gasped Scott trying to catch up with Stiles. "I can see torchlight ahead!"

Stiles stopped. He couldn't go any further or his dad would catch him. Great. He dropped to the ground and Scott followed his lead, wheezing.

"Sorry" whispered Stiles, frowning when he realized what a bad state Scott was in. He hadn't noticed which was weird. "You have your inhaler?"

Scott nodded and pulled it out of his pocket and took a puff and slowly but surely his breathing steadied to a normal rate.

"You okay now?" asked Stiles, concerned and guilty.

"Yeah" Scott smiled. "This was fun and all but can we go home now?"

Stiles nodded. "I have no idea what possessed me to come out here..."

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They were halfway back when it happened.

A stampede of deer.

Stiles tackled Scott to get him out the way and they rolled down a small incline.

"Ouch, dude" complained Scott.

"What the hell was that?" agreed Stiles.

Scott screamed.

"Wha-" Stiles spun around and followed his best friend's gaze. A dead body. Or rather half a dead body.

"Crap, crap, crap" muttered Stiles. Now he had found the dead body he had no idea what to do. What the hell inside him had thought this was a good idea?

"Stiles" whispered Scott, sounding terrified. "There's something over there"

Then there was a blur and afterwards Scott was writhing on the ground and there was a huge mountain of snarling muscle in front of Stiles, who flailed and fell on his ass.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles voice broke. Scott moaned.

The strange beast growled and terror filled Stiles' every pore. Then it's eyes glowed a fierce red and it pinned Stiles. He whimpered.

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Stiles woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and an ache in his back.

"Stiles, dude, you're awake" Scott sounded relieved and Stiles opened his eyes only to see charred wooden beams and dust swirling through the air.

"Where the hell are we" he groaned.

"Your new home" an unfamiliar voice purred and Stiles spun around.

A guy was standing there in a pair of tattered pants with a predatory smirk on his face. Another guy who Stiles recognized was next to him. His stubble had grown and the scowl on his face was deeper and darker than when he had last seen him but Stiles knew Derek Hale when he saw him. As he looked back at the man who had spoken, he realized who it was from a foggy memory. He should still be comatose.

"Peter Hale" Stiles said causing the adult to smirk.

"Clever boy" laughed Derek's uncle.

"What are we doing here?" demanded Scott and Stiles had forgotten he was there.

The older Hale's eyes flashed a crimson red and Stiles gasped in realization.

"It was you" Then "But how?"

Derek Hale grunted.

"Werewolves, darling, werewolves" said Peter Hale, smooth as silk.

"Werewolves?" spat Scott incredulously.

It seemed beyond belief but if that was the only explanation there was... Stiles wanted proof.

Seeming to read his mind, Derek's uncle's eyes flashed red again but this time fangs sprouted from his mouth and claws from his fingertips.

Stiles' mouth dropped and he was sure that next to him Scott's had done the same.

"Well that was fun and all-" babbled Stiles once he had recovered. "But I think we'll be leaving now."

He got to his feet and dragged Scott to his feet next to him. Scott winced and Stiles looked at him in concern before marching in the direction of the door. He would sort out whatever was wrong with Scott once they were out of there.

They got all the way to the door before they were stopped.

"Oh no you don't" taunted someone who Stiles seriously did not expect would be there.

"Erica!" croaked Scott in surprise.

"Oh, honey." She hummed. "I didn't know you knew my name!"

So I made another fanfiction...what is my life? Hope you like it! Please vote and leave comments :D