This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 8

"Get up!", Stiles yelled at me.

I sprang from the couch and Stiles quickly grabbed my hand. Electricity shot through my body at the sudden touch. His hand was so strong and manly, and yet soft and sweet. Snap out of it Vanessa! This is not the time for those type of thoughts!

"How much time do we have?", he asked.

"About 5 minutes. They're moving. And fast.", Isaac explain.

Another slam of the door.

Derek, Allison, Erica, and my sister. Her eyes immediately went to me and Stiles' intwined hands. I quickly let go, earning me a puzzled look from Stiles. My sister always makes me feel like I'm doing someting wrong with the slightest look.

"Stiles, you need to get Vanessa to Deaton's. Take Lydia, Allison and Erica for protection. Boyd is already outside waiting on the twins. Me, Isaac, and Scott will try to shake them off and meet you guys over there. Got it.", Derek ordered.

"Sure. Stick me with all the girls while you guys get to have your wolf-man night out.", Stiles grumbled.

"STILES! This is not the time to-", Derek started but was cut off by a low howl coming from outside.

Every hair on my body stood up. I watched as everyone else seemed to tense.

"They're here.", Derek said.

He looked at Stiles.

"GO!", he yelled.

Stiles, once again, grabbed my hand and rushed me out of the door; Erica, Allison, and my sister following closely behind.

The cold, winter air slapped me across my face once we reached outside. There was a single jeep in the parking lot. As I looked behind me, I saw we were at Beacon High. Why the hell were we at school!?! But there was no time for those questions. Right now, it was life or death.

We sprint to the jeep. It was so far, but we continued to run.

Almost there, almost there, just a couple feet away.

I felt a sudden yank of my arm and I was pulled away from Stiles' grip. I looked at what had pulled me and came face to face with yet another monster. Wolf, this person was a werewolf.

"Aiden don't!", Lydia shouted.

He grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, and ran.

I beat at his back. I kicked. I screamed. Nothing worked. I looked up to see Stiles, Lydia, and Erica running for me. I could see the tears running down my sisters face as my kidnapper ran off with me.

Luckily, Erica was amazingly faster and reached me first. She attempted to claw the kidnappers back, but he was too fast, too strong. He swiftly dodged her attack and gave her a taste of his own claws, right on her chest. She cried out in agony and fell to the ground.

How in the hell was I supposed to get out of this one!?! He was too strong! Where was Allison and her electrical bows when I needed them!?!

As if she read my mind, I watched as the arrow flew from her bow, through the air, landing directly into kidnappers chest. His body convulsed from the immediate electrical shock and he instantly dropped me.

I fell hard on the concrete floor. Seconds later I felt the familiar touch of Stiles' hands on me; my sister coming quickly after him.

"Come on we have to go before-"

He was cut of by a low growl. I turned around to see a boy, who was identical my kidnapper, helping him off the floor. 

They both gave me the nastiest glares and began taking there shirts off. I could practically feel the drool forming in my mouth as I stared at their bodies. Was everybody around here incredibly beautiful in their own way?!?

"Get up now!", Stiles yelled, knocking me out of my thoughts.

I got up and he once AGAIN took my hand and ran me all the way down to the jeep, Lydia, Allison, and a hurt Erica, following quickly behind.

We quickly jump into the car. I have never felt so scared in my life. How the hell did I get myself into this mess!?! Oh ya, almost forgot, I attract werewolves.

Suddenly I feel a soft hand touch my thigh. I look up to see the hand belongs to Stiles. He gives me a soft sympathetic smile that soothes me. But it doesn't last long as I watch Stiles' eyes grow big with fear as he looks out the window. I follow his gaze and my body trembles as I see what's out the window.

I watch in pure awe as the twin wolves plunge into each other, creating a bigger, scarier, and I bet stronger monster. My scream could possibly have been heard around the world.