Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

Wolf

There was a loud knock at the door startling Stiles and I. Stiles gets up and opens the door revealing Scott.

"Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information." Stiles says as he shuts the door.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." Stiles says.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott sat down on the edge of the bed.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale." Stiles says.

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Scott notes.

"Bingo." I snap my fingers and point at him.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay." Stiles says.

"What, then?" Scott looks at us.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf - the bite in the woods. Lexy and I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles rushes over his words. He is definitely off his meds.

"Should I?" Scott questions.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you and Lexy heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em." Stiles states.

"You really did do your research." I look at Stiles.

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No - Werewolves." Scott gets up and paces around.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott says. He doesn't believe us.

"We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles says.

"Its true. You barely caught a ball last year. This year your first line and can catch every ball that comes your way. Not one ball has past you since you've been bit." I say.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott rolls his eyes.

"An impossible shot for someone like you to make." I commented.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean - The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore." Stiles says. That is true. Ever since he was bitten I haven't seen him take one puff out of that inhaler. And usually he takes quite a few puffs out daily when he's around me.

"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow." Scott says irritatedly.

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?" Stiles says.

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott says.

"Look your the one who was freaking out the day after you were bitten. You wanted us to figure out what was wrong. Guess what? We did. Now you don't believe us. Scott you are a werewolf." I tell him.

"Seriously Lexy, you are so naive." Scott scoffs. I gasped at how ridiculous he was acting.

"Naive?" I raised my voice. Who does he think he is talking to me like that.

"We're trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." Stiles tells him.

"Bloodlust?"

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott says on edge.

"You gotta hear this. 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now." Stiles get up from the chair and walks over to Scotts bag.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

"I'm canceling the date." Stiles says pulling out the phone.

"No, give it to me!" Scott shoves stiles against the wall and throws the rolling chair down. I get up suddenly and try to break it up. Scott pushes my chest back as I go flying across the room hitting the wall. Scott stares down at me as his eyes flashed a bright yellow color. I gasped in fear. What the hell? Stiles looks over at me as Scott looks back at Stiles and lets go of him. He looks from Stiles back to me realizing what he did.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry." Scott leaves the house. Stiles walks over to me and helps me off the ground.

"You ok?" He asked. I take my jacket off and reveal a light blue bruise across my chest. It was a handprint shape. Stiles looks down at the bruise then back at me.

"Its the full moon. He didn't mean too." I say quietly. Stiles hugs me tightly.

"Lets just figure out what we need to do to help him. He doesn't get it yet but with the rate he's going Scott's going to kill a lot of people. Especially over his anger." I say picking up a book and read it.

"Yeah, keep up with the research then head to the party to check up on him." Stiles picks up the rolling chair revealing claw mark.

"Or lets go now." I close the book.

"Let me get dress. I'll take you home. You get dressed then we'll head over." Stiles says as he goes to his closet.

"Sounds good. I'll be in the jeep." I grab my bag and head out of the room. By the time I made it out to the Jeep, Stiles comes running out of the house climbing into the driver seat. I look him up and down and see him all dressed up in a suit and bow tie. Orange was definitely his color.

"You clean up nice Stillinski." I reach over and straighten up his bow tie as he drives to my house.

"Oh hush." He waves it off and parks in front of my house.

"Five minutes." I say grabbing my bag as I get out of the jeep.

"Make it two." Stiles shouts as I walk in the house.

I run upstairs to my room throwing that bag on my bed. I rushed over to my closet pulling out my black sleeve dress and black leather jacket. I change my clothes and slide my combat boots on. I brush out my hair and quickly drawl on my dark black eyeliner. I head downstairs and run to the jeep.

"Wow." Stiles looks at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Sometimes I forget you are a girl." Stiles says. I reach over and smack him in the back of his head. He sighs and drives over to where the party was.