The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

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Allison's POV

I looked down at Aaliyah bleeding body and gasped as Lydia screamed, Luke spoke, "Now its your turn." He held his gun to my head and I clenched my eyes shut, unprepared for what was coming.

I waited for mere minutes before I opened my eyes to see Luke on the ground. I looked around and saw Stiles, Scott, and Isaac. All in werewolf form.

As I glared closer at Luke, I noticed his neck was snapped, boy was he dead. I then spotted Stiles kneeling down beside Aaliyah, taking some of her pain away.

Scott and Isaac had bashed Kyle's head into the wall at this time.. He was dead now too. I'm sure the boys didn't mean to kill the men but I'm sort of glad they did.

"Scott, she isn't breathing!" Stiles starts hyperventilating, running his fingers through his hair. "Scott, what do I do?!"

"Take her to the hospital and say she was attacked!" He answers.

Stiles nods, picking her up bridal style before disappearing out of the alley. "We have to go to the hospital."

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Aaliyah's POV

My eyes slowly opened, the blur going away within seconds as I looked around the bright room. This isn't my room.

"Good morning, honey." My mom sighs in relief, "Oh thank God you're okay."

"Where the fuck am I?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"Your at the hospital, sweetie." She answers and I arch my eyebrows up.

"What?" I choke out, "Why?"

"Luke and Kyle attacked you because of the trouble you made in Chicago. They shot you in your ribs." She informs me, "They're dead now. They were murdered in the same alley after the accident."

"If I was shot in an alley, how'd it get here?" I interrogate. This all didn't add up, was I missing something. As much as I'm glad Luke and Kyle are dead, I know that their murder wasn't a coincidence.

"Oh, a sweet young man brought you here," She gives a perky smile, "Stiles? I believe that's his name. He stayed here almost all night. But the sheriff, also his dad, made him go home."

Stiles.

"Stiles? Are you serious?" I blurt widening my eyes, "It can't be."

"What?" She questions.

"Stiles and I aren't friendly anymore." I murmur, looking around the room in wonder.

"Maybe he wants to change that honey, you should talk to him.. Maybe thank him?" She suggests, "Look, I'm still working so I've got to run, I'll come back in a few."

I let out a heavy sigh of annoyance and looked up to the pale ceiling, it being the only thing I could find any interest in. I heard a light knock of the door and shot my direction towards the door seeing Scott, "Hey." I smile, ushering him in.

"Hey, are you doing okay?" He asks, concern piled in his voice.

"Well, I'm not dead," I shrug, "I guess that counts for something, eh?" I chuckle make him lowly laugh before shaking his head.

"You know, for someone who got shot, you're handling this as if it was fine." He states, glancing over at me.

"This isn't the first and definitely not the last time it happens," I start, "That's just because of who I am."

"Is that why your mom moved you two out here?" He inspects, "You had all these threats?"

"Yeah, in a way, I guess," I nod, "She was afraid. I guess she didn't wanna lose me like she has everyone else." I look down shrugging once more.

"So I'm guessing those aren't the only people you've pissed of then?" He implies, arching an eyebrow up.

"I pissed off too many people to count." I answer, looking at Scott, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Ask away." He says, opening his arms.

"How did Stiles know where we were?" I interrogate, "I mean we weren't even with him."

"Like he's said, he's got that keen sixth sense." Scott jokes, grinning.

"Why do I feel like you're all lying?" I murmur, as he stitches his eyebrows together.

"Well," Scott begins with a heavy sigh, hesitantly, he continued, "Maybe now isn't the best time to find out. And I'm sure if Stiles wants you to know, he'll tell you."

"Does he want me to know?"

"He does," Scott nods, "But he's just trying to protect you."

"Well, you can tell him I don't need any more protection." I state, "Tell him I appreciate what he did for me and everything but, just let me die next time and I still don't want to see him."

"I-I should get going," Scott stutters with disbelief, "I'll be sure to get the message through."

"Yeah, thanks a whole lot." I mutter in sarcasm.

Stiles' POV

I looked around my room and waited for Scotts footsteps to get closer to my door as he pushed it open. "So, what happened? What'd she say?" I question, anxiously.

"She still doesn't want to see you, Stiles." He whispers lowly, looking down at his thumbs.

My eyebrows stitched together and my jaw dropped open, "What?"

"She said she appreciates it but, just let her die next time." He murmurs, gulping slowly.

"I don't get it, I'm trying so hard to get her to like me." I look down in confusion, "All I did is not tell her something she really doesn't want to know." I inquire, "And she hates me for that."

"I-I don't really think she hates you, Stiles." Scott informs me, "I just think she's nervous and afraid that if she doesn't find out, she won't be able to trust you."

"Well, if I do tell her she'll just be afraid of me," I say with confusion.

"Stiles, maybe you should just play her game," Scott suggests, "I mean, she doesn't really hate you. She just, just, can't stand you. Well, that's what she want us to believe. Do the same to her."

I look over to Scott and nod slowly, "That could work." He grins as I question, "But how will she like me if I do that?"

"Play it like the movies, man," Scott explains, "Lead her on."