This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 34

My legs take off before my mind has a chance to catch up on what is happening, my teammates quickly following right behind me. We run towards the sound of Stiles' agonizing cries, my heart ripping into shreds at each sound.

What is happening to him? Who is hurting him? I don't think I'll be able to handle whatever it is that is going on behind those trees and bushes, but whatever it is, I know I need to help him, save him.

We finally reach the forest and the sight before me almost makes me collapse on the ground.

Stiles is on the ground, blood pouring from his nose. And his attacker, to my absolute horror, Ethan.

I watch, frozen, as Ethan delivers punch after punch, blow after blow, to Stiles.

His eyes meet mine, agony filled in them, pain so evident that I can almost feel it on myself. He looks so helpless.

Girls screams fill the air. Some run off to get help while others attempt to rip Ethan off, but none prevail. Ethan's strong physique simply shoo away the poor girls like flys. All soon run, following the rest, to find help, leaving only Stiles, Ethan, and I.

I finally find my voice and begin to scream. "HELP! SCOTT, ISAAC, SOMEONE HELP HIM PLEASE!"

At the sound of my voice, Ethan turns to me, giving me a the biggest smirk.

"Well, look Stiles. Seems like she just can't keep away now can she." Ethan says, voice laces with venom. "Now what do you think, Stiles? Should I do the same to her, or give her a bigger and better punishment, like sending her to Dauchalin?"

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!", Stiles spits outs.

Ethan delivers another blow to Stiles, this time, straight into his stomach, causing Stiles to completely collapse to the ground, the breath completely knocked out of him, agony pooling from his eyes.

My body goes rigged at the sight and feel a familiar tingling take over my body. Anger fills my body. I am seething with rage. Energy courses through me, surging all the way to my fingertips. My fingertips begin to spark, electricity dancing on them. I feel it, the power I felt before, but now I am aware of it. Now I am controlling it. The air begins to spin, swirling heavily around me. My body grows heavy, the energy in me crying to be released.

Stiles and Ethan's eyes go wide at the sight of me. A fire burns heavily inside me when I lock eyes with Ethan. I slowly raise my hands.

Realization forms in Stiles' eyes. "Vanessa, don't!", he cries.

But it's too late. I aim directly at Ethan and release the energy.

I watch as Ethan flies 5 feet in the air, away from Stiles, landing loudly on the ground.

I breath heavily, shaking from what just happened. How did I do that? How the hell did I do that!?

I hear a soft whimper that brings me back to reality. I rush to Stiles, taking in his beaten state. His nose is still oozing blood, his lips torn apart. His right eye is swelling from the repeated punches given to him. His cheeks are even beginning to bruise up. He looks awful, completely awful.

My eyes begin to fill with tears. I don't know why the hell Ethan did this, but Stiles definitely did not deserve...this.

"Stiles.", my voice voice cracking. I don't even know what to say to him.

"Hey, don't cry.", he says catching a tear from my eye before it spills down my cheek. "I'm ok. Beat up, losing blood by the second, but still maintaining my sex factor. You know, I think I can pull off the bad boy look, don't you think?", he says giving me a weak smile.

I laugh as more tears begin drop from my eyes. Even at his lowest, he continues to be so charming.

I suddenly hear large amounts of voice. I turn around to see Scott, Isaac, Boyd, and my teammates running to our scene.

"What happened?!?", Scott asks me, kneeling on the other side of Stiles.

"I was on the field and I heard someone screaming. Me and the other girls followed the screams and found Ethan beating up Stiles.", I inform him.

"Well, where's Ethan?"

I slowly point to the unconscious Ethan still lying on the ground.

"Wait, what happened to Ethan?", Scott questions me.

I look around, watching people wait for my answer. I don't know what to say! Oh you know, I just used my supernatural powers, which I barely know about, to shoot him down to unconsciousness. Ya that would go over so well.

"She knocked him off me with a tree branch.", Stiles answers for me. I smile at his genius. This boy will never cease to amaze me.

I see Scott, Boyd, and Isaac exchange a quick glance amongst themselves and Stiles. Stiles gives them all a slight nod and the all nod back. Must be their way of saying "I'll explain later."

"Now what the hell is going on here!?", a man wearing a coaching uniform with a messy black hair came into view.

"Stilinski, what the hell happened to your face!? And why is Ethan passed out on the ground!? I told you guys to go warm up not get into full out brawls!", the man shouted.

"Coach, Ethan jumped Stiles and beat the mess out of him. Than Vanessa and the girls found them fighting and Vanessa beat Ethan with a tree branch to stop the fight.", Boyd quickly explains.

The coach turns to me, eyeing me carefully.

"You're the girl my wife's been jabbering about. Her new "all-star", she keeps saying. I'm Coach Finstock.", he says while stretching a hand towards me.

I timidly shake it. His hands are so nasty and clammy it takes everything I have to keep from pulling away too fast.

"You got some serious spunk, you do.", he says while looking over at a slowly awakening Ethan.

"Why don't you take Stilinski to the nurses office to get cleaned up, I'll deal with Ethan. I'll tell my wife where you are.", he tells me.

I quickly nod and grab a hold of Stiles, trying my hardest to ignore Stiles' agonizing groans, and begin the walk to the nurses office.

"He likes you, you know?", Stiles says, breaking the silence while we are far out of earshot of the group helping Ethan to his feet.

"What?"

"The coach. He really like you."

"And how do you know that?"

"He has never shook any persons hand the first time he meets them. He likes you."

I giggle. "It's probably because I'm so pretty."

"That's disgusting. Shut up."

"Oh calm down.", I say and kiss his cheek, continuing to practically drag his weary body to the nurses office.