Faunoe o fatuoe (Sterek slash)

Chapter One

Stiles was sick of running for his life. It seemed like all his free time since Scott had got the bite, and bloody Derek Hale had brooded his way into their lives, was taken up with running from unimaginable horrors. Seriously at this rate he was going to end up owning stocks in Nike.

Crashing through some low lying branches, he couldn't stop the shriek that burst from his throat when his hoodie got caught and he was thrown backwards like a rag doll. Spinning around in tight circles, he waved his arms around until he heard the branch snap and he unceremoniously crashed to the ground. He stayed there for several long moments using his pathetic human hearing to listen out for anyone approaching, but the woods were quiet. Too quiet if he was honest. Somewhere out there was a pack of werewolves chasing a swamp monster, one would have expected there to be more noise. Well at least some howling, there seemed to be a significant absence of howling going on. Not that Stiles minded right in that moment since he neither wanted a swamp monster to sneak up on him, nor would he have wanted someone to see his ungainly escape attempt from the tree.

Ok he didn't want Lydia to have seen it, he'd never live it down.

After taking some time out to catch his breath, Stiles pushed off from the mud and took off at a less frantic pace further into the woods. He just knew he was going to get lost here, after all he had never really known his way around the thick woodlands that surrounded Beacon Hills and in his panic he hadn't really been paying attention to where he was going. Leaning against a nearby tree he pulled his cellphone from his pocket, covering the screen with his hand to stop the light attracting unwanted attention. No reception, what a surprise. This whole thing was playing out like a B grade horror film and unfortunately Stiles was playing the role of tragic heroine.

"I'm going to die." His words were whispered but still sounded loud in the silence of the woods. "Some old man walking a dog is going to find my corpse six months from now."

He could see if now, the newspaper headlines reading 'missing teen found dead just seconds away from civilization'. He wondered if ghosts could blush, either way he was going to haunt Scott for the rest of his long immortal life. He was going to be Spike to Scott's Angel, after all it was his fault Stiles was out here in the first place and not at home eating Ben & Jerry's from the tub and watching shark week.

If Stiles missed shark week he was going to haunt the whole Beacon Hills pack for the rest of eternity.

This was ridiculous, he had to find his way out of these woods or at least find someone friendly who could help him. Pushing his phone back into his jeans pocket he stepped away from the tree, giving out a manly shriek when he foot sunk into the mud and he had to cartwheel his arms desperately to stop going face first into the slush. Once he had steadied himself he took three steps into the darkness only to walk smack into what felt like another tree.

Huh ... he hadn't seen a tree there in the dull light coming from his phone screen. Reaching out his hand came into contact with something hard, something hard covered in what felt like leather and before his brain was even able to process that fact he was picked up by his throat and pressed into the tree he had just been hiding behind. His feet weren't even touching the ground, and he could feel someone's breath on his face and a warm body against his. Well there was only one person who would pick him up by his throat and throw him into trees all while ignoring personal boundaries.

"Derek." His voice came out strangled, which wasn't a surprise since he was being ... well ... strangled. "Man am I glad to see you."

"What are you doing?" Ah so Derek was half wolfed out if his voice was any indication, his words tended to go muffled when his teeth came in. "I thought I told you to hide."