Hunters cross ~a teen wolf fanfiction~

Chapter 13

Jackson

The gun was pointed at me before I could even register its existence.

On instinct I held up my hands before mentally kicking myself, what the hell are you doing Jackson!?! Guns can’t kill you dumbass “whoa! Dad stop!” Stiles ran in front of the gun protectively, Derek and I let out an unconscious growl “dad what are you doing!?! You can’t just go around and point guns at people are you crazy!?!”.

There was a short pause the air tensed “Stiles I know you don’t understand” sheriff Stilinski spoke after what felt like an eternity, he grabbed his forearm yanking him back to his previous place behind him “this guy isn’t human” I quirked my brow at his words before I let a smirk creep across my face this guy’s good. He just took one look at me and could already tell I didn’t have a soul I wasn’t dealing with an amateur here I was dealing with a pro.

“Now what do you want with my son you bloodsucking leech?”

Before I could stop myself I let out an annoyed groan, seriously? What the hell this happens all the freaking time! Do I look like I suck blood for a living for Christ sakes!?! No I don’t so why the hell do people confuse me for a god damn vampire!?! “I’m afraid your confused” Derek’s voice made me jump my cheeks flushed in embarrassment afterwards.

The werewolf took a step closer to me I could feel the heat leaking off his body, whoa Jackson now’s not the time to get a hard on when you’re being held at gun point! “Although he is related to the vampire family he does not rely on blood to survive” a look of confuse stretched across sheriff Stilinski’s face. “Well if he isn’t a vampire what the hell is he?”, “he’s…an incubus” stiles answered nervously his eyes darting everywhere around the room.

The revelation that I was Incubus didn’t calm him down like a part of me hoped, in fact it seemed to make it worse his face paled his eyes became as wide as saucers, he lowered the gun (thank god) as he whirled around facing Stiles with a shocked and confused expression “an incubus!?! What the hell are you thinking Stiles bringing one of those…those…Demon whores into our home!?!” whore? Well he has the demon thing right but whore? I’m starting to feel insulted.

“He’s not a whore dad!”

“Well his kind ain’t known to monogamous…and what the hell are you doing around that thing anyway? Don’t’ you know he’s dangerous?”

“He won’t hurt me,”

“How do you know that because he told you he wouldn’t?”

“Yes! And because he’s my boyfriend!”

Derek and I winced well this won’t end well, “he’s…he’s your what!?!” a nervous glint twinkled in Stiles eyes “well…their both my boyfriend…I think….It’s complicated but Jackson won’t hurt me” a strange fuzzy feeling filled my chest and I had to fight the urge to smile when he said the word boyfriend again.

The feeling of course was cut off at the dagger glare I received; he looked at us then at his son before his gaze drifted back toward us “what are you?” Derek quirked his brow hesitating to answer frowning I lifted my leg stomping my foot on his –hard- he let out a muffled cry. Hunching over slightly his eyes flashed but I just gave him my we-might-have-a-chance-and-I-refuse-to-let-you-fuck-this-up glare.

“I’m a werewolf”, “alpha?” Derek nodded I smiled he eyed us again cautiously before there was a soft click, and he holstered his gun “you two hurt my boy” he began with a growl “and you’ll be choking on your teeth” a simple I’m sorry would be nice but I guess that would have to do.