Greenberg's Sister

~Questions~

"So you did amazing on the field." Emmeleia asks as they walk through the woods.

"I don't know what it was." Scott says. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can... hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear." Scott tells them as he goes under a small archway made by a bent branch, while Emmeleia and Stiles give him a look for it.

"Yeah, I understand what Scott's saying. I've been able to hear things too that I shouldn't be able to." Emmeleia admits.

"Smell things." Scott adds as Emmeleia nods.

"Smell things? Like what?"

"Like mint mojito gum in your pocket." Scott and Emmeleia say at the same time, causing them to glance at each other.

"I don't even have mint mojito--" Stiles cuts himself off as he finds a small package of gum in his coat pocket. Emmeleia and Scott give him a look before heading forward. "So all this started with a bite?" Emmeleia frowns as she looks down at her thigh.

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott asks.

"Or..." They look at Emmeleia as her eyes widen with horror. "What if we were bitten by a werewolf! Or a vampire!"

"You read way too much." Scott says with a shake of his head. "There's no such thing." Emmeleia ignores him.

"But if it was a vampire that bit us we wouldn't be able to walk in the sun unless we haven't completed the transformation and need to feed off human blood... but I don't crave human blood. And I don't seem paler or have fangs. Maybe it was a werewolf. It is more likely to be a were-

"Em, stop being such a twilight fan." Emmeleia rolls her eyes.

"I'm a vampire diaries fan, Scott, get it right. Plus everyone knows Tyler Lockwood is hot. I wouldn't mind being a werewolf if got him for a mate." Emmeleia teases, causing them to roll their eyes. "Or Klaus Mikaelson. Maybe he'll make me into a hybrid or-

"Emmeleia! Enough." Scott says causing Emmeleia to stop in her tracks.

"You know what. I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." The boys go on as Emmeleia walks behind them, suddenly wishing to be home with her idiot brother than being with them.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."

"What's that? Is that bad?"

"Oh, yeah, it's the worst, but only once a month."

"Once a month?"

"On the full moon." Stiles howls, causing Scott to glare at him.

"You're as bad as Emmeleia."

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling. For all, we know Emmeleia's crazy fangirling could actually be over something that is true." Emmeleia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me. With Emmeleia and I both." Scott says.

"I know! You're a werewolf and Leia is a she-wolf! Rrr!" Scott glares at Stiles, causing him to laugh. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. I'm not Em, but if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find it's 'cause Friday's the full moon."

Scott pauses and looks at the ground with a frown, while Emmeleia and Stiles stop with him. "N-no, I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler." Scott says as he looks on the ground for his inhaler.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggests.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott says. Stiles and Emmeleia look over to see a guy watching them, causing them to jump. Stiles hits Scott, causing Scott to look up at them, before turning and getting up to see the guy standing there too.

"What are you doing here?" The man asks as he walks towards them. "Huh? This is private property."

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but... uh, forget it." Scott says.

"What my friend means to say is he lost his inhaler here, before, when we were walking, and he just came back to find it. We didn't realize this was private property." Emmeleia says. "So sorry, we'll leave, but we just need to find his inhaler." The man takes something out of his pocket before chucking it at Scott, who catches it and looks down with a frown. Emmeleia looks over with him and sees it's his inhaler. She glances back up to see the man walking away. "Thank you!" She calls after him. "Now, let's get out of here before we piss the guy off more."

"Yeah, alright, come on, I gotta get to work."

"Dude," Stiles hits Scott on the chest and stops him from continuing walking. "That was Derek Hale."

"That was Derek Hale?" Emmeleia asks as she looks over at the guy who is walking away.

"You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us." Stiles says to Scott.

"Remember what?" Scott asks.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like ten years ago." Stiles says.

"Six, actually." Emmeleia corrects.

"I wonder what he's doing back?" Scott asks.

"Maybe he has reasons?" Emmeleia says more in a questioning tone. Stiles scoffs with a shrug.

"Come on." Stiles says.