Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 28

I carefully help lift Scott into the back of Chris's car, gently and cautiously. Scott's condition has worsened greatly since the earthquake bunker. His face has a three-clawed slash across it, but at least Chris's shirt has stopped his wound, across his abdominals, from bleeding. For now.

This time Chris drives because I have to keep an eye on Scott, laying across the back seats. By now, his bleed out enough to stain the seats a little. We hear moan every once in a while, and every time the car hits a bump or ditch, he aches.

"We need to bring him back to Ava," I say panicked towards Chris who has his eyes glued on the road as morning breaks, "she can heal him."

"Who's Ava?" he says confused at the fact that I keep forgetting that he left the pack to live recluse.

"Umm," I look back at Scott, frowning, "Ava is a werewolf, and her parents are Liam and Hayden. You know them, right?"

"Yeah, I do," he smirks a little, "can't believe the little runt had a kid." I know he's kidding because he gives me a slight assurance with his words. I smile slightly, but it churns to a frown when I hear Scott groan from behind my seat.

"Chris. Can you drive a little faster to Tijuana." I say impatiently to Chris. He instantly presses hard on the gas and forms a grimace face.

"I need to ask but," he looks at me biting on his inside lip, "what happened after the wild riders left?" His face lights up looking for a distant explanation. I sigh.

"Well," I feel myself uncontrollably tap my fingers, "after the wild riders left Beacon Hills and Scott, my father, my mother, and Malia graduated, they went their separate ways. My mother went to Stanford, Malia decided to stay in Beacon Hills and not go to college, and Scott and Stiles went to Golden Gate University in San Francisco. Scott studied to be a Veteran, my father in law enforcement to become a detective. My mother studied to be a Chemistry teacher. Malia worked to help Liam, Hayden, Corey, and Mason protect Beacon Hills from any threats. When my father learned that my grandfather had cancer, he and Scott moved back to Beacon Hills. Less than a year later, my parents had a long distance relationship between colleges, but when she came back to Beacon Hills..." I pause to look at the car mirror to see Scott for a moment.

"Yeah?" Chris wonders curiously.

"My father wanted to propose to her," a feel myself shudder with my words and smile at him and he looks surprised, "It was the day after he had proposed when my father found news that his father was dying. He was by his bedside the moment he died." I shut my eyes to try and erase the image of my father mourning at my grandfather's bedside. "And Scott well..." a glance over my shoulder, "he was there for my father the whole entire way."

Chris exchanges a smile back to me, "Both your father and grandfather were very good men." His voice sends a warm feeling over me that I haven't felt in a long time. The feeling that people do care.

We are in the car for 5 hours more and we've had to stop a few times because Chris would have to fill his car with gas that he stores in the back. When we finally see Tijuana on the horizon, it rains making the sand wet and harder for Chris's tires traction. As we finally enter the town, people run in a panic. Running to get dry from the heavy rainfall.

"Here," I say to Chris to stop as we pull up to the front of the apartment that Ava, Drake and I were staying in. I get out of the car and cup my hands over my eyes, trying to feel my way to the back of the car. My vison blurs from the rain getting caught in my eyes, but I wipe them clean off. I grab Scott's legs and Chris grabs his upper body. Scott's arm drape over himself as we pull him from the back seats. I slam the door behind us and start for the entryway of the apartment complex. I can feel Chris rushing in because I stumble over myself to keep up with. On my to the front porch way to the entryway, I feel mud seeping in my boots and drenching my socks. My bands plaster to my face and ponytail to my neck. I almost want to itch it off but then I would drop Scotts bruised, scarred legs into the infected mud beneath my feet. Chris tries to blow off the water that falls on his face, and he knows that if he were to his hands, he would drop Scott.

We enter the warm complex building, stumbling and falling over our selves. "Up the stairs to the second floor," I say to Chris while motioning my heads to the stairs in the far left part of the corridor we stand in. Chris goes first as he cautiously steps onto the first stair and his heal hit the back with a 'click'. When he gets to the sixth stair, my feet hits the first. I feel my arms tremble to lift Scott's legs over the stair railing. I shake but try to keep sturdy as my calf burn.

When I reach the last stair leading to the next floor, Chris asks, "Which room?"

"23," I answer quickly while panting heavily and water dripping down my face from my hair. He nods and we start down the hallway. My boot makes a 'squish' of water sound whenever they hit the carpet, which annoys me. I set Scott's feet on the floor gently then go to knock on the door hard. It's not till a few seconds later that Drake opens the door. He doesn't seem to say a word, when sees Scott's state. Drake goes to grab his legs off the floor to bring him inside our apartment room. As I enter, Ava opens the bathroom door and sees me pass by.

"What happened?" Ava seems so caught up with her words because she rushes back into the bathroom to grab a first-aid.

Drake and Chris immediately set him on Ava's bed. I watch as Ava runs and sits next to his head and fiddles with things in the first aid kit.

"Allison, how did you find Scott and where's the rest of the pack?" Drake says trying to read my face while wiping a droplet of water from my face with his finger.

I frown at him, "D-Deasius took them," I look down at the floor trying to hide my expression of failure, "I'm sorry."

"Allison," he lifts my chin up to his rich hazel eyes, "we will find them."

Both Drake and I rush over to Ava's bedside to see Ava and Chris arguing over something.

"Ok, you have to be kidding me!" Ava yells at Chris with and angry look, "you have to disinfect the wound first."

"Ok, sweety," Chris humorously replies to her trying to stay calm, "if we don't properly bandage him up correctly. He will bleed out on this bed!"

Ava turns to me while pointing at Chris, "Who the hell is this?"

"Chris," a smile a little, "Chris Argent." Ava's eyes widen is embarassment. "Chris, this is Ava Dunbar," I gesture towards her then Drake, who's leaning on the wall in the far corner, "and Drake Talbot."

Ava turns her focus back to Scott, un conscience on the bed. "He needs to be stiched up," she pause lifting up Scott's shirt, "his wound is pretty bad."