Howling at the Moon

Chapter 13- Jocks and Blood

Werewolves>Vampires

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I turned the knob on my locker combination and opened it, getting all my books for english. I yawned and trudged my way down to the english room, my last class of the day, when Stiles ran up to catch up with me. He help up the paper I had proofread and it had a large “A” written with a circle around it.

          “She graded them in class?” I asked.

          “Yup!” said Stiles ecstatically, “And its thanks to you that I got an A!”

          “Next time, write about something more pleasant,” I said scrunching my nose.

          He shook his head laughing, “I’ll see you at lunch!”

I smiled at him as he ran off. I frowned as I saw Allison make her way down the hall. Her resemblance to Kate was striking. Her hair was a dark brown color, but the eyes, the lips, the nose, the chin, it was all Kate’s. I shivered as she looked up and met my eyes. Pretending to be interested in something behind her I walked down the same hall.

          “Hi Gage,” she said.

          “Oh hi Allison,” I said distractedly, “Hey I’ll see you in English, I have to grab something from the printer really quickly.

          “Sure!” she said brightly and walked down the hall to my class.

I sighed with relief. A few people remained in the hallway. I sat down on a bench near the student lodge and a set of lockers and started doing homework.

          In the distance I saw Jackson Whittemore, star of the lacrosse team (with Scott). I jumped up, trying to avoid the hot mess waiting to happen every time he saw me. I got up slowly and tried to turn the corner without him seeing me.

          “Yo, Leo’s sister,” he said grabbing my backpack.

He pulled causing me to swing back to face him.

          “It’s Gage,” I said pushing him away, “Gage Parker.”

          “Well Gage Parker,” he said smirking, “Why don’t you tell me where McCall is getting his juice from?”

          “What?” I said confused.

          “Where.Is.Scott.Getting.His.Juice?” he said angrily.

Jackson had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was become more and more nosier by the day, as Scott and Stiles were telling me.

          “His mom probably does all the groceries,” I said laughing, “Go ask her.”

He pushed me against a locker.

          “I’m talking about steriods,” he said.

I struggled to push myself away.

          “Oh your talking about steriods,” I said sarcastically, “Are you on steroids?”

He slammed me into the locker again. I was about to swing around and backhand him until he was off me in a flash.

          “Don’t touch her again,” growled Derek loudly, holding Jackson against the lockers with his nails digging into his neck. He let him go and he ran off down the hall not looking back once. I saw blood on Jackson’s neck.

          “Thanks for making me loose the chance that I could have back-handed Jackson,” I said turning around to face Derek, “But tha-,”

I gasped. Derek was pale and sweating like crazy. His eyes drooped and he was holding his arm at a weird angle. Drops of blood dribbled from under his leather jacket and on to the floor, but I couldn’t see the source of the blood. I grabbed Derek’s hand. It was freezing cold.

          “I need help,” he gasped as the bell rang for the end of the day.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered as I dragged him out of the school.

I dragged Derek to the parking lot outside. My car was across the lot. Cars swarmed creating the typical traffic lines. As I pulled Derek across the lot a car screeched to a stop in front of me. It was Scott’s.

          “What the hell are you doing here?” he said anxiously.

“I am, I got-,” he stumbled and fell onto the ground.

I looked around and people were getting out of their cars and looking over trying to see what was happening.

          “Hey, Gage.? Holy God,” Stiles said almost yelling.

I bent down and faced Derek.

          “Hey, can you tell me what happened?” I said softly.

          “I was- I was shot,” said Derek breathing heavily.

His eyes flickered to mine. I now understood what had happened. Kate had shot Derek last night. I nodded at him.

          “Scott, your going to get me the bullet, from Allison’s house,” said Derek as his eyes flickered back and forth from green to his werewolf icy blues.

          “What like a silver bullet?” asked Stiles.

          “No you idiot,” said Derek.

Derek took his jacket off and we saw a deep bloody hole in his arm. It was smoking a bluish substance and his veins were pulsating.

Scott grabbed Derek from one arm and Stiles held him up on the other arm and shoved him in my car. I jumped into the driver’s seat.

          “Where do you want me to take him?” I asked Scott.

“To his house?” he said.

          “No!” said Derek flinching his arm, “Not there, not when I can’t protect myself.”

          “Okay take him to Deaton’s office,” said Scott, “Stile’s you go with them from your car.”

Deaton was Scott’s boss at the vetrinarian.

          “Okay, okay,” I said to Scott, “Just go get the bullet Derek’s talking about.

“And if I don’t,” said Scott angrily.

          “Then I will die,” said Derek, “And if you want to control yourself before the Alpha tries to submit you against your will, then you need me.”

          “Wait,” I said to each of them, “Alpha doing what to who?”

          “Drive,” said Derek, “I’ll tell you later.”

I trembled slightly as I pulled the car away and sped down a quiet backroad. The vet’s office was at least 20 minutes away.

          “How are you feeling?” I asked gently.

I looked up to him and he was closing his eyes with his forehead against the cool window. I reached under my seat and pulled out a large blanket throwing it over him with one hand. I looked in the rear- view mirror and saw Stile’s talking on the phone.

          “How much time do you have?” I asked Derek.

“Less than 12 hours,” groaned Derek lying his head back against the seat.

I hit my foot on the gas pedal and sped down the road.