Fine By Me // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 5

"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made." Jackson argued as we pulled into the parking lot of the video store.

"No." Lydia said simply, fixing her lip gloss in the rear view mirror.

Jackson sighed. "It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper."

"No."

"Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it. Ask JJ."

Lydia purses her lips and glanced at my bored face. "No."

"I am not watching The Notebook again." Jackson said angrily.

Lydia responded by opening the door, and getting out of her beetle, allowing me to get out as well. Jackson reluctantly followed us into the video store.

It was strangely quiet in the store, except for the phone ringing and a light buzzing.

"Can somebody help us find The Notebook? Hello? Is anybody working here?" He called out.

I started to walk around to find Titanic, but Lydia pulled me close to her.

"I smell blood." She whispered, so Jackson wouldn't hear.

"I wonder why?" I hummed. I detached myself from her and roamed the aisles until I came upon the worker's body, throat slashed and bloody.

I screamed and backed away from the body crying, alerting Lydia and Jackson to it's presence.

Lydia hovered near me protectively, but Jackson gasped, stumbling backwards into a ladder and knocking out the lights.

There was a low growl behind us, so we all turned to see a huge black beast, that looked somewhat like an animal or a wolf. It had red eyes and I realized that this must be the alpha Scott was telling me about.

It lunges at us, quickly attacking Jackson, before Lydia could protect him, and knocking him out. Lydia grabbed the alpha by the throat and growled angrily at it, but the alpha responded by biting Lydia on the wrist.

Lydia gasped in pain, and let go of the werewolf. The alpha set it sights on me, and I stood petrified, as it circled me, before disappearing out the window, breaking the glass in millions of pieces.

After I got over my shock, I rushed to Lydia.

"Are you okay? Werewolf bites don't kill you do they?" I panicked.

She clutched at her bleeding wrist. "No, they're just very painful."

"Do you need my blood?" I whispered as Jackson was waking up slowly.

Lydia laughed, then grunted through her pain. "Sweetheart, I only drink from animals."

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By the time the ambulance got here, I was shaking with nerves. Turns out a few pieces of glass cut my face. Lydia's wound had healed on the outside, but was still giving her pain. Jackson was fine, thankfully, as we were both worried he had gotten a concussion.

"You okay, JJ?" Lydia worried, hovering over me as the paramedic put butterfly bandages on my cuts.

"I don't know." I said quietly. I was just scared.

"Stiles is going to kill me." Lydia said, biting her lip.

"Damn right I am." Stiles appeared behind his sister, glaring at her intently. "You could have gotten her killed. Do you have any idea-"

"Stiles, stop." I said tiredly. He ignored me.

"I can't believe you'd be so irresponsible! I thought I could trust you with her." Stiles continued, harshly. Lydia bit her lip, tears gathering in her eyes.