Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 35

Reid throws me off balance by punching me in the gut. I feel myself stumble around uncontrollably. Like my whole world is in slow-motion. I reach for my chest to feel and smell blood. He punched fairly hard. Hard enough to break my previous stitches from Mexico. I straighten myself and try to lock eyes with him but my vision blurs. When I try to throw a punch at him, he mocks me by moving out of the way, watching me collapse to the ground. Like I'm drunk. I shake my head trying to keep myself strong and awake. Blinking frequently. When I get to my knees and then attempting to my feet, he kicks me harshly in the side sending a wave of aching pain coursing through me. I try to reach for a knife as I hear him getting ready to kick me again. I whip the knife and stab Reid in the thigh causing him to scream in pain. Getting to my feet while dousing a little, I force a kick to his wound leg, dislocating it. He moans and reaches for the knife, pulling it out and groaning. He tosses it to the ground and turns his head around to meet me. He's furious. I almost see a bit of guilt, innocence, and peace in his eyes before it disappears and replaced with a dark hatred. I slowly step backward away from him, panting hard and reaching for my bleeding side. He starts for me, and I scarcely start to walk backward faster. I stumble frequently over myself, trying to avoid contact with him. I feel for my pocket for anything I can use to defend myself. Suddenly I am startled when my back hits the metal goal pole. But still, Reid power walks at me, fury burning in his merciless eyes. I look around myself to notice Ava's goalie stick on the ground. I stand straight up and use my thigh to break the lacrosse stick and make a sharp edge. I take a deep breath and run toward him. But once we've engaged in a hand to hand combat, I don't remember letting that deep breath in, out.

"Fall back," I hear the darach say with a disoriented voice. Surprisingly, Reid follows his orders and materializes into thin air. While reaching for my bleeding side with my right and holding a bloody lacrosse stick in the other. I drop it to my feet. I decide to hide the wound because I don't need to feel useless right while everyone tends to me. I grab my lacrosse jersey off the ground and pull it over myself, hiding my wound. I suck in the pain. I check myself to make sure that I didn't get hit anywhere else, I sigh in relief that I am all good. Then I look to Drake, whose claws a drenched in blood. But he doesn't notice me stare at him. Instead, he stares at the ground, emotionless. However, Scott notices my curiosity and starts for me, concerned.

"Are you ok?" Scott says reaching to grab my hand as Ava and Noah approach from behind him.

"Yeah," I assure, "I'm fine." Then I look to Chris who rolls his shoulder like he hasn't fought like that in a very long time. I try to avoid reaching for my side to prevent Scott from noticing my wound. I start to observe the field and narrow my eyes at the dead bodies on the field. Our midfielder that was taking was only a freshman. He had a life ahead of him. I break from my sudden care and guilt for the people who were murder when I hear a siren. In the corner of my vision, I notice red and blue lights. The police have arrived.

"We need to go." Noah seriously says. Scott acknowledges that and motions us to head for the woods. He yells something but I can hear, instead, I hear ringing. All the commotion around me has been blocked out. And I feel a familiar presence on the field. My head whips around numerous times. Trying to make sense of the source of the ringing. What have caused me to become so 'riddled'. Chris has already disappeared into the woods and Ava following. But I still stand on the field. Feeling that I need to stay like there's someone standing right with me.

But there's no one on the field. Then I hear a familiar voice. "Allison." It's been a whole year since I've heard a sweet safe sound like that. Like everything with is ok. Like there is no stress that I could possibly feel in the field.

"Allison." I hear the warm sensation voice whisper again. Scott tries to motion me to retreat to the woods but I stand still, not moving. "Allison." I hear the voice say again, but this time I turn around towards the opposing team's goal down the field. There stands a tall man probably around 5'11. Rich black hair, light brown eyes, and pale skin. Freckles here and there. He wears a dark multi-colored brown flannel and a black t-shirt under that. He has dark jeans with little rips at the bottom revealing exposed flesh. Scrolling to the figures shoes. I realize that I can identify those shoes anywhere. Nike zoom Stefan Janoski prem men's skateboarding shoes size 7. But my heart drops when I notice blood drip from his nose and eyes suddenly. I step backward in shock. And on his wrist lays a scar stretching from his wrist to halfway up to his elbow. My father.

Is he really here? Or is it the banshee tricks playing me? He can't be here? Can he? I want him to be. I want to start for him but before I can dart towards his direction. He puts up his scarred hand and signals 'no'. I small tear drips down my face. But he just smiles at the sight of me. I smile too to signal that I understand. There's a long silence till I turn away to head for the forest. Once I meet the first line of trees, I turn around one last time and he's gone. Wiping my tear off, I disappear into the dark forest. Leaving my father's presence behind.